“Amazed isn’t the word I’d use. And no, I can’t say I have been.” She finally looked up at the other woman. “Who are you then, who would recognize Crete’s lost daughter anyway?”
With a swift movement, Medusa slipped her hand under the side of her wig and allowed two small snakes to slither out, their beady eyes glowing red. “Look familiar, Sweets?"
He preens as she calls him ugly, apparently basking in the comments. Gives the slightest of curtseys. He isn’t remotely offended. From where his true eyes watch behind the shadows, she is the mere hint of a human shape in blended beige and now with a hint of red where eyes might lie. The abyss is a poor lens for beauty, but he is afraid of what viewing her through the vessel’s eyes would do to either form. Better to use his ‘mirror’ made of shadow.
“‘Need’ might make me sound a little abrupt,” he says with a broad grin. “I just wanted to pay my respects- I am glad to hear the rumours of your demise were greatly exaggerated. This might sound a little embarrassing, but- I always wanted to meet you.” He grins again bashfully, that small spread of teeth, and just the faintest red glow tinges his cheeks.
She laughed, though there was no mirth that touched her eyes. “Hardly, dear. Perseus still chopped my head off. Funny how things end up working out in Hades’s realm.” When she glanced up at him again and noticed the blush in his cheeks, the sincerity within his words, she softened. He was simply adorable. No longer did she see the intimidation of the eye-less man, but a shadow with boyish admiration and gods there was no way he was faking that cute little blush.
“The pleasure is mine, Shadow. Come, take a seat. Tell me your name.” Em grinned and twirled the side of her wig, tugging it down slightly to reveal the scaly forms just beneath it.
Name: Em Age: Doesn't matter. Height: 5'7" Location: Where you're at, baby. Interests: You. Your beard. Your ass. Kissing you. Oh and world domination. I hear that's fun. Why do you want to be my valentine: Because anyone else is unworthy and they don't compete with this-
❝Drem Yol Lok, dear one. I had the mind I would see you here —-❞
{ hand extended, shoulders lowered in a bow towards
the female, queer smirk alighting the lips of his joor form, whilst
brows rose most mischievously indeed. }
❝—- I can assure you domination is great amusement, though surely would be far better with your company - and kisses, you call them, I daresay… I like those.❞
⟫»—> He was right. He was always right. Slender fingers craddled the useless joor hands that had replaced his wings, brain firing to send twitches to the boney appendage. Mixture of sepia and carmine eyes glanced down at the pocket. “Scare the humans?”
Eyes darted back towards her, eyes slitting in curiosity, “Bek. Lead the way.”
With a gentle but firm grip, Em tugged his hand out of his pocket and laced their fingers together. She smirked coyly and led him down two blocks to her apartment. If Mushu here was telling the truth about the whole fire-beastie thing, then maybe he would not be so appalled by her unique…beauty. Then maybe she would spare him–at least for the time being.
⟫»–> ❝An inquiry, dear one… why wear a strange headdress if they distort vision? I do not understand the purpose.❞
"Does there have to be a purpose? The reason’s to look sexy, obviously. You flaunt those shades, babe.“ Of course, the real reason she would save for another day.
“In the f l e s h.” The humor of his own words caused a once lost emotion to roll up from the pits of his being, searching for a way out to be heard once again; no longer stifled by the deity’s refusal to find enjoyment in any situation. It was quiet though; almost a whisper, possibly mistaken for the god satisfying a tickle in the back of his throat. The irritation dying out as the muffled laughter vanished back to whence it came. “Has it been so long Em that you forget my handsome face?” Tired of the distance between them the deity was drawn in closer to the enticing woman, what man could deny such a beauty?
N o n e
He hoped. He wished to see them all suffer at her hands; her delicate and capable hands. Reaching out he genteelly held them between his own, “How have you been? Causing a bit of trouble I hope?”
Em’s lips curled into a tight smile as she surveyed her old friend. “Well, I’m used to seeing you in a bigger getup, darling."
Hades. Ever the discreet charmer. He was nothing like his piggish brother Poseidon. With the sea god, everything was colossal like the oceans, and just like their inky, treacherous depths was his soul. Medusa had made peace with Athena years ago, but the big old whale was not justified for redemption. He never even visited after she was left on the cold marble floor of his throne room. It was then Athena had found her and of course, the rest was history. Though, without Hades’ her soul would still be wandering about the Underworld.
"I can’t say I have been anything short of delightful,” she said, moving her hands to grasp each of his as her body closed whatever distance was left between them. “These last forty years have been better than the few centuries I lived before Perseus decided to chop off my head.” She jerked her head from one side to the other, eliciting a quiet hiss from her wig. “I’ve been doing what I do best. After all, how’s a gal like me gonna make money anyway? My official job title is ‘contemporary sculptor’ in case you were wondering."
♠ – 2 years RP experience ♠ – multi-verse, multi-fandom, crossover friendly ♠ – open to plotted or spontaneous interactions ♠ – can write anywhere from shorts to novellas ♠ – uses both gifs and icons ♠ – seeking partners
