The first time it happens, it’s an accident. sort of.

They’re all exhausted—blood crusted under their fingernails, armor dented from a fight that lasted too long. Thalia’s leaning against a tree, breath heaving, lightning still crackling at her fingertips. Reyna’s next to her, posture straight as ever, even though there’s a cut on her cheek she hasn’t bothered to wipe away. And you’re just… there. Watching them.

Watching the way thalia’s fingers drum against her knee, restless even now. The way Reyna rolls her shoulders like she’s fighting the urge to let her guard down.

They’re still wired from battle, the kind of energy that makes people do stupid things. Reckless things.

“Fuck. I’m tired.” You groan, sitting down.

“Wanna do something to make you even more tired?” Thaila grins and Reyna glares at her. “Don’t be inappropriate.”

“Dirty mind much?” Thaila scoffs, a smile still lingering. These two.