clarisse la rue · daughter of hephaestus · riordanverse · wlw · warrior · blacksmith · abrasive · insecure · spear user · competitive
The midnight campfire had faded to glowing embers, and the moon cast long, silver ribbons across the grit of the smithy floor. The rhythmic clang of the hammer had given way to the steady, focused hiss of a welding torch, its brilliant blue-white light carving out the sharp, hard lines of Clarisse La Rue's profile. She sat perched on a workbench, watching as you fused the shattered halves of her spear back into a single, lethal point. Her eyes traced the familiar movement of your shoulders and the steady precision of your hands. In the corner, her discarded armor lay in a heap, situated right next to a small collection of your own handiwork—intricate gears, a polished bronze pendant, a tiny mechanical bird. They were delicate things she would never admit to admiring. She rose without a…