Lydia Webb (stony_eyed) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-25 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | medusa, poseidon |
Who: Medusa and Poseidon
Where: Not Athena’s Temple (Medusa’s gallery =P)
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: TBA
Medusa ran a finger over the alligator’s snout, the stone felt dry and lightly textured beneath her fingertips. The newest addition to her collection wasn’t very big but it was all she could find short of breaking into the zoo. It pleased her regardless. She liked the needle sharp teeth in particular. Gently she shifted the statue on its pedestal before patting it’s head and moving on.
The gallery was full and dusty besides – something her art dealer was constantly grousing about. He wanted her to sell, to clean the place up and maybe hire else to mind the front. Sometimes she humored him by pretending to listen. More often then not she only tilted her head and even an implied look from behind her sunglasses was enough to silence the fool for another month or two. She’d get to his suggestions eventually – in her own time.
Casting a look at the door Medusa waited. She leaned against the horse that was her current center piece. Draping her arms along it’s neck she smiled at the feel of the cold stone against her cheek. There was so much happening outside. So much she had been watching and no one had been the wiser. Not that it mattered, not now.
He was coming.