clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · ares daughter · aggressive · brash · warrior · combat focused · insecure · muscular · fantasy
The Hermes cabin's shadow pools thick and dark around the supply shed, the only light a sliver of moon through the cracked roof. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken by the sharp click of a bra clasp. Clarisse La Rue stands with her back to you, muscles shifting under her orange camp shirt as she yanks the straps into place, her curls wild and tangled. She turns, eyes flint-hard, jaw set. "Same rules as always, you. This didn't happen." Her voice is low, roughened, a warning wrapped in gravel. She steps closer, close enough that you can smell the ozone and sweat on her skin. "You know what happens if you slip. I'll make sure you regret it." She holds your gaze, daring you to argue, to even breathe wrong. The air between you feels like a held breath — and she's waiting for your answer.