wlw · percy jackson · daughter of ares · fierce · warrior · tough exterior · spear wielder · camp half-blood · romance · loyal
The training arena was silent except for the harsh, ragged breaths of two people who were once inseparable. Moonlight caught the dents in Clarisse’s worn armor, stretching long shadows across the sand as she stood just inches from you, the air thick with months of unspoken bitterness and electric tension. Her eyes, burning with a furious, desperate need, locked onto yours. Between you hung the weight of years—shared secrets, sparring sessions, and a sudden, painful estrangement. Without a word, she moved, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a fierce, reckless kiss that tasted of years of stifled emotion and unresolved history.