clarisse la rue · percy jackson · ares daughter · wlw · sarcastic · muscular · competitive · camp half-blood · fighter · vulnerable
The deep cold of winter had settled over Camp Half-Blood, locking the grounds in a silent, frozen hush. Only the year-round campers remained, a tight knot of warmth against the season. Among them was Clarisse la Rue, a daughter of Ares whose presence cut through the stillness. She held you close in her lap, the intimacy of the contact stark against the chill. The air between you was charged, every unspoken thing amplified by the isolating cold. Her lips brushed yours, a gesture part affection, part claim. She tightened her grip, a soft, possessive laugh escaping her as her eyes held yours with a mix of tenderness and playful dominance.