|Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-08-25 07:01:00
|Entry tags:||medusa, perseus|
WHO: Medusa & Perseus
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Medusa's shop
WHAT: DiscordyApple!Perseus comes to collect Medusa. Things go... unexpectedly. (Originally posted by Medusa)
WARNINGS: Sex and violence, baby. (But the sex is of the consensual if Eris-induced kind.)
Things may have been happening among the Greek gods, but Medusa (as always) tried to keep out of their business in the hopes that they would keep out of hers. She had been trying to lay extra low since Ares had attacked, the war god leaving her just enough alive that she could crawl back into the safety of her home.
The Gods were as cruel as they ever were and none of them could do a damn thing about it.
The buzzer on the front door went to tell her someone had come into the shop and Medusa went to see who it was. So few people came here. She didn't advertise very widely, there was no sign on the door to distinguish it from any of the apartments along the street, and breeding snakes wasn't exactly an 'off the street' sort of business. But there were a few and Medusa tried to act civilly with them. They paid her bills for the apartment above.
The tingle of an immortal reached her the moment before she stepped into the room, but she'd certainly not expected it to be the Hero. Medusa's lip curled. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice a hiss.
Perseus, who over the years had evolved into a bit of a pacifist in that he needed a reason to maul someone's face off, in that moment wanted to do just that without reason. There was no proof she had been the one to turn this father to stone, and it wasn't because of Zeus that he wanted to hurt her anyway.
He just felt the overwhelming urge to feel blood under his fingernails and to feel bones crushing under his hands.
Setting his jaw and trying to push his murderous intentions away so that he wouldn't disappoint Athena whom he idolised, Perseus crossed his arms to appear somewhat less threatening. For the moment at least.
"Did you fuck with my father?"
Medusa glared at him with all the force she could muster, wanting him to feel that crawl of his skin, that threat of stone. He was looking her right in the eyes this time.
"Haven't done anything," Medusa told him. "Go away."
Perseus, who normally never would have looked Medusa in the eyes, stared straight back at her. "You visited Zeus," Perseus said, his voice lowering dangerously. "I'm to take you to Athena. She'll decide what to do with you."
At the mention of Athena it was terror that coursed through her body, her fists curling as she readied herself to fight. The two Olympians that Medusa feared and loathed more than any other were Poseidon and Athena. Perseus may as well have held a knife to her throat right then.
Before he could make any move to grab her, Medusa ran at him hissing, hair flying around her face as she attacked.
That was all Perseus needed to let out the rage he was barely holding back before. She caught him off-guard for only a second, and then he was fighting back with all his strength.
The fury surprised her and for a moment she felt completely overcome. But then she was fighting back for her life, all claws and sharp edges and disregard for anything except not being taken to Athena.
Blood was running down her face and into her eye when she her fingers caught hold of something hard in the pocket of his jacket. She didn't know why, but she grabbed it, pulling it out as she drew back.
For a moment the fight had stopped and Medusa stared in confusion at what was in her hand. An apple made of gold.
She had his apple. The creature was touching his apple.
Perseus didn't even hear the unhuman scream of rage that issued forth from his throat as he charged her, hellbent on getting his apple back and killing her in the process.
When he rushed at her Medusa decided to do the first thing that came to mind, which was attempt to bludgeon him with damned apple, slamming it down on his head and across his face over and over until he managed to grab her wrist, twisting it backwards until the apple came free and toppled to the ground.
Medusa thought that she would punch Perseus again but instead, she found she was diving for the apple, desperate to have it.
Perseus fell to the ground with her as she reached for the apple and instead of pulling her off of it he was taken over by another instinct entirely.
There was a woman under him. He had been hurt and there hadn't been a woman under him in some time. He spun her around, pulling her towards him where he could give her a rough kiss. A growl rumbled from deep inside him as he pulled her even closer.
The kiss both surprised and horrified her and Medusa hissed against his mouth, trying to kick him off her. She didn't want this, not again, not another of the gods defiling and breaking her. She wouldn't let it happen again. With Poseidon she'd just been a girl against a god, a helpless victim, but Athena had turned her into a monster and Perseus would have nothing from her.
So she struggled against him but then the apple that pressed hard into her back reached claws inside and took hold of her. And anger turned to dangerous desire and Medusa found she was kissing Perseus back just as roughly, fingers sinking into his flesh not to fight him off but to keep him from escaping.
Perseus had no intention of getting away from her. Oh no. He ripped at her clothes trying to find bare skin to claw and bite at as his breath turned ragged and heavy.
Medusa didn't have sex with people. It just wasn't generally within her field of interests or options, being a monster who couldn't interact with people and who tended to scare everyone she came into contact with, and so her sole experience had been with Poseidon. But despite that she showed no reticence now, demanding to have Perseus as much as he was demanding to have her. She tore through his clothes and didn't care if they were left in rag, fingernails drawing blood from his flesh as their bodies.
The damage she was inflicting on him drew growls and moans from his throat and when she had freed him of his clothes, with a little help from himself, he picked her up off the ground and slammed her into a wall where he savagely bit at her neck.
Medusa's back hit the wall the the blow stole her breath momentarily. She grunted, wrapping her legs tightly around her, her every muscle coiled like a snake, needing this and not knowing why. She hated him, even now as they were kissing and fighting desperately to have skin against skin, Medusa hated every part of Perseus.