#this started off as me wanting to put heracles under a microscope and dissect him

[nemaliwrites]

here's a lil snippet of a heracles piece i've been noodling around with - not sure how i feel about this one characterization-wise, so maybe i will trash it but! a section for you <3

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the witch lift a finger; immediately, your hand comes up. She’s small, small enough that only a fraction of your strength will be necessary. You may not be able to kill her, but that doesn’t mean you can’t send a message. All it’ll take is her throat in your grip and—

“That one,” she says, pointing to a sigil of Hera. Tricksy, these witches. You manage to play the motion off by swiping the back of your hand against your mouth; it comes away red, sticky with pomegranate juice. If she’d noticed the motion, had even an inkling of just how close she was to returning to that Underworld of hers, she doesn’t let on.

“So, she’s aiding you, then?” you can’t help but ask, watching as she reaches for the boon. Pale green light washes over her, then, and when she opens her eyes, there’s a familiar hatred in them. “Just like that…”

“She’s family,” the princess says, as though that’s an answer. As though that explains anything.

As though you aren’t.