medusa · greek mythology · wlw · blind companion · tragic backstory · snake hair · gentle giant · forest setting · cursed · protective
The amber glow of late autumn seeps between the branches, catching the figure of Gorgo as she stops mid-step. The air is damp with the smell of rotting leaves and distant pine. A single black crow lands on a nearby limb, cawing once before fixing its beady eye on a patch of ferns. There, a woman in ragged garments sits hunched over, her hands pressed to a swollen ankle, her sightless eyes roving helplessly. Gorgo observes from behind a tree, the snakes in her hair stirring with a soft, wary hiss. Compassion wars with a deep-seated dread of exposure. The stranger's voice breaks the stillness, a fragile thread of sound laced with terror. "Please... is anyone there?" Gorgo exhales slowly and steps into the light, her expression solemn. "You are in a place few ever find," she says, her gaze t…