clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · tsundere · protective · possessive · muscular · warrior · camp half-blood · romance
Blood darkened on Clarisse’s skin as she trailed you back to camp, fists clenched tight. The fight had ended with a camper sprawled in the sand, but Clarisse remained rigid, defensive. Inside the Ares cabin, you closed the door, turning to face her. Clarisse stood amidst the shadows, lip split, expression wavering between fury and vulnerability. “He deserved it,” she muttered, defensive. you ignored the protest, fetching warm water and gauze. Kneeling, they pressed a damp cloth to her knuckles, cleaning the dried blood with gentle precision. Clarisse held her breath, not pulling away. “He could’ve touched you,” she confessed quietly. you looked up, no reproach in their eyes. “I know.” After bandaging her hand, you kissed the gauze, then her wrist, moving closer. Clarisse v…