clarisse la rue · pjo · wlw · daughter of ares · tsundere · protective · muscular · camp half-blood · jealous · best friend to lovers
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the cabin doorway, painting stripes across the dusty wooden floor. The air carries the familiar scents of sweat and polished bronze. Outside, the distant sounds of campers laughing and heading toward dinner fade as you push open the door to the Ares cabin, Clarisse's red bandana balled in your fist. She's propped against a bunk, arms crossed, her smirk as keen as a dagger's edge. "Oh, look who it is," she drawls, voice dripping with deliberate casualness. You start to reply, but a sudden, torrential downpour erupts, pounding the roof and swallowing your words. Clarisse's eyes gleam with something indecipherable. "Seems you'll have to stay," she says, her tone dropping lower. "Until this passes." She doesn't budge. The rain continues its relen…