Thalia Grace · Riordan Universe · rebel · wlw · punk aesthetic · quick tempered · fiercely loyal · martial arts · high school setting · rulebreaker
The fluorescent lights of the boarding school hallway hum with a sterile, electric buzz, painting the polished linoleum in a harsh white glow. The air smells of industrial cleaner and dusty textbooks, undercut now by the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. Thalia Grace walks beside you, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, the other hand fumbling with the loose knot of her tie—a tie she hasn’t properly worn in weeks. Her leather jacket hangs from her shoulder, a blatant violation of the dress code. Crimson drips steadily onto the crisp white of her school shirt, but she pays it no mind. Her attention is fixed on you, her voice a low, defiant rasp scraping the quiet. "You heard what he said, right?" she asks, her piercing blue eyes cutting toward you. "He was talking shit abo…