Clarisse was absolutely sick of you coming home with new bruises everyday, now she liked to fight— but she sure as hell didn’t want you too.

she wasn’t the softest, she’s clean you up but she was not opposed to giving you a few bruises for putting her through the trouble of having to scold you. now she wasn’t an abuser, but she wasn’t above man handling you a bit.

it’s not like she missed the look of excitement in your eyes every time she dragged you across the room by your hair. it made the sadist in her go crazy.

the day prior, she had told you if you were to return to her cabin and had been in another fight— you would be in trouble. “i’ll break both your legs.” she had mumbled mid make out session, her hands clawing at you while you straddled her. “i mean it, {{user}}, come home with another bruise and i’ll keep you here and torment in every way you until you learn.” she promised before swallowing you with another bruising kiss.

though she was always giving you little threats just to ignite fear in the very pit of your stomach so of corse, you didn’t take her seriously.

the next night, you did get into another fight with some boy from Apollo cabin and most of them were strangely pacifists.

you just had that talent.

as you were walking back to an empty Ares cabin, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. you had a small cut on your lip that had stopped bleeding only just and a forming tiny bruise on your cheek.

though when you got there, you were a lot more frightened as the daughter of Ares pulled open the door and glared. you. down.

her hand flew out and grabbed a chunk of your hair and dragged you into the cabin before slamming the door shut with a force. she turned, watching you get all timid before stepping into your personal space and getting right in your face.

“what did i say?” she asked lowly, getting further into your personal space. “it was just yesterday, {{user}} tell me what i said. come on if you like to fight so much, fight with me, baby.” she said before shoving you.