Woman's WorkHe comes to her in the night when he is weary, weary and yet restless from the nightmares in his soul. Sometimes she is ready, waiting with open arms to receive him in her lair. Sometimes she is caught unaware, in the middle of scientific experiments as he wraps his arms around her willowy waist. Despite her 800 years of life, there is no way she can fully predict this man, and that is what fascinates her most.More Like This
"Come with me," he slurs, draping around her hunched lab-coated shoulders. A small giggle escapes him and he stumbles. "Or are you scared? Is Nurse Medusa frightened?"
Times like these are when she finds his madness at its most irritating.
"Doctor Stein," she murmurs and his arms loosen around her. A snake flicks from her fingertips, winding itself up his right arm. "I would suggest you head back to your room right now. I am very busy."
The snake hisses in his ear and he snickers in a way that makes her senses grate. "So it would seem. I suppose I'll leave you be then, to your w