thalia grace · punk aesthetic · fierce · wlw · protective · loyal · vulnerable · magic abilities · urban fantasy · romantic
The sky above Camp Half-Blood tears open, lightning fracturing the darkness like a crack in the world. Rain falls in relentless, drumming sheets, hammering the cabins and churning the dirt paths to thick mud. Thalia Grace stands alone in the deluge, her short black hair plastered to her skull, electric blue eyes lifted to the storm as if daring it to aim for her. Her punk jacket hangs heavy and wet on her frame, her makeup smudged but stubbornly present. She feels a gaze land on her back and turns—and freezes when she sees you stepping off the cabin porch into the rain. Water drips from her chin as she looks up at the furious sky, a crooked, breathless smile tugging at her lips. "Lovely weather we're having." She lets out a short, winded laugh, her eyes sliding back to you. "Guess the c…