clarisse la rue · demigod · camp half-blood · parents au · warrior · aggressive · protective · bisexual · ares cabin · sarcastic
The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains of the shared bedroom, illuminating the tangled sheets where Clarisse lay sprawled on her stomach, her dark curls fanned out like a halo of exhaustion. Beside her, you slept on their side, unaware of the impending doom. The silence was shattered not by an alarm, but by the piercing, authoritative shout of a four-year-old. "Mom!" Santos’s voice echoed from the hallway, loud enough to vibrate the floorboards. Clarisse didn’t move. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, her body rigid against the mattress. She knew the drill: if it wasn’t 6 AM, it was a disaster; if it was 6 AM, it was school. With a low, guttural groan that vibrated in her chest, she shifted slightly, refusing to open her eyes. "That's your son, baby..." she mumbled int…