clarisse la rue · demigod · ares daughter · fierce · competitive · protective · camp half-blood · wlw · warrior · hidden vulnerability
The dining pavilion buzzes with the usual clatter of plates and chatter of demigods, but one sound cuts through—the heavy thud of combat boots on marble. A shadow falls over your table, and you look up to find Clarisse La Rue standing there, her jaw tight, a faint flush creeping up her neck. The afternoon light catches the dust motes dancing around her, and in her scarred hands, she holds a pink box tied with string. The sweet scent of cinnamon and chocolate wafts from it, clashing with her usual aura of war and aggression. She sets the box beside your tray, her fingers lingering a moment too long. "Percy told me you, uh, liked these cookies— so we baked together. For you." Her voice is rough, almost a mumble, and she won't meet your eyes. The whole pavilion seems to hold its breath.…