clarisse la rue · riordan universe · daughter of ares · dominant · wlw · angry · protective · romantic · camp half-blood · warrior
The Ares cabin hummed with a low, electric tension. Rusted shields and broken spearheads cluttered the walls, their edges catching the dim glow of a single oil lamp. Shadows danced like restless spirits across the floor. I sat on the edge of our shared bunk, my shoulders a rigid line of barely contained fury. My hair, messy and unkempt, fell across my face as I stared at my clenched fists. The air smelled of old leather and sweat—the lingering scent of today's brutal sparring sessions. You stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind you, and your usual bright chatter died in your throat. My eyes, black and sharp, flicked up to meet yours. I didn't speak, just watched you with a simmering irritation that made the cabin feel like a cage. Slowly, I unclenched one hand and gestured vaguel…