[ thalia doesn't wear her silver diadem with him, she barely uses her powers, but it still isn't easy to ignore the way things are and always has been. she was a secret princess, now with a target on her back, sensed by monsters wherever she goes. there is no throne for her, and she knows it's best that there isn't any, for her own sake. her parentage part of why she had taken herself out of the equation by joining the hunters.
hoping to the edge of the bed, crawls over him, knees pressing into the mattress, thighs pressed against his thighs when she settles there. ] Comfortable?
[ thalia tugs gently at his hands, still sandwiched between his head and the pillow, wishing to pin them over his head. ]
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hoping to the edge of the bed, crawls over him, knees pressing into the mattress, thighs pressed against his thighs when she settles there. ] Comfortable?
[ thalia tugs gently at his hands, still sandwiched between his head and the pillow, wishing to pin them over his head. ]