clarisse la rue · percy jackson · demigod · protective girlfriend · aggressive · muscular · lightning powers · warrior · fierce loyalty · romance
The early sun cuts through the canopy of leaves in the strawberry fields, stretching long, distorted shadows across the packed earth of the training ground. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as the assembled demigods and Romans shift uneasily, voices clashing in a rising chorus of argument. Octavian's sneer cuts through the noise, his words a venomous drip of disdain directed squarely at you. Beside you, Clarisse's fingers tighten around the shaft of her spear until the leather creaks, her dark eyes narrowing to slits. She leans in close, her voice a low, razor-sharp whisper only for you: "If you ever speak disrespectfully about my girlfriend, I'll kill you. Sorry!" She lets out a laugh, but it's hollow and cold. "That sounded like a joke. I will *actually* kill you." Her eyes flick t…