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Feb. 12th, 2010 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mycursedfaceMedusa 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)
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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Date: 2010-04-05 03:16 am (UTC)"I don't - I'm still just as much in love with you, Meda. But it - didn't seem fair to - I don't know what's going on with Cal. But it didn't seem fair not to tell you about it or to pretend that I don't feel anything for him. I don't know what you feel about that."
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Date: 2010-04-05 03:50 am (UTC)"I...I like Cal. And I don't care what you do, as long as I don't get, um, forgotten or anything like that. What I don't like is...how upset Cal can make you. Does make you."
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Date: 2010-04-06 12:17 am (UTC)He laughs, then, wryly. "Pissed-off is closer to it. Don't worry about him - he just gets frequent outbreaks of Being An Idiot. Mortals do that a lot, but he'll settle down."
Maybe.
Sam hopes.
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Date: 2010-04-07 05:21 am (UTC)"I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about you. And he's rather old to be settling down."
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Date: 2010-04-07 08:26 am (UTC)He strokes his hand down her arm, slowly.
"Though he isn't old, really. He thinks he is."
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Date: 2010-04-07 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-07 09:12 am (UTC)"He's very young, in some ways. In a lot of ways. It's why the arguments - that, and I'm a stubborn bastard and I put my foot in it more often than I'd like."
And sometimes he consciously decides to.
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Date: 2010-04-07 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-07 10:04 am (UTC)Cal, he sometimes feels, has turned incomprehensibility into an art form.
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Date: 2010-04-08 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-08 01:03 am (UTC)"I really do love you, you know."
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Date: 2010-04-08 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-10 02:16 am (UTC)"...You could come and join in with Cal and me sometime, if you wanted. It'd be fun."
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Date: 2010-04-10 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 12:22 am (UTC)"Whatever you're comfortable with, really."
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Date: 2010-05-26 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 12:29 am (UTC)"If you want!"
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Date: 2010-05-26 12:35 am (UTC)"I'd like Scrabble."
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Date: 2010-05-26 12:51 am (UTC)"I really do love you."
Especially when she's silly.
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:08 am (UTC)"Good. I love you, too."
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