I dream of wayward gulls and rare moments of winter sun

[mycursedface]

Medusa and sleep are two things that often do not get along. Even if her dreams are free of nightmares now (and isn't she glad of that - even when she didn't wake up screaming, she'd be whimpering and moaning and causing a scene) it's still...
I walked beside the evening sea
Strange.
And dreamed a dream that could not be;
She mostly sleeps during the day, when it's safe. She sleeps with her arms curled around Sam's pillow when she can't get Sam himself, face buried and snakes lying this way and that. Tangled up in the sheets, wings out, and for such a small person, Medusa takes up a lot of room.

The waves that plunged along the shore
And she dreams. She dreams of the ocean that is her home, of the cliffs and clouds. She dreams of the waves giggling with the voices of her sisters and she dreams of her triplets in the new and empty world in which they'd been born. She dreams of babbling in their own language and trying to pull Stheno's hair as Euryale aims for her feet and-

Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!"
And when she wakes up, blearily shoving the pillow onto the ground, she can't remember anything. Dreams are like that, sometimes.

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[mycursedface]

"Indian. With na'an bread," Medusa informs him serenely, drifting off to the bathroom.

It may be entirely coincidence that the waitrat only appears once she's in the bathroom washing her face.

Might be.

[necessary_child]

"Yes'm." Salute!

Coincidence it might be, but the ratty gets a glare anyway.

"Get some of Bar's best Indian food, please. With na'an bread, and... Hmm. I'll have a beer, and..."

Head turned towards the bathroom.

"What do you want to drink, Meda?"

[mycursedface]

"Water's fine!"

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs.

"And water, please."

The ratty squeaks meekly and hurries away. Sam shuts the door, heading back to the bed and stretching out.

[mycursedface]

After she finishes in the bathroom, Medusa pads out and sits on the edge of the bed by his feet, wings hanging over the edge.

"Someone looks comfortable," she says, resting a hand on his ankle.

[necessary_child]

He looks over at her and grins lazily.

"'s a bed. Beds are good."

[mycursedface]

"Mmm, they are." Her voice is a purr of agreement as she leans forward and stretches out...well, more on him than next.

He may get kissed.

Just may.

[necessary_child]

Oh, no. Whatever can Sam do?

Kiss her back, obviously. With interest.

[mycursedface]

Well, that is unusual, obviously. And completely not what she was aiming for.

"I may," kiss, "never get out of bed," kiss, "today," she says. Clearly, it is all his fault.

[necessary_child]

"Oh no," Sam says mournfully, and kisses her again.

His sorrow, let him show her it.

[mycursedface]

Medusa wriggles, moving so that she can brace her hands next to his shoulders (and is incidently stradling him as well), and pushes herself up to look down at him.

"That," she informs Sam, "would be terribly lazy, you know."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins up at her, and squirms experimentally.

"I know. Wouldn't it be fantastic?"

[mycursedface]

"No, it would be very...very bad."

Him moving like that is terribly distracting.

[necessary_child]

Hmm. Sam wriggles again, a little more purposefully this time.

Chirpily, "But that's what would be so good about it!"

[mycursedface]

Medusa blushes.

"I thought...I thought lazy meant not doing anyon-thing. Anything."

[necessary_child]

Sam doesn't say anything about the Freudian slip. He just looks it.

"We can do stuff." Innocently. "Just without leaving the bed."

[mycursedface]

That blush? Isn't going away anytime soon.

"You're terrible," she says, leaning down to kiss him again.

Quite, quite thoroughly.

"'Love you."

[necessary_child]

Oh noes, blushing!Meda! Sam is naturally distraught about this.

"I'm appalling," Sam says agreeably, before she kisses him.

It's a while before they break apart, but eventually-

"Love you, too."

[mycursedface]

Medusa? Just smiles.

Okay, beams.

A little foolishly, "You do?"

[necessary_child]

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, Beautiful."

Pause.

Warningly, "I'll blame you if Atton starts up with the 'best man' thing again, though."

[mycursedface]

Her hands are otherwise occupied, so she just lets her head fall onto his shoulder.

"Why?" It's a muffled wail.

[necessary_child]

"Because!" Cheerily.

"But mostly because Atton will be a pain in the arse about it."

[mycursedface]

"But I don't want to get married."

Pause.

"Even if I already am. I need to do something about that, don't I?"

[necessary_child]

"You probably do. Who did you marry, again?"

He laughs. "I don't want to get married, either. But Atton wants a party so he can look pretty and feel important. And get drunk."

Pause.

"Remind me what the problem there was again?"

[mycursedface]

"Lilly. I think. Dead blonde the same height as me. And."

She thinks for a moment, nuzzling his neck as she does so.

"I can't remember."