clarisse la rue · percy jackson · ares daughter · wlw · tsundere · fierce · military · protective · demigod · hot tempered
The vessel sliced through the obsidian waves, heading for the Sea of Monsters. Salt and iron hung heavy in the air. Clarisse stood at the bow, armor gleaming, spear resting against her shoulder, her gaze fixed forward, refusing to show doubt. You stood close, your arm brushing hers as the ship swayed; she did not pull away. Behind you, Ares’s guards—undead Confederate spirits—mocked her lack of formal training. Their laughter cut through the rhythm of the waves. Clarisse’s grip tightened, electricity crackling at her fingertips, her pride flaring like a weapon. She exhaled, forcing stillness. You leaned in, whispering that this quest was not about proving herself to her father or his soldiers, but that she was already strong. Clarisse glanced at you, her sharp eyes softening, devo…