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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.
Strange.
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.
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-
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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Date: 2008-06-04 11:25 am (UTC)"Desk big enough, or a sheet over the floor?" She asks, glancing at him.
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:47 am (UTC)"Iiii think the floor. Picnic!"
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:51 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2008-06-04 01:30 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-06-04 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-04 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-04 10:41 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:18 pm (UTC)Pause.
"Zeus isn't in the bar, is he?"
It's not Sam's Zeus, of course, but still.
He spoons some rice and curry onto his plate before reaching for a fork.
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:23 pm (UTC)Now the reason for all the bread is obvious; she scoops her food onto some of the bread and eats hers that way.
She swallows her mouthful, and watches him for a moment.
"Aaah. So you are a cutlery person."
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Date: 2008-06-05 12:13 am (UTC)Sam eats his own food delicately. "Afraid so. You get used to fitting in."
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Date: 2008-06-05 12:15 am (UTC)"You know, I remember...an old man in this village I was in. He said, eating with cutlery is like having sex through an interpreter."
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:04 am (UTC)"He may have a point. But it does work better with some foods than with others."
Chocolate, for instance.
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:13 am (UTC)She's a fingers-girl, really, and has the practice to make it look neat. But then she thinks for a moment, nibbling as she does so.
"Although, I'm not sure how you'd eat spaghetti with your fingers, actually."
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 02:01 am (UTC)"Same for soup, I guess?"
(mmm, Bar's curry...)
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 02:15 am (UTC)"Or tongue. You could always...try and lap it up. Like a cat."
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:59 am (UTC)...No, he would never try to make Medusa blush. Don't be silly.
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 03:19 am (UTC)That's why he's not smirking, of course.
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:21 am (UTC)Yes.
(om nom nom)
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:25 am (UTC)Sam doesn't need to say anything. That wicked look in his eyes as he eats pretty much says it all.
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 03:35 am (UTC)She smiles fondly despite the raised eyebrows, tearing off a piece of bread. She isn't plotting revenge in the slightest.
Nope.
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