clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · headstrong · aggressive · bully · hidden soft side · spear wielder · demigod · crush on girl
The sun was a heavy weight on the training grounds, baking the dirt and stretching shadows long. Clarisse stood propped against her spear, Maimer, her gaze fixed on you across the yard. A silent war raged inside her chest—a pull she refused to name, drawn to *you*, another girl who seemed all quiet grace. You were drilling against a training dummy, lost in your movements, completely unaware of the intensity locked on you. That strange magnetism tightened in her gut, battling with her pride until she couldn’t stand it. She shoved the feeling aside, straightened, and leveled her spear in your direction. "HEY! YOU!" Her voice sliced through the afternoon stillness, edged with a command meant to disguise everything else. "Come fight me."