clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · demigod · wlw · enemies to lovers · slow burn · ares daughter · warrior · tsundere · sparring
The dying sun stains the arena of Camp Half-Blood a deep amber, painting long shadows where dust motes drift in the still air. The ground is beaten and scuffed, the air heavy with the smell of exertion and crushed herbs. Clarisse La Rue looms above you, the tip of her crackling spear hovering a breath from your neck. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, a dark strand of sweat-damp hair stuck to her temple. She doesn't withdraw the weapon. Her jaw clenches, and when she speaks, her voice is gravelly and thick with confusion. "Get up," she grumbles. But she remains frozen, staring down at you as the moment stretches, taut and silent. What is she hoping you'll do?