outside Athens, 480 BC

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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)

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"Okay."

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"C'mere," he says, extending an arm out to her.

[mycursedface]

She's a dirty thing now; covered in dirt and soot and blood, curls to mattered dreadlocks, wings more than a little bedraggled. Still. She crawls over and curls up next to him, head on his shoulder.

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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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It'll be okay
It'll be alright in the end

I promise

Different voices in her head, low and male and she trusts them. Trust them, trusts them, trusts them so the Gorgon nods and doesn't move away until the trees have stopped pulling faces.