((OMG between the icons, this and the conversation in Ares' journal I just about fell out of my chair and laughed myself sick. SRSLY wlektjwa;oghi!))
"The paintings are mine but I did not create them. They are gifts." All images and interpretations of how people saw her. Some were ugly, others beautiful and of course there were snakes. Some part of her remained elusive in them all, no one dared paint her eyes.
"The statues however, those are mine in every sense." Medusa kept her eyes on him, never quite letting him leave her line of sight. She approached again, lightly touching his arm as she turned to face him.
"I must confess. I never thought I'd see you like this."