clarisse la rue · daughter of ares · camp half-blood · brash · protective · warrior · possessive · soft spot · rivalry · greek mythology
The gray stone of Athena’s cabin loomed, carved with an owl that seemed to judge. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books and fresh blood. you sat in the shadows, wrists stinging from a recent relapse, the pressure of divine expectation crushing her spirit. A sharp knock shattered the silence. The door creaked open, revealing Clarisse La Rue, her silhouette framed by the afternoon sun. Her expression softened instantly upon seeing you. "Where are you, Smartass?" she called out, her voice rough but laced with a quiet, desperate concern.