#ft. hercules

[diamcndgirl]

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penelope hardly ever frequented the gym. she was much more of an at home work out kind of girl. not to mention with taking karate classes two nights a week she didn’t really see the point in going to the gym. that was until she was doing a skype call with her mother. who like always decided it was a good idea to comment on her daughter figure. she wasn’t exactly polite in saying that her ‘gut’ was poking out. which sent poor penelope into a tizzy. as soon as the video chat ended she found herself sat on the kitchen floor shoveling ice cream in her mouth as fast as she could. crying didn’t help anymore.. it didn’t make her feel better. her mother was practically the only person in the world who could comment on her body and make her feel inadequate. the rest of the world? she didn’t mind.

but alas her she stood in front of some goliath of a machine not having a clue what it was for. the blonde stood there for a moment rethinking her entire decision to even come to the gym.. but after the fees she figured at least one solid work out was needed. this thing was foreign to her.. maybe she’s supposed to sit down on it and pull the lever thing? she was so uncertain. her head whipped around at every direction seeing if their was someone who could help. “excuse me!” she called over to a red head. “uhm, i need some help i’m afraid.. could you maybe help me figure this machine out?” did he work there? maybe.. if not they seemed to fit the bill of person who would know. 

( @zerot0hero​ )

[wontsaymeg]

Dear Megara, 

Aplogises for not contacting you sooner I wanted to text you but the temptation to call you was too great… and I didn’t think that would be wise for me to do at this time.

I wanted to apologise for ditching you at the gala. It was wrong of me to act so rash and leave you there. I was in shock. Finding out my uncle wants to harm me was a hard pillow to swallow but finding out you have working with him was what really stung. I understand the nature of your agreement and I apologise for how he chooses to make his demands – I promise not all gods are as cruel. 

What I really wanted to confess to you is perhaps why I reacted the way I did. You see Megara… I was falling for you hard, fast and stupid. I would have done anything you asked me to, which in hindsight is probably better that you know this now rather than earlier. This is why I felt so betrayed and why I was so hurt. I guess what I am trying to say is that I think I was in love with you – and I foolishly thought you might have been in love with me too. 

I will keep my word and try to save your soul from Hades, you deserve better than to be treated like a pawn in a game between Gods. Please understand why I cant see you anymore. 

I am sorry that it has to be this way. I hope that I can retrieve what is rightfully yours so you have the power to make your own choices once again. Hold onto that hope if you find it difficult. 

Thank you for the light you brought into my world . I will miss your smile. 

All my best, 

Hercules. 

[eviewolff-blog]

bringing a swimsuit was the last thing evie expected for the middle of march, still much too cold in new york and she doubted that stockholm was any warmer, but hey. there was a spa and a pool, so why the hell not? now, she was in that pool, heated, indoors, and utterly empty besides her. she didn’t have a problem with the rest of the untouchables, but things could be loud and eventually grind on her nerves. this might be just what she needed. an endless week of partying, drama she could safely observe from the outside, and a flowing supply of alcohol. this was where her new album would be composed in no time.

when the door to the pool opened, evie resisted the urge to groan, to roll her eyes, and closed her ever present notebook. she pushed it away, far away from where the water could make the pages swell and the ink run. when she saw who it was that had come in, she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. don’t look in the notebook. hopefully she’d cultivated a reputation that anyone who looked in her notebook might not live to tell the tale. 

she didn’t speak right, sticking the pen she’d been using into the bun in her hair and leaning back. “hey,” she hummed, closing her eyes.

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