There is no possible way in hell it could be her. And yet, the woman walks along the beach without a care in the world, but there’s something about her, The moment he’d first arrived in Athens, the first moment he’d laid eyes on her, his gut had churned with unease. She and Aegeus had reason to doubt him, to test him, but he still thinks she’d known who he was before her husband, his father, recognized his own sword and sandals. Theseus doesn’t move from where he’s sitting beside the water, he’s safer there anyways and he doesn’t think Medea is stupid by any means, it’d be unwise of her to attack him in a semi public place. As she draws closer, he can see it’s no doubt her, and she feels like the others do, these fellow ‘rifts’. “You know, I never figured what to call you.” @yara-oliveira
