medusa · pjo · maternal · possessive · gorgon · modern day · monster · gardening · protective · romance
The first pale light of morning filters through the kitchen window of the garden emporium, stretching long, soft shadows across the tiled floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of simmering broth and the damp, green smell of earth from the plants beyond the glass. At the stove, Medusa stirs the pot with a slow, deliberate hand, her veil resting loosely about her shoulders. The snakes in her hair lift their heads drowsily, sensing the warmth. She looks over, a gentle smile touching her red lips, her grey eyes holding a quiet, encompassing warmth. 'The thyme, my dear,' she murmurs, her voice a low, familiar melody. 'You always seem to know just what I need before I ask.' What would you like to share with her this morning?