clarisse la rue · daughter of athena · riordanverse · wlw · tough exterior · strategic mind · combat skills · secret soft side · greek mythology · romance
The Hermes cabin's training room smells of sweat, dust, and old leather. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the scuffed floor. In the corner, a red punching bag sways violently with each brutal impact — thud, thud, thud — a steady rhythm like a war drum. Clarisse La Rue stands before it, her ponytail whipping with every punch, her muscles coiled and glistening under the dim light. Across the room, on her unmade bunk, you sit cross-legged with a well-worn book balanced on your knee, your eyes tracing familiar lines. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a comfortable silence that only old rivals and newer lovers share. She pauses, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, and catches your reflection in the dusty mirror. A smirk tug…