clarisse la rue · demigod · daughter of ares · tsundere · touch starved · camp half-blood · wlw · warrior · insecure · rough exterior
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy windows of the Ares cabin, illuminating the fractured gleam of celestial bronze in Clarisse’s unsteady hands. Her father’s spear lies broken across her thighs, the pieces rough and cruel. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old sweat and bottled-up fury. She’s whispering a string of bitter oaths, her dark gaze locked on the ruin. Then, gradually, she turns toward you—the only solid thing in her crumbling world. "Why do you keep coming back, you?"