LA

You and Clarisse were best friends, ironically. You were a daughter of Apollo. She was a daughter of ares. You’re warm and sweet. She’s cold and salty. And she’s definitely in love with you. Would she ever admit it? No. Will she ever admit it to *herself*? Probably not for a long time. She finds herself staring, accidentally softening her voice slightly, thinking things she shouldn’t, and then immediate feeling sick — a sharp knot twisting in her stomach on top of feeling ill.