BROKEN ANGELS
11-02-2013, 02:11 PM
OOC: set pre DM for obvious reasons~
Her children were growing with each passing day, each one beautiful and annoying, but hers nonetheless. Moonlight-colored eyes would observe them from afar. Medusa was far from an exemplary mother, watching from the distance, living in the shadows of observation, but she couldn?t deny the itching of maternal instinct in her chest. She would save them if they needed saving, but for now, she would sit in the shadows and watch as they grew. They would all be beautiful one day beyond doubt, the sort who would bring the world to its knees. There was something akin to pride in her chest, and yet she did not let it flourish.
No, she did not let herself grow close, because they did not need to know her. They didn?t need to learn from her, to emulate her mistakes. Instead she summoned their father, their more involved parent, calling for him and hoping to get a report of their children. She cared, perhaps not as much as a mother ought, but enough to seek inquiry.