sweethymns | Pictures in the Dark

[Her answer? Blunt and straightforward.]

Gorgon.

[A pause and she looks around to make sure no one is listening in and thankfully, people are more interested in boobs and ogling at each other than this odd pair so she lets out a chuckle.]

Well, not THE Gorgon, but a Gorgon. A bit of a difference there.

[He blinks in what might be interpreted as faint surprise. He's not sure what answer he expected, but gorgon wasn't one of them -- he knows of the myths, though now is his chance to sort truth versus fiction.]

And what is the difference? The Gorgon versus a Gorgon? Could you petrify me, if you wanted?

Now, now! [She flaps her hand at him at the ridiculousness of the notion.]

You'd have to disappoint me after a few dates for me to resort to that. And that's being generous!

Dates? [What. He scoffs, not even worrying about sounding rude.] Who said anything about dates?

But basically, the answer is yes, right?

It's a joke, dear.

But yes, petrifying is one of my repertoires.

[Does this look like a man who jokes very often? He just figured Lulu was being presumptuous; how would he know otherwise, having just met her?

Regardless, he just raises a brow at her.]

Well, remind me not to ever get on your bad side. [He sighs.] What's a gorgon doing at a pool party, then?

[Of course, the same could be asked of himself, but never mind that!]

Oh, simple really. I crashed!

[Well, somehow that's not surprising given how she's presented herself so far.]

No one's complaining as you can see.

...Really? [He can't decide if he's impressed or concerned.] Even I was invited.

[And of course no one's going to complain to see a pretty young woman at a pool party, he thinks to himself, but doesn't find it necessary to share those thoughts.

Still, why did she have to take over his chaise lounge?]

Is that what a Gorgon does now? Crash parties and steal perfectly good seats? How things must have changed in the years past.

Just occasionally. My sisters didn't want to leave the house so I decided to stalk somewhere else, is all. Not that there's much going on here.

[She twirls a strand of her hair idly.]

But you talked to me and got me to notice that something was off about you. At least something got done today.

[...And now he doesn't know if he should be offended or just... what.]

I'm not a line on an itemized list to be checked off, you know. And I'm of the opinion that there's too much going on here. Everyone's so loud; the bass of the music literally feels like it's jostling my ribcage around. The men are too drunk and the women are too loose.

[At least he tells it like it is.]

[She lets out a laugh, wholly amused by him.]

Well then, ditch! What's stopping you?

[A shrug of slender shoulders. It's a legitimate question.]

I was dragged along by a friend. Probably expected me to be his wingman, or something like that. Seems like he doesn't even really need my help.

[So basically he's bumming around because he has nothing better to do.]

You have an actual friend???

[LULU...]

[r u d e]

And what is that supposed to mean?

[the rudest monster on this side of the galaxy probably]

Mm. Well, now that I think about it, having a friend isn't unusual. It'd be more unusual as a human to have no friends whatsoever especially after several years, right?

I suppose that depends on the person. I've met plenty of humans with few friends, who lead happy lives.

[He flips the question around.] What of your friends? [What kind of friends do Gorgons have? DOES THIS RUDE LADY HAVE FRIENDS?]

Sisters, like I said. We're not quite blood related, but our origins are the same.

[They're all Gorgons, each had been a strand of snake hair at some point in time. But they strangely looked different from each other with only a few unifying features that linked them to each other.]

As for the mundane, not many. I'm much too abrasive.

[ah, so she is aware]

[He sets his jaw at the mention of her sister again. Family. At least she was friendly with hers. He couldn't quite say the same.] Mm. [-is his only real response to that, though.

As for being abrasive... Malus thinks, Isn't it worse to be self-aware of your own faults and not bother trying to fix them?] Maybe you should work on that.

Oh? You think so?

I'll dial it down when I want to.

Are all Gorgons as headstrong as you? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; it's always the odd ones that do whatever it is they like.

[He nearly shrugs again, a half-gesture that looks like he gave up halfway through it.]

May I have my seat back?

Are you calling me odd?

[A beat. And then she beams.]

I don't mind that! I'll take it! And as for your first question, I wouldn't say so. All of us turned out differently one way or another.

I still want to sit.

[and of course he gets the headstrong one that won't relinquish his seat-]

Fine. [Malus stands, and makes his way over to the edge of the pool. As much as he hates the water, Lulu has exasperated him enough to hop in with the most subtle splash. It isn't the deep end of the pool, so the water goes up to his waist as he rests his arms on the poolside, leaning forward.]

And for the record, yes. I was calling you odd. [He rests his chin on his arms, closing his eyes. Maybe she'll let him relax now??]

[There's no response. When he opens his eyes, Lulu will have suddenly disappeared from her seat.

Now where could she have gone??

(She went to put on her bathing suit and disappear into the crowd and then slip into the water, like motherfucking Jaws that's where)]

[When he hears little more than silence, Malus opens his eyes... to see that the strange lady isn't there any more. He furrows his brow, but then decides that maybe she had finally lost interest.]

...Weird.

[WHATEVER just closing his eyes again, gonna try to soak up some sun. He can't be bothered to pull himself out of the water and reclaim his chaise, anyway.]

Boo.

[GUESS WHO'S BEHIND YOU ASSHOLE, WET HAIR DRAPED ACROSS HER FACE AND ALL]

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