quiet kisses are so hardcore
Thalia always grew up thinking the world thought freckles were an ugly thing. It wasn’t an opinion, simply a fact, gathered from the many times she watched her mother cover hers up with carefully applied makeup even though she thought her mom wore them oh-so prettily.
Freckles weren’t pretty or useful she was told, just plain blemishes on a canvas that was supposed to be flawless. When she was younger she was proud of them, they were the only thing she and her mother shared. They would even entertain Jason when she would ask him to count all her freckles, the three year old kid gleefully skipping from one to gazillion.
After he disappeared and she ran away it was different. The freckles clung to her like bad memories that she wished she could just scrub away.
On her they were ugly and pointless but on Bianca they were beautiful; a smattering of perfectly placed dots.
So while Bianca leaned in, eyes closed for a kiss, Thalia kept hers open. Bianca’s freckles were definitely too cute to miss out on.