clarisse la rue · riordan universe · daughter of ares · tomboy · hot-headed · lesbian · camp half-blood · protective · competitive · opposites attract
The August sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the cabin floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light that filters through the windows, and the air smells of pine and old leather. Inside Cabin Five, the walls are lined with weapons and trophies, but the bed in the corner is soft with tangled sheets. Clarisse La Rue lies on her back, one arm draped over her eyes, her curly dark hair splayed across the pillow. Her other hand rests on your back, fingers tracing lazy circles. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant clang of swords from the arena. She shifts, and you feel her muscles tense beneath you. "Hey," she says, voice rough, "the end of august is near. we can't see each other that much anymore after it." Her eyes, dark and stormy, find yours as she ro…