[ to say clarisse is furious would be an understatement. she has quite possibly reached the pinnacle of the wrath of ares, and while she would love to show him just how angry she is, her voice conveys it more than well enough for him to visualize it himself. she didn't even think to contact him via video; she'd simply roared GET ME LUKE CASTELLAN into the locket, and audio was the default, apparently. not that she figured he'd answer, which he doesn't. but even over audio, her rage is palpable. somehow, she's more pissed off about this than the backbiter incident — this is personal. this is a direct violation of her privacy and probably some kind of property laws, if those even exist in the drabwurld. ]
[ no, it's not unexpected for a child of hermes to steal shit, but this is certainly not putting them on any better terms. she can't even fathom how bad their terms are now. after a month of putting up with him and then two weeks of putting up with only him, this is the last goddamn straw. she'd been trying to make meaning out of him saving her life, trying to reevaluate her position in the case of luke castellan v. la rue, but now all that evidence has been thrown out the damn window. she doesn't even care if he saved her life once (or twice) or stole the dara or made her a stupid documentary about trees and made her laugh — he stole her chariot, her gift from the monarchs (and by proxy her dad, or so she likes to think), which might as well be a big fuck you to ares. and more than she hates when people disrespect her, she hates when people disrespect her dad. she thought luke at least respected her a fraction of enough not to steal her shit, but that's where she'd be dead wrong. he's just as fucking selfish as he's always been. ]
[ it doesn't even occur to her that he'd be upset about annabeth. why would it? this feels like a direct attack on her, in retaliation for the backbiter incident or the way clarisse has treated him this entire time or whatever. she won't apologize, not now, and probably never given the current circumstances — this feels like a declaration of war, and he should know damn well that clarisse takes this shit extremely seriously. if he wants to start something, she won't back down. not this time, not when he's personally offended her. this is between them, not them and the gods or them and jason or anyone else. she isn't going to let him get away with this, but there isn't much she can do right now except scream at him. ]
I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but I swear to all the gods above, Luke Castellan, if I don't get my chariot back come this fortnight, I will hunt you down and take it back, and I won't hold back this time. [ she's giving him a chance to reconsider before he jumps headfirst into a real war — not just petty fights about the gods — with the daughter of war. ] You know exactly what I'm capable of, so don't think for a fucking second that I'm bluffing. And if I find that anything else is missing, it's on your ass, Castellan. [ and just in case she wasn't clear before, she enunciates the following: ] Two weeks. [ she crushes the locket closed in the palm of her hand and resists every urge telling her to throw it at the wall. ]
audio » june 3rd, after ned's meeting
[ no, it's not unexpected for a child of hermes to steal shit, but this is certainly not putting them on any better terms. she can't even fathom how bad their terms are now. after a month of putting up with him and then two weeks of putting up with only him, this is the last goddamn straw. she'd been trying to make meaning out of him saving her life, trying to reevaluate her position in the case of luke castellan v. la rue, but now all that evidence has been thrown out the damn window. she doesn't even care if he saved her life once (or twice) or stole the dara or made her a stupid documentary about trees and made her laugh — he stole her chariot, her gift from the monarchs (and by proxy her dad, or so she likes to think), which might as well be a big fuck you to ares. and more than she hates when people disrespect her, she hates when people disrespect her dad. she thought luke at least respected her a fraction of enough not to steal her shit, but that's where she'd be dead wrong. he's just as fucking selfish as he's always been. ]
[ it doesn't even occur to her that he'd be upset about annabeth. why would it? this feels like a direct attack on her, in retaliation for the backbiter incident or the way clarisse has treated him this entire time or whatever. she won't apologize, not now, and probably never given the current circumstances — this feels like a declaration of war, and he should know damn well that clarisse takes this shit extremely seriously. if he wants to start something, she won't back down. not this time, not when he's personally offended her. this is between them, not them and the gods or them and jason or anyone else. she isn't going to let him get away with this, but there isn't much she can do right now except scream at him. ]
I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but I swear to all the gods above, Luke Castellan, if I don't get my chariot back come this fortnight, I will hunt you down and take it back, and I won't hold back this time. [ she's giving him a chance to reconsider before he jumps headfirst into a real war — not just petty fights about the gods — with the daughter of war. ] You know exactly what I'm capable of, so don't think for a fucking second that I'm bluffing. And if I find that anything else is missing, it's on your ass, Castellan. [ and just in case she wasn't clear before, she enunciates the following: ] Two weeks. [ she crushes the locket closed in the palm of her hand and resists every urge telling her to throw it at the wall. ]