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Medusa is sitting in a tree, jeans and sundress and hair in braids and no glasses, today. If anyone comes out here, she'll just...close her eyes or something of the like. She's in that kind of mood, contrary and a little out of sorts and have to be outside can't stay need to-

Only, she couldn't think of anything to do, so climbing the tree and watching the lake in the semi-twilight seemed the better alternative to pacing.

Or paying attention to the dull throb of a hangover.

Date: 2008-04-03 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
"It's beautiful, really," Athena laughs, not bothering to dodge.

"No one who's seen it has said a word against it!"

Date: 2008-04-03 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
And the goddess smiles through the pain, blood running thick and fast down her arms.

"Oh, of course. If you were not, how else would you have attracted the sea god's attention?"

A cruel, cold laugh tears from her throat, and manages to tear her left arm free, immediately throwing her knuckles at Medusa's face.

Date: 2008-04-03 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
And she is still laughing. What is only slightly apparent is that the goddess is crying, sobbing, not out of physical pain, but out of sheer -- sheer --

Guilt.

And yet she still fights back, still strikes at the Gorgon, still fights for the society that she secretly hates so, so much.

Date: 2008-04-03 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
Athena gasps, trying to ignore the fresh sensation in her shoulder, ignore the blood filling her mouth.

At some point, it's hard to tell when, she stops fighting back.

She doesn't scream, she doesn't tense her muscles at all.

She just stops.

wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong -- get your due see yourself see her -- can't escape you can't escape take it as it comes -- pride pride pride is your downfall

how could you you bitch
you stand for so many things
you have so much pride
yet you can't even save someone
from being raped in your own temple
and then you punish her for it
what is your justification
what
what is it

it is the only way -- it was not -- i had no choice -- you had plenty of choice -- it's the way it's the way it's the way

there are other ways other ways to do things ways to prove yourself assert your gender assert yourself break the system break the hierarchy make things truly right do you believe what you did was right DO YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU DID WAS RIGHT

cursed for no real reason

cursed because she herself could not stand up to the wrong because she was too weak

do you believe it was right?


And she rasps out a soft, inaudible, "No."

Date: 2008-04-03 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
Athena's body is as limp as a rag doll's, dress soaked deep red. It's no longer a fight.

"No, no I don't," she whispers, arms at an odd angle on the ground, not completely seeing.

In one swift movement, she unpins herself and gets up, stance unsteady. Her face is twisted into a grimace.

"I hated it," she says, words oddly detached. "I still hate it. I hate myself for it. Everyone says I'm so fucking smart for following the rules, but they're wrong --"

She quickly wipes her face with her arm, managing only to smear blood over her face.

The fact that the majority of her regrets having just said that makes her sick to her stomach, and she doubles over, coughing out blood. Straightening up, she's cursing softly in Greek.

Date: 2008-04-03 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
And grey eyes stare out of a mask of red. Athena's expression is the sort that could almost be called scornful, but in reality is more the face that people make when they're only inches away from breaking down.

Her breathing is ragged, and despite her wounds she still stands straight, so determined to keep her proud demeanor.

And, oh, it hurts. That stare, that stare.

It hurts.

Everywhere, it hurts. Inside, outside, everywhere.

It hurts.

Date: 2008-04-03 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
"Oh, it's not a matter of 'would know'," Athena replies, still staring back.

"If you want the truth?




"I always did."

Date: 2008-04-03 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com







"I'm sorry."










She feels foolish saying it. It isn't as if those two words are going to make anything better, but --


It's a start.

Date: 2008-04-03 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
She's trying so hard not to cry.

Her entire body is trembling, from physical fatigue, and from the sudden sensation of having part of a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

Date: 2008-04-03 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-of-athens.livejournal.com
For one second, there is a guilty, guilty smile, and then Athena turns, off towards the lake, leaving a trail of red in the grass behind her.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry


I'm sorry

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