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[mycursedface]

Medusa is a monster. Monsters are often hungry. Monsters have no issue with eating people based solely on sapience. Medusa, however, has been raised to be polite and listen to rules and it would be against said rules to eat anyone here, even if she's really hungry, which she rarely is because she doesn't want to be that tempted.

All of which is why Medusa is walking down the stairs into the Bar at an odd hour, to get food from the Bar without her stomach directing her to the live prey.

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[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Her lack of predatory interest would probably be appreciated if it were known. And understood if it were absent. But either way, it's hard to take note of a creature's stance (and through it to determine whether or not they are hunting) when your head and the majority of your torso are currently hidden in the soothing darkness under the couch.

[mycursedface]

He's family. You don't eat family.

Also, he still smells the same, which is why the jingle of Medusa's bracelets stop.

"Cerberus?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

This is true. It wouldn't necessarily stop some of the others though.

There is a long pause. And finally a quiet, strained voice answers.

"'lo, Meda." Says the couch.

[mycursedface]

She'd blame Echidna's childrearing skills if the sirens weren't the same.

"...should I ask?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"....I think I'm dieing."

[mycursedface]

"...if it hasn't killed you yet, you're not doing to die."

Logically.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

There is a long pause as this is mulled over. And Partly because talking hurts. Everything hurts. Tartarus, his teeth hurt and he didn't think that was possible.


"Oh."

Beat.

"I wish it would make up its mind then."

[mycursedface]

"Well, this is what you get from drinking Atlantean."

Yes, she can smelltaste it on him.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

That actually gets a wince. Though it might be hard to tell. Again, what with most of him obscured.

"I'm sorry."

Who this is directed to is unclear.

"I don't know what I did to deserve it."

Which he undoubtedly does.

[mycursedface]

"It's a hangover. You'll live."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"...She's done it to you as well?"

[mycursedface]

And the world goes very, very still.






"Who?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"The lady Demeter." The title is carefully placed. Not the Lady but a lady none the less.


"I think there it might have been because I'm not good at dancing."

[mycursedface]

Medusa is hissing, low and furious.

She'll speak rationally in a moment.





Really.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerberus discreetly scoots backwards another few inches under the couch. He's seen angry Gorgons before.

[mycursedface]

"Demeter," she hisses, "is a menacsssse."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Not good.

Very, very not good.

"Well..."

Last night he would have agreed whole heartedly. Today, not so much, at least not aloud. Sobriety's funny like that.

"Well, I... um."

[mycursedface]

She squats down, tilts her head and her snakes are still hissing.

"No, she is. Acting like...a little adolescent brat."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It's a shame his head was already ringing. It makes the alarm bells all the more unwelcome.

"You know?... Actually I think I'm fine. Yes. Really, Meda. Let's go... do something else?"

He has not extracted himself from his hiding place. His legs have gone terribley tense though.

[mycursedface]

Momentarily derailed, she smiles.

"And you are a silly puppy."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

He can hear her smile, even if he can't see it.Progress.

"Um, thank you?"

Beat.

"I think."

[mycursedface]

She takes a deep breath and lets it out.

"She's still an idiot," she says, although the blind fury is gone.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"Meda..."

"You can't say things like that."

"the lady Demeter is.... I must have done something."

[mycursedface]

"No. You were just there."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

".... I'm confused."

[mycursedface]

"It...it doesn't matter, darling."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"Oh."



"Alright."

If she says so.

[mycursedface]

"Do you want something to eat? Drink?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

....

He shudders.

"No, thank you."

[mycursedface]

"The water will help."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhhh."


"Um, then yes. Please." He slowly begins extracting himself from his hiding place. To say he looks horrible would be something of an understatement.

[mycursedface]

"...you look like shit," Medusa says, sounding like Stheno.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Meda."

It is a rare day that Cerberus manages a tone quite as dry as this. He blinks in the artificial light through bloodshot eyes.

[mycursedface]

A proud smile.

"You're learning."

Beat.

"Need help?"

(He's family, and a puppy)

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

There is the ghost of a smile, praise is always nice.

"Yes, please."

[mycursedface]

He is a lot taller than her, but despite her light bones, Medusa is used to flying in storms and waves, and that makes you strong.

Not to mention being short means that you are closer to the ground, which makes it easier to help someone to their feet.

"There you go."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

"'nk you."

And whith that, Cerberus attempts to shake himself. This, as most can probably predict, is a mistake.

He gingerly raises a hand to his forehead.

"Ow."

[mycursedface]

"No sudden movements. Just, walk slowly, and don't...laugh or shake or run," she says, sighing.

Bloody Demeter.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerberus offers no resistance as he's led to the back of the bar. It's not as bright there, which is appreciated. He sets himself at a corner table with a groan.

[mycursedface]

She reaches out and gently runs her fingers through his hair.

"I'll get you some water. I'll be back."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

He sits quietly, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. His eyes close at her hair ruffling and that faint smile plays across his features again. He will sit here until she returns, thank you.

[mycursedface]

Medusa comes back, cradling a bowl. Gently, gently, she puts it down on the table.

"Here you go."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It is with some trepidation that Cerberus laps at the bowl.

"Thank you, Meda."

It's a much more familiar tone this time; utterly sincere.

[mycursedface]

"You're family."

And that is that, as far as she is concerned. And family is why she stays with him until he's able to actually function.