Disconnected. || Hercules & Megara.
Megara closed the gorgeous heavy door to Hercules' home on a furious Phil who was still shouting behind it. For the first time ever, Hercules hadn't shown up to a training session and Phil was acting as if it was a regular occurrence. Meg couldn't blame the hero for wanting to take at least one day off, but it was completely out of character for him to do so without letting anyone know and apologizing one hundred times right after. Meg was mindlessly painting nothing in particular on a canvas that she thought he had already left for training and was already thinking of what they could do for fun when he returned. Yet, he was missing.
Her auburn locks trailing after her, Meg made her way around the beautifully constructed home for any signs of the hero. "Wonderboy?" She called, her voice echoing throughout the marble structure. After searching room after room until she finally reached the last one, she made her way out the back and into the garden. The place she would always hold special in her heart for thousands of reasons. The sun was settling so the flowers were slowly beginning to call in a night and the water in all of the fountains was twinkling so beautifully Meg could only describe the scenery as magical. It reminded her of the beauty that was Mount Olympus and she often wondered if Hercules saw it the same way and sought comfort in it.
"Where are you Wonderboy?" She thought allowed, wrapping her arms around herself when a cold gust of wind caused goosebumps to crawl behind her neck. She bit the inside of her cheek and made her way over to the last fountain, the one Hercules had skipped a rock on, causing the statue masterpiece to lose both of its arms. She sat helplessly on the side and delicately placed her fingertips in the cool water, swirling it over her reflection. Thoughts immediately began patronizing her. Had someone kidnapped him? Or worse? Meg chewed on her bottom lip and shook her head, standing up quickly. "C'mon, I know you're out here..."
