Snowfall

Multiple Personalities

Contrary to what was known, the hunters did have a soft side. Every girl did, if you managed to gain their respect. Most of the males thought that was a lie, which was understandable, but Percy would know The only one that he had never seen change, from demigod to huntress, was Thalia Grace.

Thalia had one side to her that she wasn't afraid of showing and had no need to cover up with hatred. She was strong, impulsive, confident, sarcastic, snarky, cocky, everything that you would think would be in your stereotypical bad boy. Thalia would flaunt her skills, her arrogance, show it off. Men tended to be intimidated by her, wanting to keep her out of their way so that she wouldn't step in and take up the alpha role. Not as if she would want to, but she definitely could if she wanted to.

She did have her softer moments, but they wouldn't really be considered a 'soft side.' It could be sort of like how people are different depending on their company. You might act one way by yourself, a different way with friends, a different way in public, and all of those could be different sides of you or just parts of the same whole. Though the part was small, Thalia did have a kinder part.

That kinder part was what allowed Percy to be her friend. It was also the reason he was currently racing through the trees, slipping around trunks and crashing through bushes all without daring to slow down his strides. He could hear her hot on his heels, her steps faint next to his blundering ones yet he could tell she was too close for him to be comfortable.

He heard her steps stop for a moment, then there was the sound of something heavy slamming into a tree trunk. Percy had heard that enough times before to know the telltale signs of what was coming. He dropped onto his knees, watching Thalia catapult over him and land on her feet like a cat. He scrambled onto his feet and darted in the other direction, risking a glance over his shoulder to see Thalia smirking at him with a feral grin. Something was up.

Percy turned back towards the front and quickly threw his hands in front of him to catch himself from running facefirst into a tree, throwing himself to the side in hopes to keep the chase up, but he felt Thalia crash into his back, sending them both tumbling head over heels through the undergrowth.

Percy heard her laugh from above him, gripping his shirt to keep them from separating despite the fact that they were tangled up together already. She wasn't giving her prey even a chance to get away. Percy knew that Thalia wasn't going to give him up anytime soon and instead just went limp, slowing their roll immensely and they flopped onto the ground, Thalia sprawled on top of him giggling madly.

"Someone enjoyed that," he groaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. He had gotten a headache from his head slamming into the ground that hurt like hell. "Couldn't you have let me win for once?"

"This game depends on who's the better escapist," Thalia replied, folding her arms on his chest and resting her chin there, bending her knees to that her legs were dangling in the air. "Which is me. I'm not letting you win until you're skilled enough to win yourself."

"You're so nice," Percy pouted, folding his arms behind his head. "Aren't I so lucky to have a friend like you?"

"Stop it," she scolded, sparking him slightly. "You love me."

"Do I?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging her to repeat that.

"Obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"What if I just wanted to see the rest of the hunt?" Percy pushed.

"Then you wouldn't be letting me to this," Thalia said, talking about her position at the moment.

"What if I'm just nice?"

"Yeah, right. Give it up already," she scoffed, rolling off of him. "Anyways, should we go back?"

Percy looked in the direction of the hunters camp. "Probably."

"Race you there?"

"I'm winning!"

"Believe what you will."