My Medea
Creeno
Just a short drabble done to Vienna Teng's song, My Medea. Been bouncing around my head in three different versions and fianlly go this one down. Have fun, history lays claim to them.
Medea.
The name leaves a bitter, but familiar taste in her mouth at the thought. She knows that Philip showed him those caves today, that he'd told him that warning of Medea. What made it worse was the fact that she knew, she knew she was like Medea. Too much, she knew. She'd once loved Philip as intensely as Medea had Jason, and he'd more or less abandoned her. But Alexander.
She bit her lip, rocking slightly on her bed.
Yes, she would put Alexander through hell and high water to make him what she knew he was. She'd push him for excellence, but she wouldn't bear to have his blood dropped so unnecessarily, not unless it was to further him. But that was where it ended, firmly so.
She'd never do something that extreme. Never.
She had more control than Medea.
(that's what she told herself, but she didn't think it was true)
