"You know, a flatscreen would really make this place feel less like death." Medusa used the heel of her boots to kick the rocking chair back softly, a comfortable swing to her body as she watched Davina walk around the room. The button nosed brunette was cleaning up for the millionth time that day, a means to ignore the boredom the resurrected Gorgon could feel eliciting off her.

"A flat screen would also bring attention to the fact this place isn't exactly abandoned." The blue eyed witch hummed back, stopping in the center of her room to retort. Her cerulean eyes landed on the only friend she'd manage to make in the last few months. It was a strange friendship, especially considering Medusa was real and not just some Tale from Homer's Odyssey. She was vivid, and sometimes Davina would revert back to her time in grade school, a stack of mythology homework in front of her and the tale of Medusa among them all. She could see the statue of Perseus holding Medusa's head, the dead look in the villains eyes as she was reduced to nothing but folklore. Davina noted how wrong the statue had depicted her new friend but she supposed it was carved by those who did not know her face and well it wasn't like they had pictures at that time.

Medusa smiled at her friend, fixating her eyes on the boarded up window, the rusted nails holding it in place sticking out like deadly weapons. She noted how this place wasn't fit to live in and much less for a young teenage girl but it did beat the dirt hut she had once been in long ago.

Davina went back to lighting a few more candles, and Medusa realized she hadn't yet answered her, sometimes she did this. For thousands of years she'd lived much in her head as the rest of her companions in hell preferred their own thoughts to the opinions of other and it was a rather hard practice to break. Humans needed that comfort, she supposed, to listen to anyone else so long as they spoke more often then not; still it was a hard habit to break and frankly she wasn't exactly putting in a lot of effort to stop it. Davina as sweet and innocent as she was was more then patient with the newly resurrected.

She often thought about Lucifer if she was being honest, or even Cersei at times, Hades as well although they didn't have the best of relationships but even so. They had been her companions all those years and maybe even her friends, although the circumstances demanded it.

"Who cares if anyone knows? You've got the Harvest ritual powers flowing through your veins and with my powers we could wipe them out today if we wanted too."

"Marcel doesn't want too," Davina reminded her.

"Party pooper." Medusa furrowed her brows and poured in annoyance. The teenager was right after all, he was the King in New Orleans. The vampire held power over every part of the city and it was likely that even some extended towards the whole territory of Louisiana. He was smart, and a strategist which is why Medusa had agreed to his terms after all.

"Didn't you two just throw a blowout the other day? What was it for? Day of the dead, a celebration for you?" Davina teased, a smile forming on her gorgeous face.

Medusa hummed in agreement, "alright fine, he's being smart about it—boring but smart."

"Have a little more faith and patience." Davina suggested, moving towards her paint canvas and rearranging the brushes. "Soon I will figure out what it was they placed you under to stop the snakes from appearing and then we will take them out. End of the harvest season or not."

"Don't you know exactly what to say to cheer a girl up," Medusa hummed and stood to her feet just as the front doors to the Cathedral opened and a quick whoosh of the air sounded. "Marcels' here."

After she spoke the door to their adjoined room opened and in stepped the King of New Orleans himself, a handsome smile on his face as he looked at both brunettes. "There are my girls."

"Marcel," Medusa nodded her head at him, "what have you been up to today? Stalking Camille?"

"That jokes getting old." He deadpanned with a dry stare although his lips wanted to twitch into a grin.

Medusa dipped her head despite his annoyance, "it will never because it's always true."

"I wasn't stalking her."

"And I didn't get my head chopped off."

"You two act more like teenagers then me." Davina commented earning a scoff from both adults in the room.

Marcel sat down, the new couch squeaking slightly as his tall body dropped, long legs spewing over half the small pathway. Medusa reverted back to her spinning chair, heeled boots teetering back and forth.

"How's NOLA?" Medusa broke the silence, spinning the back of the chair so each leg was on its side and her head could be supported by the top.

Davina looked up to listen as Marcel leaned back with a relaxed demeanor, "everything's quiet as usual. The witches are being kept in their place, not a werewolf in sight, and the vampires understand the rules. We've got the annual party coming up soon, should keep them happy for awhile."

Medusa nodded her head with a small hum of approval and Davina seemed appeased as her shoulders dropped. Her baby blue eyes directed at the vampire king, "thank you Marcel."

"No need D, I'm just doing my job. Protecting the Quarter and what not, besides it was about time they were brought down." He waved her off.

"Heard any retaliation?" Medusa tilted her head. Since the truce between her and the King she'd mainly kept to herself. They'd agreed to keep her identity a secret until the right opportunity, for now she was a sort of safe company for Davina. The witches were in the dark of her newfound appearance. The only thing they had to go by was the several tattoos they'd burned into her skin but even those were conceal with jackets and an assortment of makeup products Davina helped her out with whenever she went out.

"Since the night of the harvest ritual?" Marcel responded and the teenage girl ducked her head, the bitter memory sounding in each of them. That had certainly been a defining moment in each of them. "None, with Bastianna dead they are trying to protect and preserve what little they can now."

"Doesn't mean they can't be planning something," she muttered back. Her eyes narrowed and a slight hiss threatened to escape her lips, if her serpents were loose they might have started hissing for her. "Those witches are sneaky."

"Uh, Medusa," Davina's voice was slightly concerned. The brunette Gorgon blinked and looked around, quickly realizing that the hissing was real and coming from her wrist. She looked down to find the silver band around her hand hissing it's tongue and flexing from its place.

"Right, sorry," she responded and cupped her hand over it, silencing it and then yanking the sleeve of her jacket back. Even though the curse was still very prominent and an endless nuisance she hadn't been able to decipher there was still Davina, the most powerful witch in New Orleans. After helping Marcel save her life Davina had managed to break loose one tendril, although it had dropped out of Medusa's head the moment she had. The tendril wasn't as strong as it had once been, it still managed to turn its victims into stone but now it needed to bite its victim. Medusa figured it was better then anything and now wore it as an accessory.

"Anyways relax, we've got the witches under control and New Orleans in my hand." Marcel demonstrated how confident he was by leaning further into the couch, resting his eyes as the two females smirked at one another. They then proceeded to roll their eyes in synch, keeping complete silence.

"Whatever you say Gerard but you should listen to me, you'll owe me a bag of cookie if you don't." Medusa wagged her finger. Ever since returning to the new and improved Realm she had taken an interest in their sweet delicacies, the Greeks back in her day didn't have much besides fruit which is why she took full advantage now. Her guilty pleasure was cookies, at any given time she could be found munching on them. She had a bag stashed almost everywhere she would usually be and in fact had finished an entire bag prior to looking for Davina.

Marcel smirked, "deal, but it's not going to happen."

He couldn't have spoken sooner as suddenly Davina dropped the hair brush she had been arranging and slowly walked over towards her easel. Her blue eyes looked off into nothing, hands lifting to the charcoal which she used to begin scribbling.

The two adults stood, concerned as they came closer to her. Marcel spoke first, "D? What's happening?"

"The witches... no a witch, she's using magic. In the quarter, she's linking something? It's strong. It's Jane-Anne Devaruax!" The teenage witch blinked as she was back in reality, frantic as she grabbed at her savior and shook.

Marcel comforted her for a moment, jaw locking as he glanced over towards the Gorgon and gently eased the witch in her arms. "I'll take care of it D."

Medusa opened her arms and held onto Davina, the band around her wrist sliding up to comfort her as well. Her serpent had taken a liking to the child since being released and it did its best in moments like this, hissing desperately as it slithered around the back of her neck and then ran its head against her cheek, near where it's mothers palm caressed.

Marcel stared at the brunettes, specifically at the older one who nodded at him and spoke, "I'll meet you once I've secured Davina."

He was in the wind before she could say another thing.

Medusa held the young child closely, easing her near the bed as her body grew weaker and she seemed ready to sleep. This happened a few times when the immense power overwhelmed her, luckily she was never far from the comfort of a bed.

She set her down, allowing the child to rest and staring at her angelic features, and wondering how on this forsaken realm she had allowed herself to become a caretaker and friend to this child.

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Marcel and Davina's father daughter relationship for the win y'all! I love Marcel so much and my poor baby has been treated so unfairly!!! Anyways yes I finally updated I'm so proud of myself, I'm sorry it took this long but I actually like how this turned out. Let me know how you feel and what might happen? Personally I think this is gonna be a Klaus story because if her and Marcel got together they would be angst city and I'm not down with that.