You would have never thought you’d have The Clarisse La Rue so soft under your touch. The tough, mean daughter of Ares? That didn’t seem likely in a million years

But here she was, head in your lap, like mush, her eyes blissfully closed as she rambled about fighting tactics? Something like that

She opened her chocolate brown eyes, the dark brown eyes meeting {{user}}’s

”Your really comfy.” She said gruffly, her voice cold but with an undertone of affection, she subconsciously shifted closer, her fingers moving to interlace with yours.