Starglow Basin etch-a-sketch

FUCK!!!!! 

Worst of all, maybe, was that she’d been seen fucking crying! Medusa took a wrist and rubbed it furiously across her eyes, but her continued sniffles betrayed her. 

Ah, fuck it. She was caught. And she didn’t want to get so invested in this shitshow alone. She was desperate again. And when she opened her eyes to see who it was, she heard that familiar accent first. 

Double fuck—no pun intended. 

Warlock, she stood up, coughing to clear her throat. Medusa stepped closer to him, looking him over. Yeah, she didn’t do half bad, did she? Someone stole… oh fuck. Should she tell him? What would that mean? But maybe he’d become as invested as her in this search, and she didn’t want to be alone wading through the doldrums of these feelings. Our kid. Someone stole our fucking kid. I found him, there was a fight—a friend picked him up, fled from the fight. I was trying to find them, she said, to bring him home... but the fuckers somehow found him first, her eyes were red-rimmed. 

In her anger, she wanted this kid she had no claim to but for her blood anymore. Nazli did the rest of the work. Night and day she nursed and loved him. Medusa cared when it was convenient…

But now could hardly be called that. Now was actually super fucking inconvenient. But she had to do one right thing for her kids, if she could… it was why she let them go in the first place—keep them alive! And this cartel was being a right bag of dicks about it. 

We have to tell Pharaoh. She just fucking killed one of them, with her husband—the fight was… insane, because she wasn’t a killer, and still didn’t know if she wanted to be. And she didn’t want to lose Warlock thanks to a 1v1 which would probably be a 3v1 or some shit since they liked to dogpile. The least she could do for Warlock? Not let him get dog piled. Come with me? she offered, tilting her head.