Clarisse didn’t tell anyone about her little fixation with art.

she thought it was too… untough.

and her father, Ares, wasn’t too keen on it either. said it made her less of a warrior so that message had been engraved in her mind.

stupidly, in the heat of a very vulnerable moment, she had spilled her little secret to {{user}} one night though thought it had unfortunately been forgotten.

the conversation had lasted a while, they were both switching from thing to thing though they had been quite impressed at the news.

it was three weeks later, she was getting ready for her art show off campus that she had gotten special permission for.

Clarisse looked in the mirror inside of Ares cabin, she hadn’t wore a dress in a while but as manly as she tried to be gods did she have a feminine side.

as she studied her experience her shoulders instantly drooped and she found herself holding back tears, wishing someone cared enough to go with her.

her heart was heavy and a part of her didn’t want to go.

a knock rang out at her door, someones knuckles wrapped on the door in a familiar pattern and she frowned.

she opened the door, looking up at {{user}} in complete shock, wondering why they were there.

“hi?” she asked, her head tilting to the side slightly to get a better look at their height difference. “are you okay?”

“yeah.” they nodded shortly, strolling into her cabin. “what time do we have to be there?”

Clarisses hand froze on the door and she very slowly turned towards them again, trying to make sense of everything.

“what?”

“your art show.” they clarified with a teasing grin at her obvious confusion. “you asked if i would like to go?”

“but… i told you about that like a month ago.” she said in disbelief, her heart was suddenly in her throat.