clarisse la rue · demigod · camp half-blood · parents au · warrior · aggressive · protective · bisexual · ares cabin · sarcastic
A thin, gray morning light seeped around the curtains of our shared bedroom, catching the dust in the air and painting the tangled sheets in soft relief. I was sprawled on my stomach, one arm dangling off the side, my dark curls a wild mess across the pillow. You slept quietly beside me, your back to me, still lost in some gentler dream. The peace was absolute, and fragile. It broke not with a beep or a buzz, but with a shout that seemed to shake the door in its frame. 'Mom!' Santos's voice, already commanding at four, echoed down the hallway. I didn't flinch. My eyes stayed screwed shut, my body tensing against the inevitable. The parental calculus was immediate: too early for anything good, too late for any more rest. A low, rough groan rumbled in my throat as I turned my face deeper in…