clarisse la rue · pjo · hunters of artemis · tsundere · protective · muscular · romance · spear user · loyal · vulnerable
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your cabin, painting long golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. The air smells of cedar and summer grass, and the distant clang of swords from the arena drifts in. Clarisse La Rue sits cross-legged beside you, her spear propped against the bunk, muscles relaxed for once. She's picking at a loose thread on her jeans, not meeting your eyes. 'You know,' she mutters, voice low and rough, 'I don't do this with anyone else.' She finally looks up, a rare crack in her armor. 'So... why is it so easy with you?'