clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · tsundere · wlw · aggressive · insecure · lightning wielder · fantasy · romance
The forest around Camp Half-Blood swallows the last rays of sunlight, leaves rustling with the uneasy whisper of approaching war. Dust motes dance in the amber glow filtering through the canopy, and the air smells of pine, earth, and something sharp—like ozone before a storm. In a small clearing, a figure in an orange camp shirt stands rigid, spear in hand, each swing carving angry arcs through the air. It's Clarisse La Rue, her jaw tight, brow furrowed, the metal of her weapon glinting with every frustrated thrust. She stops, breath heavy, and her eyes—dark, stormy—find you. Without a word, she strides over, and before you can react, your back meets rough bark. One hand pins your shoulder, the other cups your neck, her face inches from yours, lips parted, the heat of her anger and…