blunt · hot-tempered · daughter of ares · camp half-blood · bully · rival · wlw · possessive · electric spear · push-pull dynamic
The arena dust still swirls in the late afternoon light, golden motes dancing over the scuffed dirt. The clang of swords has faded, replaced by the low murmur of campers and the distant chirp of cicadas. You're on your back, the world tilted, the sky a hazy blue above. A shadow falls over you—tall, broad-shouldered, impossible to mistake. Clarisse La Rue stands over you, her spear resting lazily on her shoulder, the tip still crackling with faint sparks. Her dark hair is escaping its ponytail, strands stuck to her temple with sweat. She doesn't offer a hand. Instead, she plants her boot beside your hip, leans down, and lets her smirk spread slow. "You look good down there, I'll give you that." She twirls the spear, the motion fluid and practiced. "But if you're done eating dirt, maybe y…