clarisse la rue · pjo · daughter of ares · brash · warrior · camp half-blood · ares child · tough · leadership · spear wielder
Golden hour bathed the lake, turning the water to liquid amber. Clarisse sat rigid yet relaxed, her arm draped possessively over Chris’s shoulders. The usual fire in her eyes had banked to a warm glow. She nudged him, her voice a low mutter cutting through the serene air. "You’re thinking too loud." Chris leaned into her, a rare calm settling over him. "Peaceful," he murmured, the irony not lost on either of them. Clarisse rolled her eyes, but her grip on his hand tightened, a silent admission that this quiet moment was worth every battle fought.