#queer yearing

[rs-hawk]

“I’m sorry.”

The words struck Medusa like an arrow, piercing her heart and sticking her in place. The words hung heavy in the air, thick as a fog rolling in off the sea. The words, those words, were words she had never expected to hear. Especially not from Her.

Turning slowly, her snakes coming up as if to strike, she saw Her. Their eyes met, and the stormy gray eyes she saw were a reflection of every one of the statues that littered her path. She stood, tall and vibrant, with an air of importance that, in another life, would have made the gorgon drop to her knees in prayer. Now, they just made her chest twist painfully.

“Medusa,” her name fell from the Goddess’s lips like a stone, but the tone was smothered in honey. “Say something.”

“What did you say?” Medusa whispered, the words getting stuck in her throat. Before Athena could answer, she spoke again, “why would you say that now? After all this time?”

“Medusa,” She said her name again softly. Painfully. “I know what you think of me, but I did this to protect you. All I ever meant to do was protect you, and all I ever did was fail you.” On the last word, Her powerful voice cracked.

Silence hung heavy between them for a second. A minute. A year. Who knew? It was so brief and so long that it made time irrelevant. What was time to immortals anyway?

“You punished me for what He did,” Medusa finally whispered, tears she had tried to keep locked up for centuries brimming in her eyes. “I loved You. I gave You everything, and You, You cast me aside. You cursed me, disowned me, for what He did!”

“That was all I could do,” She said, talking off her helmet and casting it carelessly onto the crumbling stone floor. “He is my Uncle, second only to my father. How could I go against Him?”

“So you blamed me? You destroyed me because someone had to be punished, and You couldn’t punish Him?” her voice was breaking, tears finally spilling down her face.

Athena took a hesitant step towards Medusa, as if moving too quickly would break her. “No, no that’s not why I did it. It killed me to see Him touch you and to hear you cry out for My help. All the while knowing I couldn’t do anything,” She said quietly as She reached out, lightly brushing a finger against one of the snake heads. “But now, like this, no man can ever hurt you again. You’re safe. You’re free.”

“Free?! I am hunted like a rabid animal. My children, the only children I’ll ever have, were monsters born only after I was beheaded,” Medusa’s voice cracked as her clawed hands tried to wipe away tears. “My new sisters only found me decades later and had to stitch my head back to my body. I lived in a state between life and death all that time, and You think I’m free?”

“I never wanted that to happen to you,” the Goddess whispered, reaching out to brush the gorgon’s tears away Herself. “I thought if no man could meet your eyes, you’d finally be safe. It was meant to be a blessing disguised as a curse.”

“It was nothing as a curse. I’d rather Poseidon have killed me that night, or You had just struck me down on the temple steps.” The words struck Athena like a sword, cutting through Her in a way She never imaged anything could.

“Don’t say that. I did this for you. So you could live. So you could be safe,” the words had come out almost like a broken plea, something the Goddess had never done before. “I love you. You’re the only mortal I’ve ever loved.”

“You don’t love me, or You wouldn’t have sentenced me to a life alone,” she whispered, running her fingers through her snakes.

“I can never be with you, but that doesn’t make my love any less true,” She promised, hesitating before taking her hand in Hers. “I couldn’t bare the idea of living without you, or watching you die

“And yet, I’d give anything to die.”

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[kweerdragon]

I AM ACTIVELY YELLING SCREAMING CRASHING OUT AND LOSING MY SHIT

My friend sent me a picture of my crsuh and she looks GORGEOUS IM TOO GAY FOR THIS

AND THE WORST PART IS THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING HOLDING HER FACE

WHAT IF SHE HAS A GF I MEAN SHES LIKE SO PRETTY SHE PROBABLY DOES PLUS EVEN IF SHE WASN"T SHES LIKE TOTALY OUT OF MY LEAGUE AND AHHHHHHHHHHH

im too gay for this ugh

[rs-hawk]

MerMay Day Two:

Siren of Canosa

I'm taking some liberties with this to make this more water related

MerMay List from The Sleeping Fox on Instagram

Butch!Soldier x Fem!Siren

When the creeping cold of death began to set in, you had already accepted your fate. The burning, searing pain of the bullet that ripped through your shoulder had exploded every nerve. There was nothing else to feel besides pain. Not until that cold had began to settle in.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as your eyes were fixed on the sky. You didn't even know how you got to this desolate island. You remembered getting into the plane, and then there had been turbulence but... then darkness. When you and the rest of your troop that had survived woke up, panic set in. There had been few supplies that were actually useful since it was only meant to be a 12 hour plane right. The main thing any of you could salvage was weapons.

Soon enough, the food ran out, and your troop members had begun to argue about what to do. Do you keep to the beach, trying to flag down or catch the attention of an overhead plane or a nearby ship, or do you risk missing help and venture into the rocky interior of the island, hoping that something had managed to grow among the rocks? The Corporal had had to take over command since she was the highest ranking officer that had survived, despite only being an E-4, and she was insistent that this was not the place to split up.

"There's something wrong with this place. None of us remember the plane crash, or how we got here. If we split up, we might not all make it back," she said, her voice firm and steady despite the fear that trickled in.

That was when the fight broke out, and one of the Privates, First Class, had picked up a gun. He had threatened her, but you weren't going to let him kill her. She was everyone's best chance of surviving this. So, you had tried to wrestle the gun away from him. And now, you were laying on the beach, in a steadily growing puddle of your own blood, as the light began to leave your eyes.

Darkness was rimming the edges of your vision, so you fixed your eyes on a bird that was soaring high above the sky. You knew that your eyes were playing tricks on you, but as the bird seemed to descend, slicing through the sky, it seemed to take on a more human appearance, and instead of a bird song, it seemed like the music coming from her was made from some kind of instrument.

The sounds of your troop fighting, your Corporal Court Marshalling the Private, First Class, and the sickening sound of fists on skin, all faded away as you listened to the sound of the bird's song. Her face morphed into that of a stunning, olive skinned woman. Her wings seemed to sprout from her back instead of her sides, and it looked like she had arms, hands, that were playing some kind of stringed instrument. Her feet seemed to be taloned, and while that should scare you, you found them stunning-the talons glinting in the low light of the setting sun.

The cold numbness that had begun to settle in stopped mattering. All that mattered was this... this bird, this woman... that was now taking slow, lazy circles around your head. Nearly like a vulture, but less predatory, almost protectively.

"Come now, little lost soul

And heed my every warning

Follow me past the morning

And I will be the first to you console."

Her song made your body tremble. She was here to take you, to guide you. You knew it. Your slowly glazing eyes had a hard time focusing on her, but when you did, she smiled a smile that seemed to shoot straight through your soul. However, before her outstretched fingers could graze your skin, there was the feeling of something sharp piercing your shoulder.

"Fuck!" you shouted, jolting up, but one of the other Privates held you down.

"She's still alive, Corporal. We gotta patch her up fast ma'am," he shouted, trying to pry the bullet out of your shoulder with a pair of tweezers.

The Corporal quickly came over, pouring a flask she got from God knows where over your would before beginning to stitch it up with the remnants of the first aid kid. There was a loud splash, making everyone pause. Was there an elephant seal, or a saltwater crocodile, or some other dangerous sealife that could come ashore? Well, everyone but you had thought that. You, however, had watched the bird woman drop herself into the sea, her feathers turning to scales. What looked to be a large fish tail broke the surface before disappearing, but you knew better. Her hypnotic song had vanished under the waves as well. You knew that you should still have been scared, but you weren't.

You heard one last note of a song that you couldn't understand, but you knew that it was just for you. She wanted you to know that she was watching you... but that she was happy you lived this time. It was a subtle hint that she would be watching you anytime you were by the water, or under the open sky. That filled you with a strange warmth, her seeming affection for you.

Her kind smile, the way that she was trying to comfort you, you didn't think of her as someone dangerous. She was someone kind, gentle, who just didn't want anyone to be alone as they crossed over.

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