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The Acropolis is burning.
(burn, burn, burn it down)


It is night now, and the glow is turning the clouds above red. A nice red, really, glowing hot even from here, and fading into a dull red. The screams had stopped hours ago (all gone now) and now there is nothing but silence.

(burn, burn, burn the scene of the crime)


At least, from where Medusa is. She is sitting on a rock on a hill a little distance away, hugging her knees to her chest. She's been watching for hours, but the smile on her face is still as bright and guileless as the flames.

(burn, burn, burn away the memories)

Date: 2008-03-17 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky, followed by a quick clap of thunder, and then Ouranos is standing at Medusa's side.

He doesn't say anything as he watches the flames, though he's sure his expression says it all.

(He looks very upset.)

Date: 2008-03-17 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He doesn't look back at her.

The Persians have set up their camp and he can see it all -- all the triumphant looks on every face, all the bloodied hands --

"Cleansing," he repeats, voice low and deep. "That's what you call this?"

Date: 2008-03-17 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"Medusa."

His voice is sharp and warning and he finally turns to look at her with dark, stormy eyes of his own.

There's another rumble of thunder in the distance.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He isn't going to tell her that this is wrong and he isn't going to tell her to stop and back down because he understands how she feels and if he had the chance to get even with his son --

Kronos, Kronos, if I ever see you again --

The thought makes him clench his own fists for a second.



Rather than reprimand her, he places an arm around her shoulders.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"And what of the dead?" he asks gently, squeezing her shoulder.

He can smell the blood and ash on her.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He frowns.

"If you could..."

He trails off, looking back out toward the Acropolis.

"What will they do now?"

Date: 2008-03-17 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
His hand drops to his side as she moves.

"And what will you do?"

Date: 2008-03-17 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"You will follow the paths of the soldiers, I take it?" he asks, following her movements without blinking.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"Ah. This, then," he says, motioning towards the fire, "is all you wanted?"

Date: 2008-03-17 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"You're telling me it was a mere coincidence that you found your way here, of all places?"

He's eyeing her skeptically, now, eyes grey and narrow.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"I'm not sure I believe you," he says honestly, stepping toward her.

After a moment of silence, he offers her a hand.

"Walk with me?"

Date: 2008-03-17 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
And slowly, carefully, he begins to lead her away from the rock, away from the burning below.

He doesn't let her stop until the red clouds are far out of sight.

Date: 2008-03-17 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
When they finally come to a stop, they're in the middle of a field, far away from Athens and the Acropolis and the burning building and the soldiers.

"Sit, Medusa."

Date: 2008-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"Of course," he says, and slowly does so, careful to not touch the ground with his hands.

Date: 2008-03-17 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
And he's watching her, too, with arms folded across his chest.

Date: 2008-03-17 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"We're always touching," he says, eyes drifting toward horizon. At this time of night, there's no line between them -- just dark Earth blurring into dark Sky.

Date: 2008-03-17 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"I can say the same of you," he says, smiling crookedly.

Date: 2008-03-18 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He laughs quietly, then, looking a little more somber --

"She won't be happy, you know," he says, indicating the ground below. "They're scorching her soil."

Date: 2008-03-19 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He glances back, over his glasses.

"Hm?"

Date: 2008-03-20 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He stiffens for a moment.

I will singe and blacken all that grows from you --

Something dark passes over his features, but it only lasts for a second.

-- and you will regret the day you bore me.

"Natural, not manmade."

Date: 2008-03-20 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
"C'mere," he says, extending an arm out to her.

Date: 2008-03-20 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
He rubs her arm with a rough hand and holds her close, muttering "it'll be okay, Meda."

For both of us.

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