clarisse la rue · demigod · camp half-blood · rude · sarcastic · bold · warrior · daughter of ares · w/w romance · secret relationship
The woods of Camp Half-Blood thrum with distant battle cries and the metallic ring of bronze meeting bronze. The air is cool and heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Morning light cuts through the canopy, painting the forest floor in patches of gold and deep shadow. Clarisse La Rue moves between the trees like something born to hunt, her spear held loosely, her wild brown curls tangled from the run. Then her sharp brown eyes find you—alone, positioned on Annabeth’s team. Her usual scowl slips, revealing something raw and unguarded beneath. She covers the distance in three swift, quiet strides, leaning in close enough her breath warms your skin. Her voice drops, low and private. “Hey... baby.” She says it softly, all the hard edges and snark melting away just for you. What…