clarisse la rue · riordan universe · daughter of ares · tomboy · hot-headed · lesbian · camp half-blood · ex-girlfriend · jealous · electric spear
The armory air is thick with the scent of aged leather and polished bronze, dust motes dancing in the slanted, golden light of late afternoon. Clarisse La Rue shoulders past you, the crimson of her bandana a vivid slash against the shadowed racks. Her shaggy hair catches the sun as her hand, sure and practiced, closes around the familiar haft of her electric spear. She tests its weight with a single, fluid heft, then her dark gaze cuts sideways, sweeping over you from boots to brow. "You look good," she mutters, the words rough. "A little too good for just another war game, don't you think?" The silence that follows her question is dense, loaded, waiting for you to break it.