mycursedface: (moon and sea and pretty twilight)
It's summer in Egypt, so the Nile is a swollen, flooded thing right now. But Medusa's father built his home above the highest waterline, and in any case he is a god and weather and water can be bent to his will. (Or at least coaxed, for the Old Man of the Sea had ever been one for soft words over thunderbolts). There are a several buildings, arranged roughly in a semi-circle, and made from stone and mud and straw. There is a garden, too, with trees and flowers and a pretty little stream, but that is behind the buildings and can only be glimpsed at.

It's night in Egypt, so it is pleasantly cool. During the day it'll be hot (although, not as hot as Medusa is used to sleeping through, because gold feathers and the hot, hot sun do not always get along), but now it is merely...nice.

Also, dark. Even with the stars and the cresent moon, but Medusa has a cat's eyes (almost literally, because while now her pupils are huge to let in the light, in the Bar they are nothing but slits), so she leads Sam by the hand across the main open space to the granary.

"There are footholds in the walls, if you wanted to climb up?" She says once they reach it, grinning in the dark.
mycursedface: (insert ellipse here)
Medusa, like the other two Gorgons, is very good at waiting. They are raptors, after all, and no hunting bird gets far without being patient. The Gorgon girls can spend hours aloft, scanning coastline and scrub for game, and have their nerves just fine. But this another kind of waiting, and one that Medusa hates. Wait for the next nightmare, the next bad day, and it winds her nerves tight as a noose around a dead man’s neck, and it is exactly that kind of thinking that makes Medusa stalk into the kitchen with a swirl of gold wings, black braids (and snakes) and red skirts.

"Fine!"

Stheno and Euryale look up.

"If you are going to yell at me," Medusa continues, left hand on her hip, "then shall we get on with it?"

"You're in a fine mood today," Stheno says, drily.

Medusa gives her a tight smile in reply.

"We're not going to yell at you," Euryale says calmly.

"Oh?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because Ali has pointed out that it won't do any good." Stheno's tone is long-suffering.

Medusa eyes her triplets, warily. They smile back.

"What's the catch?"

"I'm crushed that you don't trust us, Meda. Crushed."

"You'll get over it, Euryale. Trust me. What's the catch?"

"Weeeeeell," Stheno says, slowly, contemplating the bread dough in her hands, "we have to meet your boy."

"What?"

"Your boy," Euryale says patiently. "We need to meet him."

"Talk to him," Stheno put in.

"- ask him his intentions -"

"- and why he's worth your attention- "

"- and let him know that if he breaks your heart -"

"- we will eat him."

Medusa stares at them. Euryale smiles back, bright and cheerful. Stheno just hums, and so Medusa does the only thing she can.

Bury her face in her hands.
mycursedface: (bad day)
After this...

Atton had healed her, mostly. Healed the deep, deep scratches across her back, her legs, but the exhaustion and bloodloss was still there. It did not help that her tunic was ripped and bloody, either. There ss the cold; the deep, biting, bone-deep cold of snow and metal, and Medusa just wants to lie in the sun and warm up.

Maybe clean the blood off, maybe find some new clothes, but when she walks back into her father's house, all the little Gorgon wants to do is be warm.

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