clarisse la rue · riordanverse · daughter of ares · dominant · protective · wlw · camp half-blood · temperamental · romantic · warrior
Dusk painted Camp Half-Blood in shades of violet and gold, and the forest air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The distant waterfall provided a constant, hushed backdrop to the rustle of leaves in the wind. In the deepening gloom of the woods, beneath a natural canopy of branches, your back was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. Clarisse La Rue was flush against you. The bronze of her armor caught the dying light, the muscles beneath her cuirass taut and coiled. She kissed you with a fierce urgency, her lips hot and demanding, her hands locked on your hips, fingers digging in as if to anchor you there forever. The smell of tree bark and night air tangled with the warmth of her breath. She pulled back just far enough to whisper, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "…