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[mycursedface]

Medusa has never liked Milliways winters. Cold, snow, ice, cold. With living snakes combining with her mind, she feels herself growing slower, duller; with metal feathers growing out of her skin, it's only her preternatural healing that stops her from getting frostbite every time she goes outside.

It is morning, high mid-morning, with the sun streaming through the window. The very, very shut window - even Medusa's objections to lack of fresh air falter in the face of cold. The Gorgon herself is perched on a chair in front of the glass, staring out across the white landscape as her snakes absorb as much sunlight as possible.

(she is not alone, either; sprawled out in her lap and overcome with the bliss of constant petting is one Master Shreddie. Sun and scritches, nothing better in the whole multiverse)

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[necessary_child]

He sticks his tongue out at her.

Mmm, chocolate.

(It's possible he even winds up with some on his nose.)

[mycursedface]

She is the most innocent of all (three) Gorgons, and serenely attacks said chocolate pudding.

[necessary_child]

...Though really, that's not saying much.

Sam will fight her for it! Will fight her with ... a spoon.

Oh yes, it's on now.

[mycursedface]

Oh, it is.

Never fight a Gorgon for her food, Sam, it never ends well, for they are small and light-boned and know how to fight dirty.

[necessary_child]

Food appears to be going everywhere.

Since a lot of it is going onto Meda, though, Sam's not complaining. Hey, he can lick it off her later.

...

Actually, cancel that. He can lick it off her now, and hopefully win the fight at the same time.

:D?

[mycursedface]

"You're cheating."

[necessary_child]

"Mmf," Sam says eloquently, but he contrives to look wounded as he does so.

Cheating? Him?

[mycursedface]

It's not working.

Not that Medusa appears to mind.

[necessary_child]

It's not working yet.

She has chocolate under her ear that needs attending to, for starters.

[mycursedface]

That's just distracting, not innocent-appearing. Very, very much not with the innocent-appearing, if the way Meda's breath wavers is any indication.

[necessary_child]

Oh. Well, innocence was not the major aim, so that's okay.

There may be some added nuzzling going on. Well, while he's there...

[mycursedface]

"Mmm, Luce-ifer," Medusa breathes out, eyes closing. This is nice. "You seem in a good...a good mood."

[necessary_child]

He strokes one hand gently over her shoulder and down her arm, lips still against her skin as he laughs.

"You're here, aren't you?"

[mycursedface]

"That might not be considered a proper answer," she points out, twisting around to kiss him on the mouth.

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses her back, slow and sweet.

"Only by people who haven't been paying attention," he says softly, when they break.

[mycursedface]

"You didn't say 'yes'," she points out, raising her eyebrows.

[necessary_child]

Sam makes a questioning noise.

[mycursedface]

Then Medusa's eyes widen.

"Shreddie! Bad kitten, that's my tea!"

[necessary_child]

Sam, startled, promptly turns, removes the kitten from the mug, and laughs even as he lightly taps the kitten's nose.

"Damn, he's going to be hyper now, isn't he?"

[mycursedface]

Long-suffering, "Yes."

[necessary_child]

"Bollocks." Sam peers at the kitten sternly, and gets a pleading look in return.

It isn't long before Sam's expression softens. To the kitten, suspiciously: "Have you been taking lessons from Cal in how to stop me being angry?"

MEW.

[mycursedface]

Medusa cocks her head. "Cal has magic, Lucifer-angry-no-more powers?"

[necessary_child]

His face stills a little and he puts the Shreddie down on the floor, well away from the remains of their food.

"More of a talent. But yes." He draws a warding circle around the tray to keep the kitten out.

"You've met him once or twice, haven't you?"

[mycursedface]

Sam will find himself the recipient of Medusa's full attention, and all of her intense gaze.

"A bit more than that. He understands the talking in songs."

[necessary_child]

Sam smiles a little. "Oh, he found someone like that? Good."

He looks up, then, meeting her gaze. "You know I love you, Beautiful, right?"