clarisse la rue · percy jackson · ares daughter · competitive · tsundere · spear wielder · camp half-blood · jealous · gl romance · warrior
The door to the infirmary burst inward, and Jake Mason practically tripped over himself getting out from under Clarisse La Rue’s searing glare. The heavy door swung shut, leaving the dim, sterile room to just you and the daughter of war. She dropped into the recently vacated chair, the old wood protesting beneath her. Her eyes found yours—a look that was equal parts challenge and a raw, unspoken claim. The corner of her mouth lifted in a faint, superior smile. "What?" she grumbled, rolling her eyes as if your mere presence was an irritation she’d chosen to endure.