AGLIOPHOBIA // MACROPHOBIA
Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.
Even Gods weren’t safe from harm in this world. They were mere mortals, walking alongside those who they’d ruled over, controlled, punished. Megara could barely concentrate in between the masses of far too eager bidders and their ‘efforts’ to cheer up their favorite. Greedy, little rats. Megara pushed away those who tried to get close, the loudest, the largest – she didn’t care who she had to fight to get closer to Hercules. With them bleeding out of their mouth and at the knuckles, Megara knew Hercules had already won, but at what cost. Did they even establish rule beforehand? Were they allowed to? Megara highly doubted they even cared if one died in these fights; all they cared about was a good show, the thrill of seeing people fight and battle one another, like Gladiators. Entering the ring many started to protest, yell at her for ‘interrupting’ the fight while Hercules’ opponent remained irresponsible, clearly knocked out. “Alright, alright! You all got your one on one duel, you can leave now. ‘Show’s over.” No, they wouldn’t fight again today, not with Megara being around to make sure of that.
As she softly pressed her hand against their shoulder to support them Megara would feel Hercules getting weaker, likelier to fall over, though as she tried to support them Hercules regained some of their strength, grinning in the process almost as to calm her down. “You don’t have to prove anything, Wonderboy. You’re already perfect, the way you are, including your weakness. No one can take away your strength, not even him.” Grabbing the nearest water bottle Megara let some of its content drip down into their mouth, then onto their hands to wash away some of the blood. Unable to wait she immediately took their hand into hers, softly caressing their rough hands. “Don’t,” she started before gulping causing her to restart her sentence “Don’t play by their rules, Wonderboy. I need you,” Megara whispered “I need you,” she repeated, her voice barely audible at this point.
Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.
These thoughts plagued her – a life void of them had been the disastrous outcome of the exodus. So close, yet so far – both were carefully planning each step, though it was Megara who blocked any further conversations, until now. She couldn’t stay away from Hercules, at least not forever. She had to thank them for her life, had to thank Hercules alone for regaining the ability to love, so love would be the answer, after everything. Standing close together just outside at the back of Holden’s law firm, Megara leaned against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted slightly. “Maybe a few more minutes,” Megara answered after seeing Hercules’ worried expression. With Fabletown just awakening and the sun rising, Megara didn’t count herself to all those lucky ones whose day had just begun, who weren’t hiding from death – alas, her reality looked so much more dim with Hercules being here. But them being here felt necessary, just right – like a jump into a pool despite all the warning signs telling them not to. “Come on, Wonderboy, cheer up. I’m still as fit as a fiddle, plus I’m a tough girl, Death’s got nothing on me. ‘Came back to life and all – I’m freaking Jesus,” Megara explained just to lighten the mood. Her smile vanished, as did her happy-go-lucky attitude “I’m doing everything in my power to make sure we’ll be alright in the end – you’ll be okay.”
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