fiery-marigold:
As cute as he was at a distance, his awkward smile melted her heart. He seemed like such a sweet gentle soul which was… a weird thing because she’s seen him rip a door off a car before. “Farmers?” She asked, genuinely interested in what he had to say on the subject. “I hat brought you here then? It’s not exactly farm country.” She paused and laughed. “I’m nosy so if I overstep please tell me? It won’t upset me to be told to calm down.” She cocked her head “no. I’ve lived here my whole life. I’d like to go out and see everything one day though…. That sounds lovely.” She laughed. “Oh boy. You’re telling me! But that’s part of why I like it so much.” She admitted with a soft grin. “Never a dull moment.” She twitched her fingers, unaware that a small spark of flame assed between them as she talked to herc.
Originally posted by ofviolentdeath
HERCULES was beginning to think he was rambling way too much, despite the friends he’d made over the years he still found it incredibly awkward to talk to new people without screwing it up. “Yes yeah– well they mostly grew olives and grain– hot weather plants you know…” he stumbled, flushing at the mediocrity of it, it wasn’t exactly a edge of your seat story. “Uh family– they um, thought I should travel and you know– see other cultures and stuff– I’ve been in America almost ten years.” he explained. “No no never– I like it. No one really ever asks me questions so this is nice.” He smiled softly at her words. “Prentiss has its beauty but I think your heart would ache at the sight of a Santorini sunset, it’s magical.” he confessed “If you ever need any recommendations I have plenty for you”. His eyes flickered to her hands and he double took feeling alarm raise in his head. “–Was that– did you– are you holding a lighter?”
“Hm….” She said, cocking her head. “I hadn’t thought about that but it makes sense that olives are hot weather plants.” She grinned. “That’s actually pretty cool of them, to let you go, I mean. I know some parents like to hold on tight…. Nothing wrong with that though. Some children would love to have parents that cared so much.” She laughed, blushing softly. “Maybe one day. I’ve always loved the ocean.” Ironic, all things considering…. “It would be nice to sail and go to a new place entirely.” She doubted her dad would be keen on letting her go but it didn’t bother her all that much. At least he cared. He mentioned her hand and she had a knee jerk reaction to hide her hand. She stopped herself though. She could trust Hercules, she felt. “No…. Not a lighter…..” she brought her hand forward, letting the small ball of flame sit in her palm. “It’s my special talent… it’s why I live here….”













