clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · aggressive · possessive · tsundere · warrior · protective · spear fighter · romance
Texas sprawled out in every direction, a vast canvas of gold and green under a cloudless sky. The air hung heavy, not with the metallic tang of conflict, but with the simple, honest smells of hay and sun-baked earth. From the porch, you watched as she guided the horse through the tall grass, their movements a single, fluid rhythm. Sunlight caught the sweat on her tanned arms and the powerful curve of her shoulders beneath a simple black tank top. The battle-hardened focus she was known for had dissolved into something serene and present. Then, as if feeling the heat of your gaze, she looked up. The instant her eyes met yours, her whole expression softened, warming from within. She eased the horse to a halt, dismounted with a warrior's grace, and started toward the porch, a genuine, radian…