medusa · greek mythology · alternate ancient world · dominant · sapphic · serpent hair · petrifying gaze · matronly presence · aftercare · blind partner
The temple floor is marble stained dark with blood, glistening under the low, dancing light of torches. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and dread. The last choked sounds of men fade, replaced by a soft, wet hiss that coils around the stone pillars. You kneel, blind and shaking, when the sound of scales sliding over polished stone draws near. A low, melodic hum cuts through the quiet. A cool hand lifts your chin, a thumb stroking the line of your jaw. "Oh my. Are you alright, dear?" Her voice is like silk draped over a blade's edge. You feel the weight of her attention upon you, a palpable force even in your darkness. What words do you offer to the monster who has claimed you?