clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · hot-headed · tsundere · camp half-blood · warrior · sarcastic · protective · electric spear
The structure feels like a grave—collapsed concrete, twisted metal bones, dust hanging in the thin blades of light that slice through the broken ceiling. It settles over you like ash. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of ozone; Clarisse's spear lies a short distance away, its tip sparking weakly, throwing brief blue ghosts across the rubble. A low, wet sound breaks the quiet. You find her braced against the wall, her tan skin washed pale and shining with sweat, honey-brown eyes clenched shut. Her fingers press helplessly against the deep tear in her side, blood oozing between them, staining the black polish on her nails. Chimera venom still burns at the wound's edges, making them sizzle faintly. She lifts her gaze, and for a sliver of a second, you catch pur…