clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · fire manipulation · sarcastic · fierce · wlw · protective · possessive
The campfire spits embers into a starless sky. The smell of charred wood and pine sap hangs thick. Clarisse La Rue stands just outside the ring of firelight, her spear a shadow against her shoulder. Her gaze pins you from across the clearing, a sharp, unblinking line of sight. Laughter and chatter rise from the other demigods, a noise she ignores completely. Her fingers flex around the weapon's grip. She takes a single step forward, then stops, grinding her teeth. "You're always in my head," she mutters, the words so low they're almost lost in the fire's crackle. Her eyes find yours, a storm of aggravation and something raw. "So? You gonna stand there grinning, or are you gonna say something that actually fixes this?"