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Feb 05, 2008 15:22

After this, Medusa feels in rather dire need of a drink. A stiff one, too. Not Atlantean, but ( Read more... )

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street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:01:44 UTC

Gavroche, on the other hand, looks to be in need of several square meals and possibly something with lots of sugar, to judge by the circles under his eyes.

He's up and walking, though, and the cuts on his palms - one on each hand - have scabbed over.

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:05:39 UTC

He still smells of blood, and the snakes follow him. Small. Weak. Bloodied.

rip tear feel better -

"Shut it," Medusa hisses at them.

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:09:11 UTC

The blood might not all be his - the ends of his sleeves are soaked in it, where he didn't think to push them back before the healing.

He looks round quickly at the sound of the snakes' "words" and then hers, as a milkshake appears in front of him.

"What?"

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:10:32 UTC

"You don't understand snake, do you?"

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:13:09 UTC

"...I can talk to anything that's alive", he says warily. "But you told them to stop."

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:14:53 UTC

And in here, ladies and gentlment, in the 101 Things You'd Never Think To See, we reach the Gorgon Headdesking entry.

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:16:44 UTC

"...it's okay", he ventures. "You don't want them to, and they can't do anything without you, can they? Doesn't matter what they said."

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:19:17 UTC

"It matters. I'm a Gorgon, I'm a monster. I eat people. I get in a bad mood and I get scared at my mind, and I kill people and it makes me feel better.

They are my thoughts, as much as any other. But here...no. No, it doesn't matter. I'm just tired and scared and smell of blood. I'm sorry, child."

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:24:28 UTC

"I'm Gavroche", he offers, looking her over. "The blood on you... it's different. Smells different, like his." This with a nod to the infirmary.

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:26:26 UTC

"Merlin," and her clear voice is very, very soft.

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:27:29 UTC

"You helped him too?" he guesses.

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:29:16 UTC

She, with her dress stained with his blood as she had helped him into the infirmary, nods. She holds up the palm of her right hand, slashed with her claws.

"I tried."

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:30:57 UTC

Gavroche nods back and echoes, "I tried. Didn't work all the way, it was too much..."

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:33:26 UTC

"His body fought it."

street_sparrow February 5 2008, 11:36:36 UTC

Gavroche tilts his head.

"Maybe that's why it was harder than normal. And there was so much..."

He wishes he could have grown back Merlin's wings.

mycursedface February 5 2008, 11:39:51 UTC

"Do you know what happened?"

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