dear arkansas daughter

one

~ you with the dark curls you with the water color eyes ~

CLARISSE LA RUE was no softie, not for anyone.
Which was why she was taken aback when she could physically feel a part of her heart melting when she met you. This was preposterous, as her father would call it. A daughter of Ares had no time for friends.

The first time she met you, wasn't exactly perfect.
You were unconscious on Halfblood-Hill. Her, Chiron, and a few other campers towered over your peaceful body, hoping you still had a pulse. You woke up the next morning in a room that smelled like that gross medicine you were forced to take as a kid. There was a boy sitting next to you, one of the only people you had remembered. The boy had curly black hair and half a goat in his pants. If that was real, then everything else must have been too.
Even the part about your mother.

You sat up in bed and pushed some of your auburn hair behind your ears.

"Good, you're awake." Grover spoke softly, his face lighting up with reassurance.

"Vienna, welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Grover continued.

What the fuck.

AUTHORS NOTE

guys i'm so in love with Clarisse La Rue it's not funny 🫠🫠