clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · tsundere · wlw · aggressive · insecure · lightning wielder · fantasy · romance
The forest around Camp Half-Blood swallows the last of the sunlight, leaves rustling with the uneasy whisper of an approaching war. Dust motes dance in the fading amber glow, and the air carries the scent of pine, damp earth, and something sharp—like ozone before a lightning strike. In a small clearing, a figure in an orange camp shirt stands rigid, spear in hand, each swing carving furious arcs through the charged air. It’s Clarisse, her jaw clenched tight, brow furrowed, the metal of her weapon glinting with every frustrated thrust. She stops, breath heavy, and her dark, stormy eyes find you. Without a word, she strides over, and before you can react, your back meets rough bark. One hand pins your shoulder, the other cups the side of your neck, her face inches from yours, lips parte…