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There was a wedding, and a certain couple entirely forgot about a present. And she had sighed and said she'd make a rug, and he had gone thank you, thank you very much. And so it was that Medusa has been making a rug for the past few months in her time - occasionally drifting in and out, but mostly concentrating on colours and weaves and symbols and magic.

But lo! Said rug is finished, and is now currently being thumped down on Sam's desk.

Gently, of course.

It wouldn't do to unduely startle the Devil, just because it's hours after dawn.

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"Rug," Medusa corrects. "Rugs are useful."

Sam chuckles. "Doesn't have to be useful to be awesome. That's what art is."

He kisses her neck. "Go on then, show me what you made."

"They are having a baby. Useful is needed."

Still, she twists away to grab the rug (rug thank you) and unrolls it. It's large, large enough for a bed or a floor, with stripes of colour - reds, blues, greens, yellows, and colourful symbols in geometric patterns.

Symbols of protection, good fortune, and even an allusion to Frogspawn's nickname. As the symbol for 'frog' also means fertility and good luck, it fits.

Oooooh.

"It's gorgeous, Meda." He kisses her neck again. "Not as gorgeous as you, obviously. But. Thank you."

A quick smile.

"Thank you. And it was...nice. Making something for somone else."

Sam strokes her hair, strokes her snakes.

"How long did it take, in the end?"

And her snakes rub themselves against his hand, hissing softly in contentment.

"Just a couple of months."

"Just?" Sam keeps stroking. "Not that it doesn't look like it. It really is lovely."

"You can't make them in a couple of days, Luce."

If she were anymore cat, the Gorgon would be purring.

"Bet you could, with magic."

Or just technology. But Sam distrusts technology. Craaaazy stuff, not like magic.

"That would be cheating."

Laughing, "So?"

"Cheating is bad."

Innocently, "Why?"

"You can't cheat when you make things. It's...It's false. It wouldn't have a soul."

"Why would it be cheating for me to use magic, though? It's as much a part of me as your wings are of you."

She opens her mouth and then stops.

"I...suppose it wouldn't," she says, slowly. "For you."

Sam laughs, and kisses her cheek.

"Cheers, Beautiful."

She has an armful of rug, but she turns her head to kiss him properly.

"Doing things with your hands doesn't hurt, though."

He chuckles. "So I've been told."

"You could try it, sometime."

Sam is so misunderstood. D:

He runs his hands down her sides. "Thought I already had."

"Not what I meant."

"I know. I said it anyway."

:D?

She sticks out her tongue.