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rubs my dirty little hands together ➵ @megaerans

#⸻ ✧ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 : ( rendered whipless )#( surprise i remade )#( gonna make this my pinned post )#( you can find me over there )

hngh thinking of a remake....

#⸻ ✧ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 : ( rendered whipless )#( just a little something to reset the tags and the theme and my portrayal )#( i love meg sm and i want to do her justice )

hadesbound·:

@megaerans gets a thingy

He’s nervous. Parchment feels rough against unusually clammy palm, as if splinters will pierce his skin at any moment if he’s not careful. He doesn’t think she’ll be upset with what he has for her. It’s just the circumstances under which he actually gives it to her which is the issue (discretion is key here). Flame-licked feet carry him into the lounge and he hopes that his features can cool their expressivity for a moment as to not give him away. It only takes a moment for the note to be pressed into her hand and he’s walking away, around the perimeter of the room for quick chats with the chef and the merchant before he’s out of there.

MY CHAMBER, 5 MINUTES.

He follows his own scrawled directions, retreating back to his one place of solace in this whole HOUSE to wait for her arrival, the lump in his throat only too happy to stay and witness the impending action.

megaera had been nearly walking on air for the past few work cycles, still practically floating from the implications of what zagreus had done for her . they would be MARRIED . and not only that , but it would - perhaps - take some of the heat off of her with regards to zagreus' little escape plan . that maybe he'd be able to go up against her sisters more often , or - the best solution, really - he'd realize he didn't have to spend every waking moment trying to escape.

he could breathe a little between his attempts , could savor some of their little life down here , until he made an entire domain for them , away from the power games of olympus and the contracts of the underworld .

the man of her thoughts comes up to her but he doesn't linger - she's almost disappointed to find out that's the case , but then he presses something into her hand , and it's all she can do to wait until he's moved on to actually read it . he's never been one for subtlety , that's for sure , but he's making an effort and that's all she can really ask for .

he leaves the lounge , and she waits a suitable amount of time before taking her own leave . she glowers at a few shades as she passes by , entering the prince's chambers with her game face on , closing the door behind her .

❛ what is it , zagreus ? ❜ she asks, keeping her tone neutral, in case it turns out that they aren't alone . she doesn't sense anyone else in the room save for zagreus , but there are plenty of gods who can slip beneath her notice . she's trained for mortals , after all . it's only zagreus' mortal blood that makes her take such exception to his location at all times - that , and her undeniable attraction to him , coupled with her duties to the house .

#hadesbound #⸻ ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 : ( novel exchanges )#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( hades game )#( she's just protecting herself i promise she still is excited abt the engagement )

@singofus ↬ dusa 🐍

meg acknowledges how hard her friend works to keep the house in working order . there's much that goes into that : the care and keeping of cerberus , the ichor soaked river , the wandering shades , the prince , the master's temper - it all requires a careful balancing act . there's something about her can-do attitude that makes her seem as if she could take on the entire world and win . meg is curious about that aspect of her -- how it could exist so neatly within her work, yet leaves the other aspects of the young house keeper's life barren.

she usually keeps her observations to herself, not wanting to draw too much attention to dusa's own ways , lest she overwhelm her friend with praise . but today , as she watches dusa mentally check her mental to-do list , she looks at her friend and softly says , ❛ you know , you can't get blood from a stone . but i think if anyone could , it would be you . ❜

#singofus #⸻ ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 : ( novel exchanges )#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( hades game )#( a very megaera compliment )

megaerans-blog

starter call !! like this post for a starter from this prompt list ; send in a number if you have a preferred line of dialogue you’d like

#( still doing these ! )

starter call !! like this post for a starter from this prompt list ; send in a number if you have a preferred line of dialogue you’d like

#⸻ ✧ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 : ( rendered whipless )#( i think i'm caught up on replies for meg )#( so lets have some fun starters )

shelvesandwhelves

get to know me meme: places [2/5]

Athens, Greece

“Athens, the eye of Greece, the mother of arts and eloquence.”

#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( athenian judgement )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

gorgonapologist

Sady Doyle

Edith Hamilton

Carl Rahl

Jess Zimmerman

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

#⸻ ✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : ( the thoughts that spin whip quick )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

ddeeric

girlboss, gaslight and gatekeep

#⸻ ✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 : ( what the others perceive )#⸻ ✧ 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : ( alecto and / or tisiphone )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

singofus·:

@megaerans continued from earlier (DUSA)!

Dusa had reluctantly let Meg leave, even with Ms Nyx there instead. Ms Nyx didn’t seem the type to be a protector like that. Admittedly she didn’t know much about the lady, but still she felt safer with her friend and trained protector here. Yet she of course couldn’t stop Meg from doing her job and Meg seemed concerned enough about an alert to need to go. The custodian was just very aware of why Nyx might be here. Already her hands were shaky.

Predictably, after checking in with how she was, Ms Nyx had stated that they did urgently need more information about what happened. Anything she remembered about her attacker and what they did. Dusa understood why, and so used all of her remaining courage to answer her questions.

By the end of it, her hands were shaking so hard that it took so long to write down the answers, but her throat ached from sobbing too much to speak at all. With some assurances about protection and guards that Dusa could barely hear, Ms Nyx then squeezed her hand and left. After that, it didn’t take more than a few minutes for Dusa to completely shut down. Despite the protection outside, she felt so unsafe. Her body went through cycles of sheer panic and then being unable to breathe and then a break where she became aware of her surroundings again. The cycle happening over and over.

When Meg arrived, the medical machines were going crazy with Dusa no longer hooked up to them. Instead, Dusa was pressed into a far corner of the room trembling and gasping for air, eyes glazed over in another reliving of the memory. Her bruised throat let out aching screams of terror.

megaera approaches the little studio , still mulling over hermes' offer . she shouldn't have accepted it so readily , but she didn't have much of a choice . her normal post wouldn't grant her such information , unless it was a target to be chased down and tormented , and she truly does believe that an exception can and should be made for her .

the uptick in guards at the studio gives her pause , but not more than the slight beeping that she can hear through the door . she gives a look to one of the guards , who cowers the slightest bit under her gaze . ❛ cover me . ❜

she slowly pulls the door open , hand on her gun as she enters the space . nothing looks overturned or out of place , but the beeping from the machines fills the air . a ragged breath , then another scream , and meg loses all composure , running around the corner to the living room where dusa had been set up .

the bed is empty , but she can see the frightened girl curled up in the corner . she puts her weapon away , nodding to the two guards to complete a sweep of the studio , while she slowly approaches dusa , squatting down before her .

❛ dusa ? dusa , it's meg . can you look at me ? ❜

#singofus #⸻ ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 : ( novel exchanges )#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( modern pursuits )

jiutea

the furies

#⸻ ✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 : ( what the others perceive )#⸻ ✧ 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : ( alecto and / or tisiphone )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

feral-ballad

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”

#⸻ ✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : ( the thoughts that spin whip quick )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

xshayarsha

✖ angelic; statuesquely beautiful, naïve, imperturbable, ever-forgiving.

✔ angelic; woundrous and wraithlike, ferally self-centered, shrouding in your inherent eeriness and unearthly aura solely for your own comfort. defensively clinging to the solace of this otherwordliness with teeth and claws. ² harrowingly beautiful in a lurid way, in remaining always undaunted and unmercilessly blunt. ³ intuitive and silently perceptive, more than if your flesh were covered in a thousand eyes, like an ophanim. ⁴ bound to an unexplainable belief in ulterior meanings, an underlying, inescapable prophetic sense; the world is riddled with symbols. you understand most of them. ⁵ unapollogetic messenger of what you believe in; caring but uncompromisingly genuine and outspoken; “do not be afraid”; meaning sometimes my truths are going to hurt, they have a ring of epiphany. but real revelation is always painful. and i will always speak my mind.

#⸻ ✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : ( the thoughts that spin whip quick )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

carfuckerlynch

[transcript: 1. you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.

2. hold my hand in yours, and we will not fear what hands like ours can do.

3. we’ll lay here for years or for hours, your hand in my hand, so still and discreet.

4. ME: What if we traded hands?

[pause]

ME: What if I gave you my hands & you gave me your hands?

YOU: What would that accomplish?

ME: We would have each other’s hands.

5. my hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

6. a digital painting of two hands intertwined against a dark background. the hands are red and grow brighter until their fingers glow gold where they’re laced together, palms down on the ground. there are gold stars around their interlocked fingers

7. here is my hand, he said. here is my hand that will not harm you. /end transcript]

no children— the mountain goats/the epic of gilgamesh— trans. danny p jackson/in a week— hozier/one act play in which not all problems can be solved, & not all problems are problems, but even so, some are— dalton day/in the western night— frank bidart/contact— @campanella/descending figures; epithalamium—louise glück

#⸻ ✧ 𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : ( the heart may wander )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

cindersteps·:

Zagreus smiles at her words, he’s known Megaera for long enough to know the meaning behind blunt words. Of course Persephone would come back and even if she didn’t, Zagreus would search for her again and again – Even fight his own physiology to travel the world above to find her, river styx be damned.

“I know she will. Yet there’s still a strange emptiness when she leaves, I feel the need to just lie down for a bit.” Zagreus looks up at the fury, “Don’t worry, we’ll get right back to slaughtering each other soon enough.”

a strange emptiness -- meg supposes she could understand that a little . though she has no parents of her own , much less a mother she needed to discover well into her adulthood , she could understand zagreus' attachment to the queen . with her here , everything felt softer -- less INTENSE. and they were happy , of course .

not that meg was privy to the inner workings of the royal family , and not that hades was an obvious man to read , but it still helped to have someone there to soften his impulses . he didn't care for nyx the same way he cared for the queen , that much was obvious . and megaera supposes that the same could be said of the whole realm , though nyx was their mother in many ways and forms .

❛ i get that , ❜ she says with a little shrug . ❛ and it's hardly a SLAUGHTER if both parties involved are armed . it's more elegant than that . ❜

at least , that's what she likes to think . it's not a slaughter , it's her doing her JOB . it's not a slaughter , it's a small FAILURE if he gets by her .

#cindersteps #⸻ ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 : ( novel exchanges )#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( hades game )

singofus·:

Hermes meets her gaze and gives a nervous smile when the gun is put away and one of his favourite canines sprints over to him. A light chuckle leaves him at their good nose and eagerness for treats. He really would have thought these three terrors would keep any intruder away. He supposed it really did depend where the dogs were at the time.

“Okay, okay big guy, here you go. Don’t tell your brothers.” Hermes feeds the dog a few treats and gives his head a pet. Looking over to the Fury, he nodded and smiled at the half-joke. Noticing her breath, Hermes straightens up and sends Cerberus back inside.

“Look, if you want. As soon as I know anything, I can call you. Fill you in.” It made sense that Megaera would want to know. She was one of the ones capable of getting revenge on this. “Maybe before I even tell your boss.”

she swallows a little at the proffered conditions . he would break the chain of command for her , and that sure would mean something coming from him . it would mean even more if she took him up on it . he looks at her with that same cocky grin , and as much as she wants to slap it off his face on principle , she knows she's in his DEBT.

( he must know it too . )

❛ yeah , that -- that would be great . ❜ she doesn't want to give him more credit than she already has , so she turns to make her way back down the footpath , around the HOUSE and to the little studio . with one final thought she turns around , golden eyes ascertaining the MESSENGER between the houses . ❛ just , don't aggrivate people further , okay ? i'd hate for my informant to be unable to speak . ❜

it is with that thought that she leaves him , heading back to her BEST FRIEND .

#singofus #⸻ ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 : ( novel exchanges )#⸻ ✧ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : ( modern pursuits )#( just a little something to finish up before moving over to dusa )

fearbehere

romantic devotion

take me to church, hozier / sappho / iris, the goo goo dolls / creation, michelangelo / church, fall out boy / love letter to fanny brawne, john keats / the pietà, michelangelo / a litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken

#⸻ ✧ 𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : ( the heart may wander )#⸻ ✧ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 : ( have i kept you waiting? )

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