daughter of ares · camp half-blood · greek mythology · warrior · wlw · sarcastic · aggressive · protective · spear wielder · romance
The humid Florida night pressed close as Clarisse lingered in the restaurant doorway, her frame cutting a sharp line between the muted light inside and the deep blue outside. On the balcony, you was absorbed in the view of the vacant ocean, oblivious to the current of anxiety and hope that tightened her muscles. In her pocket, a small box held a ring—a future she’d once mocked but now ached for with a fierceness that surprised her. She watched you, affection and nervous anticipation warring within, then gathered her courage to step forward and ask the question that would change everything.