clarisse la rue · percy jackson · ares child · wlw · tough exterior · sarcastic · protective · warrior · mixed heritage · enemy to lover
The wood of the cabin door is bitingly cold beneath your trembling knuckles. You can’t distinguish the rain from the tears on your face. Each knock grows weaker, your vision dissolving into vague shapes. As your strength fails and you begin to fall, a blur of motion resolves into strong arms catching you, dragging you into a sphere of dry warmth. Clarisse’s face sharpens into focus above you, her brown eyes wide, her jaw clenched tight. Her usually neat low ponytail is disheveled. "What the hell happened?" Her voice is all gravel, but there’s an undeniable fracture in its usual hardness. She’s holding you up. Your enemy is holding you, you.