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]

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."

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head; he hasn't met her.

"Me neither." His hands stroke her back.

[mycursedface]

Medusa doesn't purr with pleasure so much as hiss, a soft, continuous sound that is disconcerting if you aren't used to it.

And sadly for Sam, all further explorations of his neck by her mouth are interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by impatient chittering.

"Breakfast!" Medusa glees, rolling off her boyfriend to get the door.

Sorry, Sam. You have been ditched for rice and curry and na'an bread.

[necessary_child]

D:

Sam does not approve. Sam does not approve a great deal.

But, on the other hand, food.

"I feel so, so used," he informs her mournfully.

Stealing curry!

(Sneaky Sam are sneaky.)

[mycursedface]

Medusa doesn't appear to be listening, taking the heavily-ladened tray from the rat with a gracious smile and sliding it onto his desk.

"Desk big enough, or a sheet over the floor?" She asks, glancing at him.

[necessary_child]

Sam despairs, he really does.

"Iiii think the floor. Picnic!"

[mycursedface]

Sorry, Sam. It's food. She's a Gorgon. Theirs is a love to consume (ahem) all others.

"Groovy."

She rumages around in a draw, finds a clean sheet and spreads it over the floor. Leaving him to neaten it (it's not fair if she does all the work, of course), the Gorgon brings the tray down and starts to set out the dishes.

Gracefully - somewhere, somewhen in her madness, she picked up a sparkling set of table manners.

[necessary_child]

He had noticed, yep.

Sam flaps a hand at the sheet, straightening it. Well, more or less straightening it, anyway.

"Where'd you pick that up, anyway?"

He means the slang, not the manners.

[mycursedface]

"Cousin Eirene," she explains, smoothing out her sundress for a moment and gesturing for him to sit.

[necessary_child]

"I've not met her," Sam says, sitting down with legs curled. "Is she in the bar?"

[mycursedface]

"Oh, yes. She's lovely, too. Mortal at the moment, because she pissed off Zeus, but she's lovely."

Also, the goddess of peace.

She spoons some rice onto her plate and does the same with some curry before mixing it up with her fingers.