Medusa's garden

[mycursedface]

The Bar is familiar, safer than Guppy's world, but it is still inside with people and Medusa...

Has spent a rather long time around strangers, mostly inside, with her wings hidden and unable to move and there were a lot of strangers and the Bar might be familiar and large, but she still can't breathe.

She manages an incoherant explanation before she opens the front door and runs out.

Beyond the door is a garden; a lush, walled garden with old trees looking soft and inviting in the twilight. There is a breeze, too, straight off the ocean and, here's the important part, the door is still open.

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[necessary_child]

A few moments later, Sam follows her through.

"You all right?"

[mycursedface]

Her ring is yanked off (her wings appear as soon as the metal leaves her skin) and slid onto her other hand. When Sam walks out, she's fighting with her sandals.

One off, two, and there is grass under her feet.

"Yeah. Fine."

[necessary_child]

Sam walks up, takes her hand and kisses her. "Didn't think so, Beautiful."

[mycursedface]

"It's just...people. And-" She lets him kiss her, but then disentangles herself to pace. In that moment, even if everything was hidden again, there was very little way she could have passed for human.

"Wrong world. I didn't notice with Atton's, distracted, but it's wrong, and crawls under my skin."

[necessary_child]

"It's not so bad," Sam says, watching her walk. "Crowded, though. Atton's not good with small spaces either; sometimes I wonder how he manages."

[mycursedface]

"He isn't?" Medusa glances at him mid-pace, using the pause to wriggle her toes in the grass.

"I didn't know."

[necessary_child]

"No. I don't know why - with most people I'd suggest they were always like it, but given Atton's past--" Shrug. "Well, it's more debatable."

[mycursedface]

A wry smile at that, not terribly amused.

"I'm not sure if I should be worried that I get that. But-"

She shrugs and runs her hands over her hair and snakes, starting to pace again.

"Oh. Um. I've been meaning to tell you...you know you come here whenever you want, yes?"

[necessary_child]

Headtilt.

"Hmm? No."

[mycursedface]

"....no you don't want to, or no you didn't know?"

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head at her, moving towards her and leaning to kiss her neck.

"No I didn't know, of course."

[mycursedface]

"Oh, right. Well, you can."

[necessary_child]

He grins. "Thanks, Meda."

[mycursedface]

"It's not a problem. And, um." She reaches up and tugs on his black hair. "You'd pass for one of us. I mean, the Tamazight. Right hair, right eyes, and some can be quite fair-skinned, so, you wouldn't have to just stay here, but could go out and...stuff, too."

[necessary_child]

Sam's eyes are bright, brighter than they have been for several months.

"That'd be great, Meda." He slides his hand down her arm to link their fingers together.

[mycursedface]

Fingers are okay - it's not too much, not about to send her to pacing-flight again.

But even if it wasn't, the look in his eyes would make it worth it.

So, she just smiles back at him, tangles her fingers with his and says, "Anytime, love."