It takes a while for the Gorgon to cry herself out, but not as long as you might expect.
Medusa pushes herself up, wiping tears away with ash-covered hands until her face is streaked with it. Wipe her nose with the back of her hand, push her braids out of the way and she's a mess.
Still beautiful, though. Beauty does not fade, in their world. It is there and fact and you are either blessed with it or cursed, depending on your point of view.
Medusa would say cursed, right about now.
She hiccups with the aftermath of her grief and doesn't even flinch as it starts to rain. She waits for the latest roll of thunder to fade and then just shakes her head.
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Date: 2008-03-05 09:31 am (UTC)Medusa pushes herself up, wiping tears away with ash-covered hands until her face is streaked with it. Wipe her nose with the back of her hand, push her braids out of the way and she's a mess.
Still beautiful, though. Beauty does not fade, in their world. It is there and fact and you are either blessed with it or cursed, depending on your point of view.
Medusa would say cursed, right about now.
She hiccups with the aftermath of her grief and doesn't even flinch as it starts to rain. She waits for the latest roll of thunder to fade and then just shakes her head.
"Thank you, cousin mine."