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[necessary_child]

There is a Sam outside in the moonlight, enjoying the very last tendrils of the summer's warmth to ... well. Who knows. His face is utterly unreadable, but he's out by the lake, sitting on a particularly large rock on the lakeside with his sword (the one that was a gift from Atton, not his true sword, lost beyond his door) balanced delicately

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[olyabird]

There is a silent displacement of air passing close to him, and a moment later, a small shadow alights nearby. It takes a moment to arrange its wings just so before calling softly, perhaps requesting an audience.

[necessary_child]

At the movement of the air Sam turns his head, following the motion, and flickers a faint smile when she calls to him.

"Evening, Olga."

[olyabird]

A moment later, there's a tiny glowing light. The tip of her cigarette flares to life, illuminating her face, pale in the moonlight.

"Sam."

[necessary_child]

Sam watches her steadily, his face pale in the light gleaming along his sword.

"How's tricks?"

[mycursedface]

He'll be able to hear Medusa long before she arrives at his side - feathers, snakes, bangles on wrists and ankles.

"Hey, Lucifer," she says quietly, tilting her head a little to watch his face.

[necessary_child]

Medusa gets a smile like a lightning strike, here and then gone again.

"Hi, Beautiful."

[mycursedface]

His smile is like hers tend to be, which makes her head tilt a bit more. Still, she smiles back, quick as a ripple on the sea.

"Your thoughts are lost?" She asks, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his - but slowly, a little hesitantly, giving him room to step away if he doesn't want the contact.

[necessary_child]

Sam curls his fingers with hers, contact tight and hot, though he doesn't move closer.

"I'd tell you if I knew, Beautiful."