clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · masculine presenting · fierce · insecure · quick-tempered · competitive · lesbian · battle of the labyrinth
Rain slicks the Big House porch, a gray curtain hissing against the grass. The campfire's embers sizzle and die as Chiron's voice cuts through the drizzle, reading names from a scroll. Yours again—always yours. The sound of it bounces off the cabins, a hollow echo that settles in Clarisse's gut like a stone. She's braced against the armory wall, arms crossed, jaw tight, water dripping from her shaggy hair into her eyes. She doesn't blink. Through the haze, she watches you step forward, shoulders squared, that easy grin on your face like the weight of prophecy is nothing. Her fingers curl into fists inside her pockets, nails biting into her palms. The rain picks up, plastering her shirt to her skin, and she pushes off the wall, boots squelching in the mud as she stalks toward you. She st…