forum Closed One on One (Less bored now yay!)

Started February 21, 2023 by @False-andrew flash_on

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"Oh, pshaw. Same here, Mel. I just did it blind." she grins. "I guess that works."

"See? I'm right!" Trianna giggles.

“And I am quite curious about your fighting style.” she smiled back. “Then it's a deal and something to do on the ship.”

“I never said you were wrong.” Medusa pointed out. “I was just interested in your opinion. And most of what I heard about Demeter is that she was borderline overprotective, perhaps almost controlling in a way.”

"Oh, I've been told it's wonderful to look at." she jokes. "Indeed!

"True, true." Trianna smiles. "She was very overprotective. Fireplace in the pillar and whatnot, right?"

“I look forward to seeing it then.” she chuckled.

“Oh, yes. I had forgotten about that.” Medusa nodded.

"Hmmm. . . I thought that was one of her better known moments." Trianna hums. "One of the more memorable, at the very least."

“Perhaps.” Medusa nodded. “It's just been a long time since I thought about too many of those myths and stories.” she admitted.

Trianna chuckles. "Very fair."

She looks around at the now nearly empty café - they'd been talking longer than she'd thought. "Shit- I need to get home so I can get ready for work."

She hops out of her chair and smiles. "See you later, M."

and with that she's out the door before Melanie can respond.

“Goodbye!” Medusa calls back as Trianna rushes out the door. The time certainly had flown by during their conversation but she really had enjoyed it.

Forgoing any purchase she had originally planned to make, she stood up and walked back to her car with a warm smile.

Trianna flits into the shower for 10 minutes then comes back out, drying her hair and twisting it into a simple braid, slipping into her work clothes and then calling an Uber.

A few minutes later her Uber shows up and takes her to work; she doesn't see Melanie for the rest of the week, not for lack of trying - but they did keep in contact through text.

Medusa is admittedly relieved when she gets home, taking off her sunglasses and hair wrap, before changing into a clean outfit and throws the stained clothes into the washing machine. Even though she prefers to live alone and away from people, she still uses modern-day appliances and technology.

She enjoyed getting texts from Trianna and was quick to reply. But it was hard finding a time or place where they could meet up and discuss their plans for the trip that she still couldn't believe they were doing.

Along comes the weekend. Trianna shoots Melanie a text that says "Hey, meet me at that café! You remember the one, right?"

Medusa smiles at the text and replies, ”of course I remember. See you there soon.”

Even though she knows Trianna can't see her, she puts on a touch of makeup and perfume before grabbing a colorful but stylish pair of sunglasses and hair warp before heading out to meet.

Trianna grins, listening to the text before tossing on a dress that she knew was black; she forgoes makeup like usual, but finds her own perfume, mint and lavender, and puts that on before tossing on some black leather flats and grabbing her phone and wallet, stuffing them into the pockets on her dress and jogging over to the café. She makes it there at roughly the same time as Melanie.

“Trianna!” she calls out as she sees the familiar woman approaching. “It's so good to see you again.” she says sincerely.

Trianna makes the obligatory blind joke in return: "Well, I'd say it's nice to see you but it isn't - since I can't see."

She walks over and hugs the other woman tightly for a moment before starting to head towards the door to the café.

Medusa rolls her eyes at the joke, laughing lightly, but is caught off guard by the hug. It took her a hesitant moment before she returned it, a snake quickly taking advantage of the closeness and flicked its tongue at Trianna.

“Here. Allow me.” she offered, opening the door for her.

Trianna felt the whisper of something across her forehead but doesn't react, electing to simply think of what it might have been. Hair, possibly. Or maybe. . .

She gasps playfully then grins.

"My, aren't we feeling chivalrous today?" she teases, elbowing the other woman playfully before finding a table to sit at.

Medusa chuckled, barely moving from the playful nudge. “Just trying to help my friend.” she smiled, taking a seat across from Trianna.

Trianna smiles back. "Isn't that kinda what chivalry is? Helping out your friends and sometimes people you don't know?"

“I suppose it is. In a way.” she nodded. “I always thought it was just being polite and showing common courtesy. Something that seems to be in short supply. Not that I've actually been shown much anyway.”

"I mean, yeah. But it mainly only seems to apply to friends and family nowadays. Try and kiss the hand of a man or a woman that you've just met nowadays and you get a restraining order put on you." Trianna snorts. "As for being shown chivalry, nobody shows a woman with a physique like mine any form of chivalry. I'll show you chivalry, on behalf of both of us."

“Well, if that were the only case, it would still explain why I don't get shown any.” she scoffed lightly. “I can't say I would expect anyone to kiss my hand and I doubt anyone would want me to kiss them in any form. But you… I don't know what you mean about your physique affecting how you are treated.” Medusa admitted. “But I will show you chivalry too. Though I may be a little rusty.” she teased.

Trianna chuckles. "It was meant to be a humorous example. Besides - don't take this weirdly - I bet you're a great kisser, in any form of what could be classified as 'kissing.'"

"Oh, my muscles." she chuckles, standing up and flexing one of her arms. She'd managed to put on more mass over the week - both in muscle and in body fat - and looked beefier than before; the muscles in her upper arms looked like they were straining the skin very hard, and when she twists her back was corded with muscle. "People kinda get scared off when they notice I'm as buff as Popeye the Sailor."

"'Rusty,' huh? You seem to be rusty in a lot of things. I might just start calling you Rusty." she giggles.

Medusa raised a brow, feeling her face turning red. “Uhh… I admit I don't know how to take that. It's probably the first time anyone has said anything like that to me.”

“Oh! That.” she nodded. “I forgot where I was just now. Such a build, on anyone, would be something to admire back in my home.” she admitted. “I don't have the body type to show off muscles as you do but I am strong and agile.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Please don't. I just… I don't spend a lot of time around people.” she explains. “There have been many places where I am… was not welcome. For all I know I may still not be.” she shrugged.

Trianna laughs teasingly. "It's meant to be taken as a compliment, sweetheart. And while you're around me, it may not be the last."

"Yeah. In America, muscular women are very. . . unusual. Especially to my degree. A lot of men absolutely lose their shit when a woman beats them in anything." she snorts. "As for your body type - well, I wouldn't exactly know, but I'm sure it's just as wonderful as your personality. Which is to so, very wonderful."

"You are completely welcome here." she shrugs. "And really, since you're here, that's all that matters, no?"

“Alright.” she nodded. “Then thank you.” she smiled softly.

“Men would still act that way in Greece, I admit. But it would be different.” Medusa told her. “They would still appreciate your hard work to attain your physique and still call you beautiful.” Though her blush darkened at being called wonderful. “Th-Thank you. You are too kind to me.”

She smiled a little and nodded. “Yes. That's part of the reason why I came to this country. To try to put my past behind me and put some distance between me and the things I've done.”

(Sorry!)

"You're welcome." she nods, smiling.

"Not ancient Athens or somewhere like that. But Sparta, I would be gourgeous, yeah." she snorts. "Oh don't be modest."

"Is it working?" she aks.

(It's ok)

“Yes, and no. Sparta would certainly but I think Athens might surprise you.” Medusa smirked. “After all, Athena was also a warrior so why wouldn't her city respect the build of a female warrior?” she pointed out.

She shrugged. “For the most part, yes. It does help a little. But as I said, there are… constant reminders that I can't get rid of. No matter where I am.”

"True, but if I remember right, ancient Athens didn't let women do too much. I wouldn't be allowed in the military, nor would I be allowed to vote. Just about the only things I could do were play in religious circles or have children, though since I would have been poor i would have to find some sort of work." Trianna sighs.

"Yeah, I suppose that would be the case." she nods.