Medusa drifted off to sleep as she lay in their bed warm and cozy as she looked over at Thalia, snoring with that adorable little murmur, she couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the true face of beauty itself. And as noon came (for waking up early was now a slightly foreign concept), Medusa rose her from her slumber, feeling the sun's rays hit against her face.
"Good morning Princess" Medusa smiled as she turned over to face Thalia's side of the bed, trying to hide a little giggle as she opened her eyes, embarrassed as she cleaned up some of the drool coming from her mouth, even Zeus himself lacked the agility to understand how pure and adorable she was
"Well good morning..." she said, before yawning "To you too Dusa...!" she said in her usual tired a little grouchy voice, Medusa couldn't blame her, after all, they didn't sleep till sunrise didn't they? "Wanna like... Stay in bed the whole day?" asked the Princess, a hopeful glimmer in her voice as she did her best to keep her eyes from closing, she was to put it simply, fairly exhausted.
And she wasn't quite sure how she got on the bed "Didn't I like... Sleep on the floor?" she asked herself, a little on how she actually got up here... A little puzzled to say the least, well to be fair, she couldn't possibly be blamed,.
After all, sleeping on the floor and waking up in the bed isn't exactly a very common situation. Anyhow, she certainly wasn't complaining. Despite the floor being fairly comfortable, the dark oak and mahogany wood wasn't exactly the softest surface to sleep upon.
If anything, Thalia much preferred to sleep on the warm, comfy bed right next to Medusa, she brought her both some comfort and warmth... And well, it was nice having her around.
Plus, well she was fairly muscly. And the Princess couldn't exactly lie that she didn't mind caressing her muscles at night.
"Well as much as I'd love to sleep in, we have to work on our music don't we?" asked Medusa, a smile on her face as she got up and sat on the edge of the bed, ready to get up
"Fiiiiiiiiiineeeeee..." Thalia sighed, trying her best to act a little exasperated to get a laugh out of Medusa, which well, worked. "I'll go make us some tagenites Princess, you just sit tight!" Medusa smiled and went off to the kitchen, coming back fairly quickly with their breakfast? Well at a certain point it stopped becoming less of breakfast and more of an early lunch, which was fairly alright with Thalia considering that she wouldn't really mind eating Targenites for... Well, most of her meals at least
However, there was certainly something else she wouldn't mind eating. Or, well, eating out of at least.
She was just a little oblivious to the fact, which would prove to be a little exasperating for certain things or even people in this small little island
Of course, they did go outside for their daily tradition of breakfast outside in the beach, the day was fairly beautiful, to say the least as they heard the bird's cries and the crashing of the beach water onto the shore, not a single cloud was in sight, yet it wasn't unbearably hot as it was a few weeks ago. The cool sea breeze passed through them with nothing more than a feather's touch
Time and time again, Medusa would look at Thalia, who had closed her eyes as she felt the warm sunlight around her, she was beautiful, yet there was almost something so majestic about her as she sat there in the sunlight.
"Let's go write our music shall we?" Medusa asked as they finished up, grabbing Thalia's empty plate and her own as they both headed back towards the shack. "Well like where do you wanna write it??? Like we have the Forest and the beach and like the lake and like we have the shack and like there's a waterfall which is also super pretty, EVERYTHING IS SO PRETTY, like there's so many places to write music!!?" Thalia ranted, trying to think of the best place they could write their music.
"Well, yes, the island is quite pretty" admitted Medusa as she grabbed her guitar "Well where do you wanna go, Princess?" Medusa asked, wanting to take into consideration for Thalia's feelings
The Princess herself was never thought of much, for she was always the one asking, the one giving kindness, and well, never receiving much of it. She was fine with that, it wasn't something that hurt her much yet, Medusa asked her things, she made sure she was okay, and she was possibly one of the only people that had ever truly been kind to her.
"Well... Can we like stay in here? We had such a fun time yesterday!" she giggled, trying to get Medusa to accept her choice of location "You really like this place huh?" Medusa smiled looking at her "But don't worry Princess, we can stay here." she said, trying to soothe Thalia as she got out her papyrus scroll and got out her Kalamos, essentially her pen which Thalia had given to her a few days after she had arrived from her little journey
"BUT! We actually have to make some music!" she told Thalia, doing her best to act stern to Thalia but miserably failing as she saw her little laugh. "Yes yes, of course, we will Dusa!" the Princess teasingly replied as both girls say down and got to work.
Well, that would be a lie. And Dear Reader, as an impartial narrator of this story who is simply not biased at all and totally doesn't want these two to just fuck already, I simply cannot do that.
Truth was, they spent most of their time talking and laughing, Thalia telling corny jokes, and Medusa without fail, laughing at them all, and as Medusa told her of the times of certain adventures of her in her younger years.
Well, slightly dark adventures either way. But Thalia didn't seem to care, if anything, the stories gripped her by the shirt and refused to let go, the Princess herself was quite fascinated by the gruesome tales of death, sex, life, and misery, impressed and both amazed as Medusa told so vividly such gruesome tales because, despite all her royalty, there was nothing more than the trashiest story of the darkest twists that the Princess enjoyed.
Well that, tagenites, and Medusa herself. But to be fair, if every woman in Greece had all three, they certainly wouldn't complain.
After all, Medusa had almost become what one could consider a Saint in the cults of Hecate and Witchcraft. Famed as a Killer of Men and a Queen of the Forest, women worshiped her as they called down for help from their abusive and disgusting husbands, and to take down the patriarchy. And her fame spread even more as their desires came true.
Yet her worshipers (strangers to her) both worshiped and were terrified by her. Despite praying and bowing down to her, they wouldn't dare seek her out, for she was still framed as a Monster. A Monster that was worshiped but a monster nonetheless, Thalia was the only one who truly "saw" who Medusa was,
And she was majestic.
And as hours passed, tales were told, and music was sung... Well, a few lines were actually written! Medusa knew that Thalia distracted her, yet she felt oddly comforted by that. Almost as if she had someone keeping an eye out for her making sure she didn't fall back into her vice.
And as the shadows consumed the light on the cruel word, saved by only but a few people, night fell and the monsters of this world began to come out. Well, the monsters and Medusa. Who... Well, she considered herself a little better than the monsters who would come out and feast on the souls of the innocent,
Luckily, no such beings existed on this island. Except for maybe the bats, which tended to stay clear from the beach.
Guitar in hand and an eye of passion insight, Medusa sat herself down on the sand, the faint glimmering moonlight shining on her as she looked down on the ocean, reflecting right back at her.
And as she plucked the first string, her muse Thalia, came to her mind and stayed there for quite some time
"Emerald eyes, touch of green
For what more is precious than love?
I rose from ashes, saved only by you
I can lay down next to you, as my heart grows fonder
And as the shadows come, you bring me closer
Little rants of nothing more than life, coming down from your sweet voice.
If only she knew,
that she means everything to me"
And as the final string rang off into far off, a single tear rolled down Medusa's, her lyrics of love were foreign to her, and she wasn't quite sure why her mind only drifted off to Thalia...
After all, they were only friends, weren't they? Quite strange to tell tales of love and sing about passion when only friends come to mind.
The night was gorgeous, the moon full and right in front of her as sat down her guitar and just looked, looked, and maybe waited for a little. But for what?
You see Dear Reader, there are some questions better left unanswered for they completely remove the true essence of a story. This is a tale of learning to love again, but perhaps love is a truly sham, no? Another mystery of life it appears to be, but perhaps love can be pure again. Even tainted with the pasts of their lovers, romance can truly be a simple, darling thing.
Love cleanses away all past sins for better, or for worse.
She wiped the tear running down her face as she got up, brushing some sand off her as she went back home.
Their home.
She was tired and she wanted to lie down next to the Princess, keep her safe from all the horrors of the world and warm her up.
"Goodnight Princess..." she whispered into her ear and drifted off to sleep, anxious for Thalia's birthday tomorrow as she pulled herself closer to the Princess, willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe, warm, and okay.
But perhaps it wasn't all about the Princess, for all those who can love can feel, and perhaps Medusa could feel love. Perhaps at the end of it all, she could indeed feel. And, maybe as she drifted off to sleep, glancing over at Thalia, perhaps Medusa felt something over than the will to protect the Princess
But that Dear Reader, is a tale to tell in another chapter.
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