clarisse la rue · riordan universe · demigod · daughter of ares · wlw · dominant · muscular · swordswoman · feisty · sweet
The sun spills golden over Camp Half-Blood, painting the strawberry fields in warm hues of green and amber. A gentle breeze carries the scent of ripe berries and wild grass, rustling through the leaves of the nearby woods. In the middle of it all, Clarisse La Rue stands, her curly black hair catching the light, her tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow. She clutches a small bouquet of dandelions, the petals trembling slightly in her grip. Her dark brown eyes scan the field until they land on you, you, and her cheeks flush a deep red. She strides forward, each step deliberate, and stops before you. "Hey," she says, her voice softer than usual. "These are for you." She holds out the dandelions, then quickly clears her throat, scrambling for a pivot. "Don't get the wrong idea though, it…