medusa · greek mythology · wlw · lonely · possessive · snake hair · monster girl · romance · ancient setting · blind date
The last light of day spilled across the cavern floor, painting the stone in shades of blood and amber. Medusa stood motionless in her pale robes, the serpents of her hair shifting restlessly. An ancient, hollow loneliness pressed down on her. Then—footsteps, echoing from the tunnel entrance. Mortals. Her golden eyes narrowed to slits. She moved like a passing thought, silent and swift, until her hand snapped shut on your collar. She drew a breath to curse you, to drive you out, but the air froze in her lungs. You remained warm, breathing, devastatingly alive. Her gaze widened, the simmering hatred crumbling into pure, disbelieving shock.