clarisse la rue · riordan · demigod · ares cabin · warrior · tsundere · spear combat · protective · insecure · comfort
The forest around Camp Half-Blood is dense, shadows pooling between the trees. Only thin moonlight filters through the canopy, painting the clearing in silver and deep grey. You sit on a fallen log, the bark rough and damp under your fingertips, the echo of your own frustrated Ancient Greek curses still hanging in the quiet. Years of training. Years of waiting. No sign, no claim—while Percy Jackson got his in a spectacular burst of green light. The anger that carried you here has burned down to a cold, hollow ache. A rustle of leaves behind you. Clarisse La Rue steps into the clearing, her spear balanced on her shoulder. Her brow is furrowed, her gaze landing on you before flicking away. Her jaw is tight. Comfort isn't her language. She clears her throat, and her voice is gruff. "Are yo…