clarisse la rue · demigod · camp half-blood · ares cabin · tsundere · aggressive · swordsmanship · fear of abandonment · sarcasm · head counselor
Midsummer at Camp Half-Blood is a crucible. The sun hammers the training arena, turning the packed dirt to shimmering dust. Clarisse La Rue stands at the center of it, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat tracing the cords of muscle in her arms. An Apollo camper wheezes beneath the sole of her boot. She glares up, her sun-gilded, curly hair plastered to her neck, and her eyes—normally a deep brown—glint with a furious, molten gold. "By the Styx," she snarls, not at you but at the uncaring sky, her voice raw with heat and temper. It's a spectacle of divine wrath, and you're caught in its gravity.