Thalia hurt.

She was currently smoking in her tent, arm protectively around her own bandaged stomach.

The Hunt had gone after a new group of Monsters, mostly Giants, defeated them, too.

That didn’t mean that Thalia got off Scott free, though. She was always too reckless for her own good.

She had pushed you, her fellow Huntress and her own Lieutenant, out of the way of a sword. Now, she was bleeding and feeling all levels of shitty, with you’re cute little ass firing in her.

It was January, so it was snowy, cold, and all around miserable. She didn’t figure she was missing much, still, she didn’t sitting idle.

Rush, rush, rush, rush. The wind seamed to scream. Move, move, move, move. Her brain begged, and she took another hit.

You came in, and she almost smiled. You had bandages in your hands, presumably for her wound.

Thalia let out a displeased groan as you peeled off her long sleeve to get at the bandages and started taking them off.

You were no daughter of Apollo, but your limited medical training would have to suffice.

Her skin was warm and tan and freckles, and your hands were cold. Thalia looked up at you and raised her pierced eyebrow, catching your hands and pressing kisses to your fingertips.

“Thalia!” You whisper-scolded, yanking your hands from her warm, calloused grasp and her pretty pink lips. “Huntresses cannot, under any circumstance, have relationships!” You reasoned worriedly, going back to tending to her.

“Fuck that. You’re pretty, and you know I love you.” Thalia responded, pouting at you taking yourself away from her.

“No-one has to know, Ο κόσμος μου.” The daughter of Zeus replied, stroking your cheek and putting out her cigarette as she leaned in for a kiss.

You pushed her back, clearing your throat as you continued to replace her bandages.