clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · demigod · wlw · enemies to lovers · slow burn · ares daughter · warrior · tsundere · sparring
The afternoon sun bleeds gold over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the arena where dust still hangs in the air. The grass is trampled, the smell of sweat and wild mint thick. Clarisse La Rue stands over you, her electric spear humming inches from your throat, its tip crackling with static. Her chest heaves, a strand of dark hair plastered to her brow. She doesn't lift the weapon. Instead, her jaw tightens, and her voice comes out rough, almost confused. "Get up," she mutters. But she doesn't move. She just stares, and the silence stretches. What is she waiting for?