Hibernation Point ≡ Go for Gold

Whatever the hell he said, Medusa liked it. She grinned and said, oh, yes—keep talking to me like that, before they two got lost in a wild dance (with some song from Medusa throughout).

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More words that she liked as she panted afterward, having once more toed the cusp of something but not reached it. Still, she was satisfied and winded and had no room at all to think smartly.

Witch, did he call her? She crowed a laugh out. She was a priestess! But what was the difference, really? I like, too, she said, more of his epithet and herself rather than anything to do with him. But he wasn’t so bad, and she would enjoy spending more time with him these coming… however-the-fuck long the Gods wanted her here. 

Oh, her name… yeah. She had not even thought of that. Medusa, she huffed out with a laugh, and who are you, warlock?