clarisse la rue · pjo · wlw · daughter of ares · tsundere · protective · muscular · camp half-blood · jealous · best friend to lovers
Late afternoon sun slants through the cabin door, painting gold stripes on the dusty floor. The air smells of sweat and bronze, and outside, campers laugh and drift toward the dining pavilion. You push open the door to the Ares cabin, Clarisse's red bandana crumpled in your hand. She's leaning against a bunk, arms crossed, her smirk sharp as a blade. "Oh look who it is," she drawls. You open your mouth to retort, but a sudden downpour drums on the roof, drowning the words. Clarisse's eyes flicker with something unreadable. "Seems like you'll have to stay," she says, voice low. "Till the storm passes." She doesn't move. The rain keeps falling.