Stars-Crossed

Muse Gorgon

Muse might have been thousands of years old, but that tone in Beckett's voice had offended him just a tad.

"This is Muse." Said the Devils daughter.

"He has snake moving on top of his head!" Beck hissed at Kasdeya.

"That answers your question." Zagon said.

"Medusa's son?" Asked Cassiopeia.

"No." Muse rolled his eyes. "I'm not even related to her."

He was asked that question many times. Muse was no where near kin to Medusa. His parents were just cursed, and he was born that way. And it wasn't so lucky for them- he couldn't control his snakes, and they ended up into stone, leaving Muse raised by someone new.

But in all Muse's year, all he wanted was a normal life. He only had half of one with his enchantment— other supernatural creatures were still about to sniff him out, which puts a risk to his life.

Muse looked up. It was a bad time to have released his enchantment, considering the sun was still beaming up above.

"Are you suppose to be killing him?" Beck asked. "I don't want to be here if you are."

"No!" Muse said defensive. "No one is killing me."

"I wasn't asking you, Snake Head." Beck glared. "What are we doing with him?" He turned to Zag and Kas.

"He's coming with us." Kas said with a sigh. "This trip is going to become more difficult by the minute."

"Can we like...go already—"

"Shut up, Moose." Beck said. "We are having a conversation."

"That I am now part of!" Muse said. "And it's Muse, not m-oo-se."

"What's the difference?" Cassi asked confused.

"Do I look like an animal to you?" Muse glared.

"Well—"

"Don't answer that." He snapped.

**

"Why are we still walking?" Muse complained, once again.

Zag had pulled them across the road from the Mexican restaurant, into the woods, where they have been walking for two hours, with no break. And no one even spoke beside Kas talking to her brother and Cassi talking to her friend, leaving Muse feeling alone and even more bored than usual, which did come often in his life span.

If there was one thing Muse knew, it was the how they looked at one another. The tension in their stomach, the slightly heavier breathing every time their eyes meet. Cupid had come for them all.

"Hey, guys." He said, squeezing between Cassi and Beck.

"Look, man, your snakes look cool and all, but they're kinda terrifying." Said Beck. "Can you put something over that?"

This time he wasn't at all offended. He hated hearing them hissing in his ears, he hated feeling them squirm all over his head, so he agreed, taking the beanie from Beck's cold hands.

"Better?"

"Thank you." Beck said sensorially.

"So," Muse wiggled his brows, "dating anyone?"

"No." Beck's deep voice rang, sending a strange shiver down Muse's back.

"How old are you two?" Muse asked.

"Sixteen."

"I'm sixteen." Replied Cassi's voice.

"Woah." Muse said. "I must be the oldest here — Immortals in love with Mortals. Mortals in love with Immortals. I could write a book on this life."