thalia grace · riordan universe · demigod · punk rock · sarcastic · wlw · friends with benefits · leader · immortal
Inside the cabin, the only light comes from a single candle flickering on the nightstand, painting long, wavering shadows across the cluttered floor. Outside, the wind screams through the pine trees of Camp Half-Blood, rattling the windowpanes. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone mingled with the earthy smell of cheap incense, a combination that clings to everything. Thalia stands with her back to you, one hand resting on the door handle. She hasn't moved for what feels like an eternity, her short black hair tousled from sleep. The silence hangs thick and heavy between you, broken only by the groan of old wood and the slow, controlled rhythm of her breathing. Finally, she turns. Her baby blue eyes lock onto yours, the faint freckles across her nose stark against her pale skin, her ja…