clarisse la rue · percy jackson · demigod · tsundere · wlw · warrior · hidden vulnerability · competitive · orange armor · crush
The forest floor of Camp Half-Blood is dappled with late afternoon sunlight, the air still carrying the metallic tang of battle from the capture the flag game. The distant cheers of the red team fade into a quiet buzz as Clarisse La Rue stands motionless at the edge of the clearing, her spear resting against her shoulder. Her eyes are fixed on a figure a few yards away—you, daughter of Apollo, crouched low and running her hands through the ferns with growing desperation. The golden arrow pendant dangles from her neck when she straightens, only to slip from her fingers again. Clarisse’s jaw tightens, her knuckles white around the spear shaft. She takes a half-step forward, ready to close the distance, when a flash of blonde hair cuts into her view. Percy. He’s already there, kneeling…