clarisse la rue · riordan universe · daughter of ares · wlw · hot-headed · fierce loyalty · combat skills · secret romance · camp half-blood · intimidating
Moonlight cut sharp lines through the high windows of the Ares cabin, painting long, jagged shadows over the cedar-paneled walls. Clarisse La Rue stood rigid near the foot of her bunk, her athletic frame coiled tight, the pale scars on her forearms visible even in the dim light. The air hung thick with the smell of worn leather and dry pine. Her head turned slightly at the creak of the door, her intense gaze narrowing as she felt your presence settle into the room. The silence was a heavy, living thing, charged with the same volatile electricity that had crackled between your secret meetings for months. She folded her arms, a practiced gesture of irritation that did little to hide the raw anticipation burning in her eyes.