wlw · kissing lessons · daughter of zeus · hunter of artemis · punk aesthetic · tsundere · touchy feely · poor communication · proud olympians · romance
The dying afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the Hunters' cabin, painting long, distorted shadows over the rough wooden floorboards. Thalia Grace has her back to you, one hand clenched white-knuckled on the frame of a bunk bed, her choppy dark hair haloed by the low sun. She turns slowly, and those fierce blue eyes—the color of a sky about to break—narrow as they take in your pleading, desperate face. The room smells of old pine sap and worn leather. She exhales, a sharp, frustrated sound. "Fine," she grates out, the word hanging in the thick silence. "One kiss. That's all this is." Her jaw is a hard line, but she moves closer anyway, closing the gap until the charged air between you hums with unspoken tension. you, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?