Mortals meet Percabeth (and others)

Colours: Mortal Chrisse AU

Colours AU

MIST

Let's get one thing straight Clarrise was not weak

She didn't need anyone to make her feel fulfiled and if anyone even thought that she did...Well hopefully a nice right hook to their jaw and a purple bruise would remind them not to underestimate her 

She trained hard to get where she was. And she wasn't going to let anything -- or anyone -- get in her way. Since the time she was a little girl, Clarrise had always pushed herself to her limits and then some. When it felt like she was going to rip apart, every organ in her body begging her to stop, or at least slowdown. Clarrise kept pushing and pushing, trying to prove something to everybody and herself but most of all, her father

Her father was a General in the army and he loved wars, he loved getting all beat up and bloody and if he ever got injured to the point where the army would literally have to pull him off the battlefield with bullet holes sunk into his skin, he would take as little time off as possible before getting back into war

He had no time for anything else. No time for his wife, his family or his kid, he always wanted the best from Clarisse pushing her to her limits and then some and Clarrise never did once complain (out loud that was there may have been some colourful swears in her head) because she wanted her father to look at her. Really look at her. Instead, Ares La Rue looked at her like something he had found at the bottom of his shoe. Not worth his time 

Ares La Rue was a cruel, cruel man 

He might as well be dead to Clarisse -- that's how little she saw him. He was always off in some faraway country fighting war after war. He lived for the thrill of the war, the blood, the gore, the bargains struck and promises broken. Honestly, the only reason why Clarrise knew her father wasn't dead was because of the connection he had with her mother -- if he was dead, her mother would go back to seeing the world in black and white

Despite not ever really interacting with Ares Clarrise wanted to prove she was still the best and get the approval from her father that she never did so that's why she worked as hard as she did. Boxing, sword-fighting and martial arts. She was trained in different styles of combat but that didn't seem to turn her father's head 

But who's head did it turn? Chris Rodriguez 

Chris had watched Clarrise from afar for many years in awe of her dedication to bettering herself and the fire she got in her eyes when she really wanted, he was amazed by her the way she wouldn't back down for anything if it wasn't what she wanted to do and the way she was dedicated never giving in and never backing down no matter how difficult her life got 

He had seen her from afar for many years and still didn't utter one word to her

Chris knew he was a coward, he was never going to be as half as strong as the person in front of her who was working on a punch bag like it was going to solve all her problems, hearing the crack of the taunt leather from where he was watching from leaning against the wall. It wasn't the first time he had stayed behind after his own class to watch her -- after all, there was something mesmerizing about her 

And yet he hadn't uttered a single word to her

But that would all change today, he wasn't going to live as a coward anymore -- although he had an inkling that if she was to talk to him she would literally wring his neck but he lived for the thrill and danger of things. He supposed he got that from his father, just like he supposed Clarrise got that fire in her eyes from her parents, which one he didn't know but he knew it had to be one of them

He was the same, he had the same spark in his belly that Clarrise had in her eyes but unlike her, he didn't exactly use that rage and anger and let it out in a healthy way, he was angry at his father for abandoning him and so he got mixed up in the wrong crowds, he ended up so deep that he felt like he was drowning and the more he tried to pull himself out the more he ended up underwater 

Until he couldn't breathe anymore

Luckily he had a change of heart before he ended up dead because at the rate he was going, he was going to end up dead before he got out of his teen but after going on a trip and getting stuck someplace unpleasant...He still doesn't like to talk about it...That drove him half-mad, he decided he had to get out

He couldn't live with himself any more, Chris hadn't even met his soulmate

Clarrise that name sprung into his head again, he had been watching her for weeks now, just admiring the way she moves and how she seemed to be one with the bag while beating the hell out of it at the same time. Chris would be lying if he said he hadn't entertained the idea of Clarrise being his soulmate because from the first moment he saw her he had felt a connection between the two of them a magnet pulling him towards the  girl with the  bandana 

But Chris doubted he wouldn't be so lucky to ever be let out of his black and white prison. No matter how many times his mom had told him there was someone out there for everyone and you would meet them around his age, Chris believed he had simply done one too many bad things for anyone to ever love him

Pushing himself off the wall he made his way over to Clarrise, a smirk twisting his lips upwards as he tried to put as much confidence in his step as possible. He had to talk to her and it had to be today or he was going to chicken out 

"Hey, I just wanna say I think you're really cool"

Those words and the tap of the shoulder encouraged Clarrise to turn around, her fist raised ready to knock this punk on his arse but as she turned around the strangest thing started to happen the edges of grey started to fade away giving way to hues of colour causing Clarrise to stop in her tracks 

"You look wimpy, why do I have a wimp as a soulmate?"

Despite her tone, the boy in front of Clarrise chuckled once again stopping her in her tracks, and that's when she knew despite the colour change that he was her soulmate because who else would stay? Anyone else would've run a mile by now but he stayed

Maybe two teenagers could help put each other back together