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rubs my dirty little hands together ➵ @megaerans 

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hngh thinking of a remake....

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hadesbound·:

@megaerans gets a thingy

He’s nervous. Parchment feels rough against unusually clammy palm, as if splinters will pierce his skin at any moment if he’s not careful. He doesn’t think she’ll be upset with what he has for her. It’s just the circumstances under which he actually gives it to her which is the issue (discretion is key here). Flame-licked feet carry him into the lounge and he hopes that his features can cool their expressivity for a moment as to not give him away. It only takes a moment for the note to be pressed into her hand and he’s walking away, around the perimeter of the room for quick chats with the chef and the merchant before he’s out of there. 

MY CHAMBER, 5 MINUTES.

He follows his own scrawled directions, retreating back to his one place of solace in this whole HOUSE to wait for her arrival, the lump in his throat only too happy to stay and witness the impending action.

megaera   had   been   nearly   walking   on   air   for   the   past   few   work   cycles,   still   practically   floating   from   the   implications   of   what   zagreus   had   done   for   her   .   they   would   be   MARRIED   .   and   not   only   that   ,   but   it   would   -   perhaps   -   take   some   of   the   heat   off   of   her   with   regards   to   zagreus'   little   escape   plan   .   that   maybe   he'd   be   able   to   go   up   against   her   sisters   more   often   ,   or   -   the   best   solution,   really   -   he'd   realize   he   didn't   have   to   spend   every   waking   moment   trying   to   escape.

he   could   breathe   a   little   between   his   attempts   ,   could   savor   some   of   their   little   life   down   here   ,   until   he   made   an   entire   domain   for   them   ,   away   from   the   power   games   of   olympus   and   the   contracts   of   the   underworld   .

the   man   of   her   thoughts   comes   up   to   her   but   he �� doesn't   linger   -   she's   almost   disappointed   to   find   out   that's   the   case   ,   but   then   he   presses   something   into   her   hand   ,   and   it's   all   she   can   do   to   wait   until   he's   moved   on   to   actually   read   it   .   he's   never   been   one   for   subtlety   ,   that's   for   sure   ,   but   he's   making   an   effort   and   that's   all   she   can   really   ask   for   .

he   leaves   the   lounge   ,   and   she   waits   a   suitable   amount   of   time   before   taking   her   own   leave   .   she   glowers   at   a   few   shades   as   she   passes   by   ,   entering   the   prince's   chambers   with   her   game   face   on   ,   closing   the   door   behind   her   .

❛   what   is   it   ,   zagreus   ?   ❜   she   asks,   keeping   her   tone   neutral,   in   case   it   turns   out   that   they   aren't   alone   .   she   doesn't   sense   anyone   else   in   the   room   save   for   zagreus   ,   but   there   are   plenty   of   gods   who   can   slip   beneath   her   notice   .   she's   trained   for   mortals   ,   after   all   .   it's   only   zagreus'   mortal   blood   that   makes   her   take   such   exception   to   his   location   at   all   times   -   that   ,   and   her   undeniable   attraction   to   him   ,   coupled   with   her   duties   to   the   house   .

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@singofus ↬ dusa 🐍

meg   acknowledges   how   hard   her   friend   works   to   keep   the   house   in   working   order   .   there's   much   that   goes   into   that   :   the   care   and   keeping   of   cerberus   ,   the   ichor   soaked   river   ,   the   wandering   shades   ,   the   prince   ,   the   master's   temper   -   it   all   requires   a   careful   balancing   act   .   there's   something   about   her   can-do   attitude   that   makes   her   seem   as   if   she   could   take   on   the   entire   world   and   win   .   meg   is   curious   about   that   aspect   of   her   --   how   it   could   exist   so   neatly   within   her   work,   yet   leaves   the   other   aspects   of   the   young   house   keeper's   life   barren.

she   usually   keeps   her   observations   to   herself,   not   wanting   to   draw   too   much   attention   to   dusa's   own   ways   ,   lest   she   overwhelm   her   friend   with   praise   .   but   today   ,   as   she   watches   dusa   mentally   check   her   mental   to-do   list   ,   she   looks   at   her   friend   and   softly   says   ,   ❛   you   know   ,   you   can't   get   blood   from   a   stone   .   but   i   think   if   anyone   could   ,   it   would   be   you   .   ❜

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get to know me meme: places [2/5]

Athens, Greece

“Athens, the eye of Greece, the mother of arts and eloquence.”

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Sady Doyle

Edith Hamilton

Carl Rahl

Jess Zimmerman

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

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girlboss, gaslight and gatekeep

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singofus·:

@megaerans continued from earlier (DUSA)!

Dusa had reluctantly let Meg leave, even with Ms Nyx there instead. Ms Nyx didn’t seem the type to be a protector like that. Admittedly she didn’t know much about the lady, but still she felt safer with her friend and trained protector here. Yet she of course couldn’t stop Meg from doing her job and Meg seemed concerned enough about an alert to need to go. The custodian was just very aware of why Nyx might be here. Already her hands were shaky.

Predictably, after checking in with how she was, Ms Nyx had stated that they did urgently need more information about what happened. Anything she remembered about her attacker and what they did. Dusa understood why, and so used all of her remaining courage to answer her questions.

By the end of it, her hands were shaking so hard that it took so long to write down the answers, but her throat ached from sobbing too much to speak at all. With some assurances about protection and guards that Dusa could barely hear, Ms Nyx then squeezed her hand and left. After that, it didn’t take more than a few minutes for Dusa to completely shut down. Despite the protection outside, she felt so unsafe. Her body went through cycles of sheer panic and then being unable to breathe and then a break where she became aware of her surroundings again. The cycle happening over and over.

When Meg arrived, the medical machines were going crazy with Dusa no longer hooked up to them. Instead, Dusa was pressed into a far corner of the room trembling and gasping for air, eyes glazed over in another reliving of the memory. Her bruised throat let out aching screams of terror.

megaera   approaches   the   little   studio   ,   still   mulling   over   hermes'   offer   .   she   shouldn't   have   accepted   it   so   readily   ,   but   she   didn't   have   much   of   a   choice   .   her   normal   post   wouldn't   grant   her   such   information   ,   unless   it   was   a   target   to   be   chased   down   and   tormented   ,   and   she   truly   does   believe   that   an   exception   can   and   should   be   made   for   her   .   

the   uptick   in   guards   at   the   studio   gives   her   pause   ,   but   not   more   than   the   slight   beeping   that   she   can   hear   through   the   door   .   she   gives   a   look   to   one   of   the   guards   ,   who   cowers   the   slightest   bit   under   her   gaze   .   ❛   cover   me   .   ❜

she   slowly   pulls   the   door   open   ,   hand   on   her   gun   as   she   enters   the   space   .   nothing   looks   overturned   or   out   of   place   ,   but   the   beeping   from   the   machines   fills   the   air   .   a   ragged   breath   ,   then   another   scream   ,   and   meg   loses   all   composure   ,   running   around   the   corner   to   the   living   room   where   dusa   had   been   set   up   .   

the   bed   is   empty   ,   but   she   can   see   the   frightened   girl   curled   up   in   the   corner   .   she   puts   her   weapon   away   ,   nodding   to   the   two   guards   to   complete   a   sweep   of   the   studio   ,   while   she   slowly   approaches   dusa   ,   squatting   down   before   her   .   

❛   dusa   ?   dusa   ,   it's   meg   .   can   you   look   at   me   ?   ❜

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the furies

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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”

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✖  angelic; statuesquely beautiful, naïve, imperturbable, ever-forgiving.

✔  angelic; woundrous and wraithlike, ferally self-centered, shrouding in your inherent eeriness and unearthly aura solely for your own comfort. defensively clinging to the solace of this otherwordliness with teeth and claws. ² harrowingly beautiful in a lurid way, in remaining always undaunted and unmercilessly blunt. ³ intuitive and silently perceptive, more than if your flesh were covered in a thousand eyes, like an ophanim. ⁴ bound to an unexplainable belief in ulterior meanings, an underlying, inescapable prophetic sense; the world is riddled with symbols. you understand most of them. ⁵ unapollogetic messenger of what you believe in; caring but uncompromisingly genuine and outspoken; “do not be afraid”; meaning sometimes my truths are going to hurt, they have a ring of epiphany. but real revelation is always painful. and i will always speak my mind.

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[transcript: 1. you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.

2. hold my hand in yours, and we will not fear what hands like ours can do.

3. we’ll lay here for years or for hours, your hand in my hand, so still and discreet.

4. ME: What if we traded hands?

[pause]

ME: What if I gave you my hands & you gave me your hands?

YOU: What would that accomplish?

ME: We would have each other’s hands.

5. my hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

6. a digital painting of two hands intertwined against a dark background. the hands are red and grow brighter until their fingers glow gold where they’re laced together, palms down on the ground. there are gold stars around their interlocked fingers

7. here is my hand, he said. here is my hand that will not harm you. /end transcript]

no children— the mountain goats/the epic of gilgamesh— trans. danny p jackson/in a week— hozier/one act play in which not all problems can be solved, & not all problems are problems, but even so, some are— dalton day/in the western night— frank bidart/contact— @campanella/descending figures; epithalamium—louise glück

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Zagreus smiles at her words, he’s known Megaera for long enough to know the meaning behind blunt words. Of course Persephone would come back and even if she didn’t, Zagreus would search for her again and again – Even fight his own physiology to travel the world above to find her, river styx be damned.

“I know she will. Yet there’s still a strange emptiness when she leaves, I feel the need to just lie down for a bit.” Zagreus looks up at the fury, “Don’t worry, we’ll get right back to slaughtering each other soon enough.”

a   strange   emptiness   --   meg   supposes   she   could   understand   that   a   little   .   though   she   has   no   parents   of   her   own   ,   much   less   a   mother   she   needed   to   discover   well   into   her   adulthood   ,   she   could   understand   zagreus'   attachment   to   the   queen   .   with   her   here   ,   everything   felt   softer   --   less   INTENSE.   and   they   were   happy   ,   of   course   .   

not   that   meg   was   privy   to   the   inner   workings   of   the   royal   family   ,   and   not   that   hades   was   an   obvious   man   to   read   ,   but   it   still   helped   to   have   someone   there   to   soften   his   impulses   .   he   didn't   care   for   nyx   the   same   way   he   cared   for   the   queen   ,   that   much   was   obvious   .   and   megaera   supposes   that   the   same   could   be   said   of   the   whole   realm   ,   though   nyx   was   their   mother   in   many   ways   and   forms   .   

❛   i   get   that   ,      ❜   she   says   with   a   little   shrug   .   ❛      and   it's   hardly   a   SLAUGHTER   if   both   parties   involved   are   armed   .   it's   more   elegant   than   that   .   ❜  

at   least   ,   that's   what   she   likes   to   think   .   it's   not   a   slaughter   ,   it's   her   doing   her   JOB   .   it's   not   a   slaughter   ,   it's   a   small   FAILURE   if   he   gets   by   her   .   

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singofus·:

Hermes meets her gaze and gives a nervous smile when the gun is put away and one of his favourite canines sprints over to him. A light chuckle leaves him at their good nose and eagerness for treats. He really would have thought these three terrors would keep any intruder away. He supposed it really did depend where the dogs were at the time.

“Okay, okay big guy, here you go. Don’t tell your brothers.” Hermes feeds the dog a few treats and gives his head a pet. Looking over to the Fury, he nodded and smiled at the half-joke. Noticing her breath, Hermes straightens up and sends Cerberus back inside.

“Look, if you want. As soon as I know anything, I can call you. Fill you in.” It made sense that Megaera would want to know. She was one of the ones capable of getting revenge on this. “Maybe before I even tell your boss.”

she   swallows   a   little   at   the   proffered   conditions   .   he   would   break   the   chain   of   command   for   her   ,   and   that   sure   would   mean   something   coming   from   him   .   it   would   mean   even   more   if   she   took   him   up   on   it   .   he   looks   at   her   with   that   same   cocky   grin   ,   and   as   much   as   she   wants   to   slap   it   off   his   face   on   principle   ,   she   knows   she's   in   his   DEBT.   

(   he   must   know   it   too   .   )   

❛   yeah   ,   that   --   that   would   be   great   .   ❜   she   doesn't   want   to   give   him   more   credit   than   she   already   has   ,   so   she   turns   to   make   her   way   back   down   the   footpath   ,   around   the   HOUSE   and   to   the   little   studio   .      with   one   final   thought   she   turns   around   ,   golden   eyes   ascertaining   the   MESSENGER   between   the   houses   .   ❛   just   ,   don't   aggrivate   people   further   ,   okay   ?   i'd   hate   for   my   informant   to   be   unable   to   speak   .      ❜   

it   is   with   that   thought   that   she   leaves   him   ,   heading   back   to   her   BEST   FRIEND   .   

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romantic devotion

take me to church, hozier / sappho / iris, the goo goo dolls / creation, michelangelo / church, fall out boy / love letter to fanny brawne, john keats / the pietà, michelangelo / a litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken