location: dealer’s choice starter for: @rheadiamondis
“You, my darling, are a hard woman to track,” and it was understandable, as Lamia was coming to gather and play catch-up on the events in the bayside. A smile curving at the corner of her lips, sharp onyx irises taking in the silhouette of Medusa and wondered at how long it had been since the two sat before the other. Two women scorned by the Gods of Olympus, by those they thought would aid them instead of smite them and yet here they were. Scaled creatures that had been shunned and made to suffer for what Lamia could only describe as gaslighting. It was no wonder they both sought out vengeance and retribution. “All these rumors and stories, of you taking a knife to Scylla in the cave while she slept,” a task that Lamia was almost a little envious wasn’t herself having been chased by the hydra for decades before the original’s finally caught up with her, “So, tell me the truth— what really happened in the cave that day?”