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[mycursedface]

Rain, rain, rain.
Rain, rain, rain.

Rain, rain, rain.

It's been such a long time with nothing but rain that she cannot remember anything but rain. Not really, anyway, so it is little surprise when Medusa walks in that her clothes (a sari, blue and plain and in not as bad a condition as you might expect) are soaked, dripping, clinging to her

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche approaches, carefully and worried.

"...hey."

[mycursedface]

She doesn't seem to have noticed him.

At least, she doesn't reply.

[street_sparrow]

"Remember me?" he tries.

[mycursedface]

"No."

[street_sparrow]

He's not particularly fazed. This is Milliways, after all.

"I'm Gavroche. I talked to your snakes once."

[mycursedface]

"Everyone can listen."

[street_sparrow]

"But not everyone can understand."

[mycursedface]

"Good."

[street_sparrow]

"...yeah, I s'pose you wouldn't want just anyone to."

[mycursedface]

"No one. It would be nice. Listen, listen, lisssssten."

[street_sparrow]

He takes a cautious step closer, looking up at her.

"I won't anymore."

[mycursedface]

"Very polite."

He steps closer, she shuts her eyes.

[street_sparrow]

He stays where he is, seeing that and remembering.

"I might hear. But I won't talk back to them."

[mycursedface]

"Still listen. You fixed his wings."

[street_sparrow]

"...Merlin's?" He nods. "He needed help."

[mycursedface]

"I remember."