#serpenthair

        It’s been a long time since she’s had an ally she can be sure of. Or an ally that could be sure of her. Lilith has always been the serpent under the flower, waiting to strike, but now it seems there is no enemy waiting to crush her: there is only a stone statue where a living Lucifer once stood, and her, and Medusa.

       Other enemies will come. Her children and her children’s children have no loyalty to her; neither do the seraphim that were the Dark Lord’s closest advisors and friends, and they will be marshaling their armies against her. But for now... For now, she has the throne, and the crown, and no one can take it for her; this palace, this glittering hall of gold and mirrors, where she endured so much degradation, is hers to do with as she sees fit.

       “I might tear it all down,” she says to Medusa. “Wouldn’t that be fitting?” A smile touches just the corner of her mouth. To make Hell a ruin--to bring down its monuments to his decadence, to destroy everything that was his, every place that he looked on with pleasure. To make it wild.

      ❛     you might not know this about me, but i don’t do particularly well with being wrong.     ❜    it was a weak attempt at a joke, but the frown on athena’s mouth betrayed her.  the goddess reached for medusa’s hand absentmindedly, searching for a source of comfort.     ❛     i knew that there would be those who wouldn’t understand us, but...   i didn’t think they’d react so poorly.  i seriously misjudged my family, and i’m sorry.      ❜

        “Thank you for staying the night.”

       It’s helped, far more than Mary could have hoped. She only slept a little the night before, but when she needed to, she could pad silently down the hall to the guest room and--was this rude of her? Intrusive? She looked in on Medusa, at the long, solid shape she made on the bed, barely visible in the moonlight... Feeling, obliquely, that Medusa wasn’t asleep either, that they were two silent, restless inhabitants of this night in Mary’s cottage, alone together... And she felt safer. Feels safer.

       The morning sun is streaming in, and Mary is pouring coffee for the both of them from the percolator. She even feels cozy, wrapped in her plaid robe, strangely at home with Medusa for all she’s known her only a little while--though she did put up her hair before she came out of the bedroom.

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@serpenthair​ said:“If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.” for a meme i’m too lazy to track down | if you can find it you can send it

renfri can’t help but roll her eyes, medusa is no easy opponent. she knows that, and she knows that medusa knows that. and it’s not as if renfri’s pride cannot handle being bested every once in a while that has her lip curling in frustration as she stands and dusts the dirt from her pants leg. it’s the reminder that medusa is a challenge she has yet to meet. 

“Indeed. They might well be twins.” Often times in her and her sisters’ dealings with mortals it was impossible to tell the difference -- there simply were none to be found. Most thought it unfair of them, but it was true.

“i‘m going to fucking stab out his eyes if he keeps staring...” renfri grumbles, feeling the incessant stare of a large, rather unattractive man lingering on her. she’s heard some of the comments that he’s made throughout the time she and medusa have spent in the tavern. the man fancies himself a big deal, and everyone else seems to give him a wide berth which only further’s his astounding ego.