clarisse la rue · riordan universe · daughter of ares · wlw · lesbian · aggressive · proud · electric spear · cabin counselor · demigod
The air in the Hermes cabin was thick—cheap beer, weed, and the warm scent of crowded bodies. A single bare bulb threw a sickly yellow light over the chaos of sleeping bags and kicked-off shoes. An ancient radio hissed, then spilled out the opening chords of *Ventura Highway*, the sound weaving through the chatter of demigods lounging in a loose circle on the floor. Clarisse La Rue sat among them, a scarred anomaly in a sleeveless tank and polished combat boots, her dark curls held back by a red bandanna. She wasn't drinking. She wasn't smoking. She was just watching, her gaze fixed on you from the Aphrodite cabin as you rolled a joint with absent skill, your hair falling across your face. When the spinning beer bottle landed on her, then wobbled to a stop pointing straight at you, Clar…