there's a war inside my heart gone silent

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Megara Aesthetic

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~ H E R C U L E S ~

(modern au)

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[megara-valis]

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[megara-valis]

twopartscourage‌:

“Not for long.” He shrugged. He was pretty fast. He thought he could handle it, but her face wasn’t so sure. It was a weird look for Meg, and it tipped the whole night further into the surreal. “You worried about me?” He raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t meant for that to come out so incredulous, but at the moment, he didn’t think he could say it another way. Another lifetime ago, it would have meant a lot to him that Meg cared whether he got eaten by a monster, but now it was just… weird. Weird on top of weird.

He shook it off. Alcohol was a good idea, if it came to that. He patted her hand and stepped toward the back door, cracking it open to see if he could get a look at the thing. “You gonna stay here?” He had no idea whether she was planning to come outside with him. Meg was scrappy and also immortal, but he didn’t know how much help that would be in a fight with a harpy.

Whatever had been on her face crumpled into annoyance -- but it was mostly because she’d been caught.  Or, at least, if anyone asked, that’s what she would tell them.  She wasn’t entirely sure she trusted her feelings right now when it was late and she wanted to go home.  “I mean... yeah.  Shouldn’t I be?  Just stop asking stupid questions and let’s do this.” 

She stepped forward to follow him, but his question made her wonder.  “Do you want me to stay here?” She asked, unsure if she was being contrary or not.  

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Megara

[megara-valis]

surrenderxdorothy‌:

“Most people think different things are awesome than me.” She shrugged, not bothered by it, unless other people were bothered by it. Then she might get offended. “Hmm. Well, I like books and candy. And horror movies and Halloween. I also like meeting people from the books I read,” she added with a little laugh. It happened a lot in Fableton, but it didn’t really get old.

Meg chuckled.  There was really nothing in the list of likes that set off alarm bells or whatever.  Plus, there was only a very small chance she was making one thing mentioned come true.  “I can’t say I’ve ever gotten into horror movies or horror books. What do you enjoy about those?” 

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[megara-valis]

twopartscourage‌:

Hercules wasn’t a big thinker, but he liked monsters the way some guys liked sports. He tried to never use his strength against humans because it gave him an unfair advantage, but he was made to fight monsters. It was one of the only things he’d ever been good at. He didn’t really have to mull it over; the answers came easily enough. Harpies regenerated except around an embedded blade, and fire was the only sure way to kill it. “Get it down to my level and start a fire.” He grinned. “Got any gasoline?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ain’t harpies Hades’ minions? Maybe he’s tryin’ to tell you something.” If that were the case, Herc didn’t want to begin to imagine what that message might be. Surely, something entirely too messed up for him to meddle in.

Meg arched an eyebrow at him.  “Starting a fire isn’t exactly my specialty.  And wouldn’t you be in the way of a fire?”  She tightened her grip on his arm slightly, unsure where the wave of nostalgia came from that made that feel like way too big of a risk.  “I’m a little short on gasoline, but I’m pretty sure alcohol is flammable.  We can figure something out if we need to.” 

She snorted and shook her head.  “That might be worse than breaking up with a text message.  But if that’s the case, I’ll worry about it later.  Let’s apparently torch this thing or whatever.  It’s late.”

[megara-valis]

surrenderxdorothy‌:

The only geography she knew came because she liked books, and sometimes they had maps in them. She probably knew the layouts of some fictional worlds better than this actual one. “It is? I’ll have to remember that,” she laughed. They apparently had differing opinions on three-headed dogs though because Dorothy bounced a little in excitement. “That’s so awesome! Is he here?” She wanted to know what the odds were of running into this three-headed dog and if she should be trying harder to make it happen.

Meg laughed and shrugged.  “If he is, I don’t know about it.  I think you and I think different things are awesome, though.  I guess I should ask what other things you’re excited about before we get much further into this.”

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[megara-valis]

twopartscourage‌:

“Hey,” he said back, as though it wasn’t totally surreal to be standing in her empty club with an ax. It was weird to see Meg looking rattled, and it just added another layer of strangeness to the whole night.

“No problem. Been a while since I went monster hunting.” He grinned, and then he realized it wasn’t true. He’d fought a harpy not that long ago with another demigod. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that more than one had gotten through, and they just hadn’t realized it.

“Ran into a harpy about a week ago. Could be one of those.” He stepped toward the back door, tipping his head to see if he could confirm it by listening. Not that it mattered much, really. Hercules wasn’t one for extensive strategy.

Meg was only familiar with ancient creatures in the barest sense.  It had been a long-ass time since she’d had to deal with anything like it and, besides, they’d never really chased her.  She would have to take Herc’s word for it as to what the thing was or why it was even here.  She frowned. 

“Well I’m glad you’re happy about it,” she said with a stuttering chuckle, resting a hand on his arm because she could.  “Just tell me you know how to get rid of it. And maybe how I can avoid, like, invoking it again.” 

[itstherumorthelegendthemystery]

megara-valis‌:

Meg scowled, but it was in more of a frowning way.  She hadn’t actually been expecting him to share, but now that he had, she couldn’t bring herself to be a complete ass.  

“That sounds like a Greek tragedy.  Have you run afoul of any of the godhood or anything?  There are a bunch of them here.”  She shrugged.  “Crazy is relative.  What’s going on?” 

“I’m pretty sure the only “god” I run into on the reg is Hades. I know who caused it, I just can’t do anything about it. Legally.” Dimitri still wasn’t completely on the whole gods walk among us craze that Meg and Nikos seemed to believe. Hades was something else, there was no denying that, but god? Meh, he’d believe it when… well probably never. “I feel like this how you start blackmailing me. Find me when I’m at my weakest, start pumping me for information, then suddenly a nice little letter appears under my door. I’ve just misplaced some things is all.”

[megara-valis]

Meg shrugged. “Who cares about the legality?” She snorted. “Either you give me too much credit or you underestimate how much I have going on. I’m not bored enough to blackmail you.” Nor was she particularly motivated enough, because she doubted he had anything she wanted. “Like.... your coping mechanisms or common sense?” She wasn’t sure if she was being mean or joking, so she let it settle and chalked it up to ‘both.’

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[themightyhercules]

megara-valis‌:

Meg wasn’t entirely expecting a question from him, and she had to legitimately think about how to answer it.  

No, but I have fire extinguishers.  The big ones.

She bit her lip and thought on it some more, so her next text was a little delayed. 

You can come in through the front doors.  I just can’t leave through them and lock them.

But come in and grab whatever you want.   

“On my way.” He tucked his phone back into his pocket. It felt paranoid to grab the ax on his way out, but he’d rather be paranoid and have it than kick himself later for leaving it behind. He could bring it back in the morning before it was ever missed. He stowed it in the truck on his way there and hoped it wasn’t the one random time he got pulled over. It would be hard to explain.

He tried not to think about it too hard that Meg had asked him for help. He didn’t think that meant anything, except that they really were kind of friends now, but old Hercules definitely would have read into it–and knowing that he would have wasn’t a comfortable thought. Their whole relationship could be summarized as excruciating and awkward with a side of trying too hard, and while it was a lot less painful now, those habits were hard to break. There was a small part of him that was always going to be waiting for it to hurt again, and that wasn’t just Meg. It was his Greek life as a whole.

He was on alert as he parked the truck and headed for the door, but nothing attacked him. It did sound like there was something making noise behind the building. If he could hear it, it could probably hear him, so he didn’t linger. “Meg?” He entered cautiously through the front door. She was expecting him, but still, he didn’t want to startle her.

[megara-valis]

Meg sort of doubted the wisdom in leaving the front door unlocked when something was in the back. However, she thought she’d glimpsed something like feathers on whatever the thing was, which meant chances were low it had hands to grasp the handles on the doors.

She still breathed a small sigh of relief when Hercules called her name. She’d been pacing back and forth between her limited visibility in the back and her limited visibility in the front, and it was a relief to stop.

“Hey,” she greeted him casually, maybe a little breathless. “Thanks for coming. It’s still out there, but I have no idea what it is.”

[surrenderxdorothy]

megara-valis‌:

“What’s Kansas?” Meg asked.  It  only sounded vaguely familiar and she’d been confused too many times during this conversation.  “This may sound like a strange question, but how many heads does he have?  I really only like dogs with one.” 

“Oh, you know how New York is a state in the United States? Kansas is a state too, except it’s somewhere in the middle. And it’s awful,” she added conversationally. “It’s where I was before Oz.” It was Dorothy’s turn to raise her eyebrows in skeptical surprise. “Just the one. You know some dogs with more than one head?” Her tone implied but didn’t say because that sounds awesome.

[megara-valis]

Meg hummed as she absorbed the information Dorothy had given. She had studied about the layout of the new world, but it has admittedly been more of an overview than anything else. “The middle is always the worst part of anything,” she opined. The neutrality of it was a little wiped out with her short, one-note chuckle. “I admittedly have a skewed sample but he’s got three heads and I don’t care for any of them.”

[megara-valis]

itstherumorthelegendthemystery‌:

“Well…” was he really going to tell her? It’s not like he really had anyone else anyway. “Since you asked, Anya broke up with me. No, actually that doesn’t really fit because she doesn’t even remember me to break up with me. So I have been forgotten, completely. Also I’m pretty sure I’m going a bit crazy so that’s fun.”

Meg scowled, but it was in more of a frowning way.  She hadn’t actually been expecting him to share, but now that he had, she couldn’t bring herself to be a complete ass.  

“That sounds like a Greek tragedy.  Have you run afoul of any of the godhood or anything?  There are a bunch of them here.”  She shrugged.  “Crazy is relative.  What’s going on?” 

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[megara-valis]

twopartscourage‌:

“No problem,” he sent back. He was about to tuck the phone back into his pocket when her next message came through, and his frown deepened at the words. He’d assumed it was a person harassing her, but ‘something’ could cover a lot of ground, especially for them. He thought about asking if she could narrow it down, but he didn’t want her to put herself in danger trying to get a better look at it.

Hercules hadn’t been much for weapons even in his proper time period, and he didn’t carry one around Fableton. He did better with his hands, and if that didn’t work, he could always just throw something heavy at it. Meg was probably fond of her car though, and not as a monster-crushing mechanism. “Got an ax in your freezer?” If not, he could grab the one from the Jolly Roger. He’d feel weird carrying it halfway across town, but it’d be worse not to have it if they needed it.

Meg wasn’t entirely expecting a question from him, and she had to legitimately think about how to answer it.  

No, but I have fire extinguishers.  The big ones.

She bit her lip and thought on it some more, so her next text was a little delayed. 

You can come in through the front doors.  I just can’t leave through them and lock them.

But come in and grab whatever you want.   

[megara-valis]

surrenderxdorothy‌:

“I don’t really want to go anywhere else, especially if it’s back to Kansas,” she admitted. She especially didn’t want to go anywhere without her friends. “That’s true. I wasn’t in Oz for nearly this long. Toto is my dog.”

“What’s Kansas?” Meg asked.  It  only sounded vaguely familiar and she’d been confused too many times during this conversation.  “This may sound like a strange question, but how many heads does he have?  I really only like dogs with one.” 

[megara-valis]

‘cause i have sent for a warrior || meg & herc

[megara-valis]

twopartscourage‌:

Hercules wasn’t always the last person at The Jolly Roger, but he closed a couple times a week. He preferred to work days so his time off more closely matched Tiana’s, but the schedule didn’t always work out like that. He’d taken the job when he first got to Fableton because it didn’t rely on any of his demigod abilities and Hook took pity on him. Now that he was in control of his strength, he was thinking about a change. He didn’t yet know what it would be, but he wasn’t so against the Greek side of himself now that it wasn’t constantly ruining his life.

He was just wrapping things up at the bar when his phone buzzed from his pocket. Meg wasn’t the person he expected to see on it, and a twinge of unease went through him even before he swiped open the message. At this time of night, it was either a drunk text or a crisis, and he wasn’t really the person Meg drunk texted. “Sure. You at the club or the clinic?” he sent back. Then he sent a quick text to Tiana letting him know why he’d be late. He didn’t lie to her, and she was secure enough he didn’t think she’d be bothered. Even if he’d still hated Meg, he wouldn’t have said no. That was a problem for another time.

Meg didn’t realize she was holding her breath, awaiting his reply, until the reply came through.  The release wasn’t just air from her lungs, but tension from her shoulders.  She could admit, to herself at least, that she was shaking a little from the letdown as she texted him back.  The club.  Thanks.  I owe you.   She thought long and hard about leaving it there, just letting him stumble on whatever was out there.  He was good in a fight, was supernaturally strong regardless of time or place, and he could handle it.  Still, some warning seemed warranted.  

Fair warning, there’s something in the parking lot.  You might want to bring your fight face.  And maybe a weapon.

As soon as the message was sent, she felt better all over again.  It didn’t make any sense.  While she and Hercules had gotten to a much better place, she hadn’t ever felt quite so relieved it was him coming.  She’d asked him for  very little overall, and she was sure she hadn’t asked for anything quite like this. She debated again the merits of calling Hades, but she talked herself out of it.  She may have been a damsel in slight distress, from her safe building, but she could handle this.  She had other resources.  She wasn’t some needy little girl that he had to come rescue all the time.