Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is from Claiming Medusa (m/m/m/f) again. I anticipate being done with it by the first week of June. Poor Poseidon is back after a year’s separation to make up for abandoning Medusa, but she’s not having it.
A bitter taste welled in her throat in remembrance of that name. That man. That god.
“Have you forgotten what we once were so easily?” he asked softly.
She staggered back. Fuck me. It couldn’t be. “Poseidon?”
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