i wrote this in two minutes flat after reading the title of an omgcp zimbits fic lol. it's also partially inspired by letters from medea, which the lovely nina (charmed-life ) recommended to me.
'the heart is a muscle the size of your fist.' this is all medea whispers, all she thinks. she forms a fist and her thumb cracks and it feels like her heart is being squeezed. she doesn't normally fight with her fists, but when jason leaves her she makes an exception, because her heart is splintered and she wants all the bones in her hand to break too. she fights with her hand which is maybe also her heart and certainly the same size as it.
