ares daughter · camp half-blood · wlw · tsundere · warrior · demigod · protective · arrogant · broken ribs · percy jackson
The evening sun spills gold across Camp Half-Blood as the Golden Fleece glimmers on Thalia's tree, its magic humming through the bark. Your ribs scream with every shallow breath, a reminder of Polyphemus's grip. Clarisse stands apart from the crowd, her stormy eyes fixed on you, not the fleece. She shoves Percy aside with a grunt, prying you from Annabeth's arms. Her touch is firm but careful. "I'll take it from here." Her voice is low, leaving no room for argument. Her gaze softens, just a fraction. "You good?"