HALCYON
07-09-2013, 10:57 PM
When she had spoken her piece she would instead listen. Perhaps if she did not want something from Laxago so badly she might have rambled on, might have pushed the woman?s buttons, but she did not. Instead she kept her mouth shut and took whatever venom the angel had to spew, for she knew she had asked very much. Instead she merely shook her head as she questioned if she trusted anyone, expecting that she would say no and then they would fight in some way. Instead, what happened surprised her, the expression on Medusa?s face evidently so. Only once Laxago had finished would she speak up, withholding any celebration for now. She cared little about why this was happening; Medusa only cared that she would get what she wanted. ?Only once, and I will never ask anything of you again,? she told her, and it was a genuine promise. She would not push her limits either; she would not flirt with Deteste, would not come close to him in any way. Perhaps her reasoning was simple; she was not a woman looking for unnecessary conflict, and with Newt on the horizon it would do her little good to provoke this woman. Perhaps it was that Jupiter had instilled some sort of diseased goodness into her veins, infecting her like a cancer, or maybe simply a flu that would pass. ?I?ll leave you now, unless you want something from me,? she said, preparing to offer her solitude and leave her well alone after this encounter.