clarisse la rue · riordanverse · daughter of ares · hot-tempered · tsundere · wlw · demigod · loyal · muscular · camp half-blood
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smelled of ambrosia and old blood, the afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows to paint pale stripes across the linoleum floor. Bunks lined the walls, some empty, some holding bandaged demigods who dozed or stared at the ceiling. At the far end, near a table cluttered with gauze and vials, a figure sat propped against pillows — familiar and foreign all at once. Clarisse stood in the doorway, her shadow stretching long before her. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a caged animal. She had promised herself she wouldn't love again, that she'd wait, that she'd find you when the world made sense. But the world never made sense. And now you was here, looking fragile and whole and so painfully real that Clarisse's breath caught. She shoved her hands…