about a girl.
Luke Castellan knew everything there was to know about Thalia Grace.
He knew that her favorite color was purple.
He knew she never popped her bubble gum because the noise irritated her.
He knew when she was eighteen she wanted a nose ring, but not an ugly hoop one, just a nice little stud.
He knew she loved the rain.
He also knew she loved sharpening her spear because it made her feel prepared.
She loved feeling safe and feeling at home. She loved being on the ground. She loved lollipops with chewy stuff on the inside and the color of the sky the moment before sunrise. She loved fresh baked muffins and maps that showed restroom stops. She loved loud music. She loved Green Day. She loved being in charge. She loved protecting others. She loved being feared. But, she loved her friends. And she loved that her friends loved her.
But he knew Thalia didn't love everything.
She hated swing sets that shook. She hated chocolate when it had been out in the sun too long. She hated it when she was out in the sun too long. She hated Barbies and anything pink. She hated Jesse McCartney. She hated tents. She hated people who liked tents. She hated being threatened. She hated losing. She hated being scared. She hated being high up. She hated being forgotten. She hated people who betrayed her.
But there was more to Thalia then she just the things she hated. There was what she was.
She was a survivor. She was a brave warrior. She was a great friend.
She did what she needed to do, even if her emotions were begging her not to.
She knew what truly mattered in life.
She knew the mistakes she had made, and tried her best to learn from them.
She felt guilty for leaving her mother.
She was terrified of what would've happened if she had given into temptation and killed the Ophiotaurus.
But she was even more terrified that it had even tempted her.
But even still, Luke knew more.
Luke knew what her face looked like when she was at her happiest.
He knew her face when she was at her lowest.
He knew her face when she won a game.
He knew her face as she grudgingly set up a tent.
He knew her face right after she had kissed someone.
He knew her face right after a stupid fight that really had no relevance to their lives what so ever.
He knew her face after a fight with a Cyclops.
He knew her face when she was in pain.
He knew her face when she was surprised, angry, hurt.
He knew her face when was expecting her death.
And he knew her face when she had a broken heart.
He wondered what face she would make if she could see him now, as he laid on the floor, dying a death he truly deserved. But he would never know.
It was the one thing he'd never know about Thalia Grace.
so, another luke and thalia fic, omg! big surprise. gahh i love them, but i never feel like i write IC enough. anyway, i hope you enjoyed this drabble, and all these little things about thalia grace :D please review!