(𝕟𝕠𝕥) 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

MEGHAN LEOS

[rottenloves]

( HENRYK! ) 

He was confused about what might be happening, mostly because he didn’t know what she might be referring to. However when she spoke, he nodded his head a little bit. Henryk had met a lot of people throughout his travels with his birth parents, however, he didn’t remember the girl in front of him.  Part of him wondered if she wasn’t telling him the truth when she answered his question, mostly because it didn’t make sense that she would ask him if they had met before if they really hadn’t. 

Henryk had stayed quiet for a moment, just waiting to see what was going to happen next. Part of him considered kindly parting ways in order to get back to his run, but before he had committed to it, she asked him for his name. “It’s Henryk Panhellenios.” He answered, knowing it wasn’t a name most people heard, but one that he was proud of. Another moment of silence came between them, but now he was intrigued as he noticed her voice grow a little softer with her last question. “What’s your name?” He asked, returning the question to her this time. He didn’t know why, but there seemed to be a bit of a draw towards her. 

NO. SHE HADN’T HEARD THE NAME BEFORE. it was an unusual one at that, but meg wouldn’t voice her judgement (people tended to be picky about their names). and she suddenly felt something all too familiar to her -- disappointment. at what exactly? she wasn’t quite sure nor was she too keen to find out, despite her initial curiosities suddenly pushing her towards him and yet neither could she pull away. a simple ‘goodbye’ after his response and that would be the end of it and she was still there, curious to see what would happen. 

while her intrigue stayed, the softness in her voice seemed to distill as she stood up straighter, looking at him directly in the eyes. “meghan leos. my friends would call me meg, if i had any.” it was her dry attempt at humour, the most cliche line she could have thought of with a pathetic element of truth to it. she liked meg more than she liked meghan (the h made no sense) but not many people knew her name, let alone called her that. not to mention the painful memories of a soft voice parroting her name in the distance... the thought subconsciously pierced a frown into her expression.

[suzy-ssi]

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[rottenloves]

( HENRYK! ) 

Some would think after working in a gym all day, someone would get tried of working out, but Henryk actually felt himself get the chance to relax whenever he was able to work out. Even more so when he got the chance to go for runs. Sleep sometimes decided that it really wasn’t his friend, so he found himself out running in the middle of the night. Luckily it was a pretty safe town, so he didn’t have to worry about much when it came to being in any danger. However, he must’ve really been out of it when he felt himself run into something, although embarrassment hit him when he noticed it was someone, not something. His mouth opened to apologize when suddenly she spoke and he felt himself pause. 

Looking around, mostly to confirm that she was talking to him, he realized it was just him and answered. “Um, yes? I was the one who through Frisbee? The one you sarcastically claimed could’ve taken your head off.” He replied, not sure if that was the actual answer that she might’ve been looking for. Looking her over, and taking in the expression she wore on her face, he asked his own question, wanting to get more information on what she might’ve been talking about. “Is there another time that you believe we’ve met?” He asked, curious as to what her answer might be. 

THAT ANSWERED ONE PART OF HER QUESTION, but in the back of her mind, meg knew that that wasn’t just the case. eyeing the man before her with narrowed (curious) eyes, she stood up a little straight -- on guard. “... yeah, i guess that’s the only place we’ve ever met...” she trailed off. that’s the only time they’ve ever met and she couldn’t recall even getting his name. so why did she feel that she was still missing pieces in a puzzle she wasn’t even aware of? her head began to ache with the multiple questions running through her head, questions that didn’t necessarily have answers and certainly came out of nowhere.

his question seemed to snap her out of her own little funk, blinking out the confusion clearly visible on her expression before looking back up at him. “no. no, i don’t think so.” she replied, trying to sound as sure as she could despite feeling the exact opposite. meg certainly wasn’t used to keeping conversations, usually ending an interaction like this with a brief ‘goodbye’ before carrying on her merry way and hopefully never bumping into someone again (despite that being a long shot). tilting her head to the side slightly, her voice was much softer than before -- not as harsh. “what’s your name?” maybe that would help. 

[rottenloves]

STRANGE DREAMS ONCE AGAIN of a time she couldn’t recognise in a body that felt no different from hers. meg has had the same visions for as long as she can remember, her voice in a different tone, her face a different person’s, her body, hair... all different. but her mind -- no one but her own. but there was a familiar sort of pain that wasn’t too far off from hers, from betrayal and hurt. but in her dreams there was a difference - a man. one guy -- out of everything that could have made her felt better, it was that one person who she’d never met. someone who she felt she could trust, despite not even knowing his name. 

it even came during naps. the last one was both vivid and vague, one she couldn’t remember too well despite seeing faces. enough to kick her out of bed and take a walk (it was hard for meg to relax after them). eyeing the path bellow her, watching as her feet unconsciously followed the pattern of the path, her forehead suddenly came into contact with something (or someone) and she stumbled back in mild annoyance before looking up. that’s when her eyes narrowed again, tilting her head to the side. “... have we met?” she answered, absolutely sure that she’d seen the man somewhere (anywhere) recently. 

@holdingoutforhero

[rottenloves]

(  HENRYK.  ) 

Henryk had continued to look over to see if he could find it before she mentioned where it had gone. Finally spotting it, he jogged over real quick before stopping to hear what she had to say. “Well, I kind of doubt the plastic Frisbee would’ve take your head off. Maybe hurt a little, but full decapitation? Seems like a bit much for this flimsy thing.” 

MEG HAD ALREADY DECIDED THAT SHE DID NOT LIKE THIS GUY. for whatever reason it was, she narrowed her eyes at him before a soft huff pushed past her lips and she hugged her knees closer to her chest. “didn’t see it was a frisbee, first of all. second of all, it was sarcastic. that was a sarcastic comment - i, in no way, thought that it would have properly decapitated me, let’s just get that straight.” 

[rottenloves]

( HENRYK. )

Henryk had been out with some friends, having been talked into yet another game of ultimate Frisbee. It was his turn to catch, but unfortunately he missed it. There were laughs from his friends around him, but he was easily able to ignore them as he took off towards where he believed it was. As he looked, he heard someone’s voice and paused a moment before realizing she was talking to him. “Oh, um…I wasn’t…” He pointed back behind him before turning back to her. “I was actually looking for something. Sorry if I bothered you.” 

THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THE SUDDEN WHIZZ PAST HER HEAD, but meg hadn’t taken the time to open her eyes and look around at what it was exactly (call her uninterested --). however, as she eyed the man stood just a few feet away from her, she nodded her head towards where she imagined whatever he was looking for had landed. “somewhere over there. could’ve taken my head off, you know. ” maybe she was getting too ahead of herself, not everyone was after her, after all -- 

[rottenloves]

meghan leos 

twenty-four // assistant // megara

[rottenloves]

THE HEAT FELT COMFORTABLE ON HER BARE SKIN as she leaned back on her arms, feeling the grass tickle between her fingertips. it hadn’t been this warm in what felt like years – the cold still wedged deep into her bones and the naked sensation she felt of not wearing layers upon layers of clothing. the warmth of the sun was a distant yet welcome feeling, closing her eyes only to see orange through her thin lids. the next time she opened her eyes was to look for her bottle of water, laying somewhere near her until her gaze crossed another’s. still adjusting her eyes, meg’s brows furrowed in both curiosity and mild irritation as she called out – “take a picture, why don’t you? i charge by the shot.”

[worldthatilivein]

Suzy’s first solo album <Yes? No?> gallery

[rottenloves]

that’s meghan leos walking down the street, the twenty-four year old, who looks like bae suzy. here in apple peak, they work as an assistant in town hall. some say she acts like meg from hercules, since she can be outspoken, but also a little bit cynical. 

tw: infidelity; illness.

when meg was much younger, she adored fairytales -- particularly the romance of it all. the knights in shining armour, the damsels in distress, the beautifully grand weddings. she simply couldn’t get enough of it! a hopeless romantic since a young age, she had always admired the relationship her parents had: two hopelessly in love people who saw the world in each other and meg had sworn she would meet someone like that one day. 

until her father cheated on her mother. that’s when the dream was destroyed. it had been going on long enough for the other woman to have gotten pregnant and as soon as her mother had found out, she took the young meg and left to go stay with her parents. her mother was never the same after that, cynical of all men and untrusting of most people besides her daughter. meg, at the time still so naive, couldn’t understand why her father had left but she saw the effect it had on her mother and at that time, began questioning romance (a sprout of doubt in her mind). 

her mother wouldn’t let her have a boyfriend, scared that she would get hurt and turn out like her. but meg didn’t listen -- when she was 17, she met a boy just a year older than her and the two hit it off immediately. absolutely head over heels in love, meghan finally let the secret out to her mother about her relationship when she was of age and was just about to move in with her boyfriend (this broke her mother’s heart) 

but alas, it seemed the leos women’s luck with men just didn’t last. her boyfriend became terribly ill, bed-ridden in hospital for days that turned into weeks that turned into months. the financial strain it put the couple in was enough for meg to pull out loan after loan in order to pay the hospital bills (her boyfriend had no insurance). she was bled dry of her finances, barely able to feed herself at night, debt weighing heavily on her. 

her boyfriend made it out of the hospital alive, much to her relief -- and she thought things would start to look up (her finances, however, were still in a mess and he knew this) until she stumbled in on her boyfriend with one of the nurses at the hospital. needless to say that that was the day meg’s outlook on life took the turn for the worse. 

it didn’t take long for her to return back home to her mother, who was heartbroken that her daughter had turned into her: cynical of the world without a single shed of trust for anyone besides herself. but at least the leos women had each other and meg swore that she would never fall in love ever again. 

so she turned her back completely on the whole idea of romance, promising to never let her life be led on someone else’s leash. unfortunately, the debt was still heavy on her shoulders and meg couldn’t shake that off easily. so she moved to a different town -- apple peak -- for university, eventually finding a job as a town hall assistant where every pay check went back to her loan shark’s wallet. she’s trying to make a new life for herself now, independent and alone and away from anyone that may possibly hurt her.