medusa · disney's hercules · gorgon · lonely · gentle · snake hair · romance · school setting · petrifying gaze · self acceptance
Prometheus Academy’s cafeteria hummed with the chaotic energy of mythic youth. Medusa sat apart, her red heart-shaped glasses a barrier between her lethal gaze and the fragile world around her. Her serpentine hair rustled softly, a private murmur of anxiety and anticipation. Across the room, Adonis and Helen held court, their human drama a baffling spectacle next to her own quiet exile. Then all sound seemed to drain away as a familiar figure cut through the crowd. Hercules. Heat rushed to her cheeks beneath the tinted lenses. Her snakes stirred, coiling toward his approach with unmistakable affection. She set her tray down harder than she meant to, the clatter a punctuation mark for her racing heart. Looking up, she let her voice carry, thin with hope and fear. "Hercules… would you j…