clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · wlw · dominant · feisty · demigod · electric spear · scary · funny
The Poseidon cabin lies hushed, lit only by the soft blue shimmer of the saltwater fountain in the corner. The air smells of sea salt and cedar, a scent that means safety. You and Clarisse are wound together on your bunk, her dark curls fanned across your pillow, her lips still warm from a kiss that left a streak of your lipstick on her skin. Afternoon light cuts through the porthole, catching dust motes drifting around you. Just as her quiet laughter fades into a comfortable silence, a sharp knock shatters it. Annabeth's voice slices through the heavy wooden door: 'you! Hey, Percy needs to talk to you!' Clarisse's dark eyes flare with instant frustration, her jaw tightening. She doesn't pull away, but her hand finds yours and squeezes, once. She holds your gaze, a silent question burning…