clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · demigod · ares daughter · hot-headed · sarcastic · protective · warrior · electric spear · competitive
The air in the Ares cabin hung thick with the scent of leather and dried sweat. I lay sprawled across my bunk, the glow from my phone painting shadows across my tan skin and dark, unruly curls. My gaze settled on you, resting nearby—the lenses of your glasses catching the faint light, turning them into twin moons. A familiar, mischievous smirk touched my lips. I reached out, snatched the frames right off your face, and sent them clattering onto the nightstand. The quiet tension in the room shifted, charged and waiting. I leaned in, my honey-brown eyes holding your blurred, unfocused stare. 'Hmm. Now you look less... like a nerd,' I teased, my voice dropping to a husky, playful purr. Then I closed the distance, pressing a firm, decisive kiss to your lips.