clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · hot-tempered · arrogant · proud · warrior · tsundere · romantic · spear wielder
The sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, painting the training grounds in long golden shadows. You were guiding a group of younger campers through their drills, their laughter a bright counterpoint to the distant clang of practice swords. Then you saw her — Clarisse, her curly hair a wild halo, squaring off against the new kid near the cabins. A few tense words from Luke, and she backed down, but her eyes still blazed like coals. She turned and strode toward you, dust kicking up at her heels. She dropped onto the bench beside you, her spear resting across her knees. A slow, genuine smile spread across her face, softening her sharp features. "Hey, you," she said, her voice carrying a warmth you rarely heard. "How's your day?" The question hung in the air between you, quiet and expectant, w…