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"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress; have a nice day."

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i-wontsayit · 11 years

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Walking about the football field behind the school, Meg anxiously took drag after drag of her cigarette. The air was cold and crisp around her as she slowly took her time crossing the field that appeared to be in desperate need of a mowing. Her mind going in several different directions. It went from her mistake with Hades and trying to win back her life to how she had met Hercules. Her heart ached at the thought of the golden haired wonder. How her betrayal to not only him, but herself as well, and now to Hades, had left her with no other choice than to run away from her old life.

Now, as she stopped momentarily, Meg thought only of Hades. How she had ran into him in the halls and how the only thought she could muster was how to, once again, escape him. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be apart of her lie anymore. This was supposed to be a clean slate for her. Where she could start over, get a fresh start and finally live her life. But he was here. And her life, she suspected, was to become a pawn in his schemes and be his little Nutmeg again.

It was a miserable existence. To have someone only pay you mind because you were nice to look at and had a pretty face. But her thoughts were put to an end as a boy with ginger hair collided in her path. Sending them both cascading to the ground with a thump.

they say we must be high when we're spreading love [ petara ]

Peter watched as Michael twirled in the tall wheat grass, smoking a cigarette between his lips and threading tiny white clovers into a crown. The younger boy spread his arms as he spun, throwing his brunette head back in laughter before casting a look at his brother.

"Having fun?" Peter chuckled, removing his cigarette from his lips and holding it between his fingers. Michael nodded enthusiastically, bending down to caress the petals of a daisy that craned its face towards the brilliant sun. "This campus is pretty nice, I guess."

And it was. Walt sat squat on the coast of France. The old brick building towered high into the blue skies, surrounded by thick green fields where the students could hang out. To Peter, it looked like the perfect place for a sesh or a party, or possibly even some lovemaking.

Peter lifted his head up from his observations, his fingers returning his cigarette to his mouth and expertly finishing off his crown. He placed the woven flowers atop his ginger curls. The action made him think momentarily of Wendy, and his heart ached with how much he missed her, that he was here at this dumb school with out his best friend. He shook off the thought; it was better for her that he’d left. He righted his train of thought and grinned at Michael, who grinned back with his dimpled smile. Then, the boy took off running.

"Michael!" Peter shouted, standing up as well. His younger brother looked back at him, beckoning him into the chase. Peter huffed out his name again, amusement clear in his voice. "Michael!"

The ginger boy leaped into a sprint, cackling out a laugh as he ran after his brother.

#paras #OMG I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

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i-wontsayit · 11 years

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As she took a drag of her cigarette, Meg raised her eyebrows at the boy. He spoke like her knew her, which was laughable really. Like he had really gotten to know her. Neil didn't know the first thing about her and that was evident in the way he spoke to her. In the way he said he considered her a friend. Megara didn't need friends, she was better off alone. Everyone just ends up hurting you in the end anyways. But then the stabbing memory of her sister's betrayal haunted her in the back of her mind. It nagged at her to take the bone Neil was throwing her. Turning her gaze to the awkward little tot sitting next to her, her curls blowing slightly in the breeze, Meg blew the smoke in his direction. It danced around his image, swirling around and obscuring her vision of him as he stared at her with pure determination. "Why are you so determined to be my friend, Neil?" she said a hint of pain lingering in her tone. Maybe it was the way he was so confident with himself that made her begin to let the boy in. It wasn't much, but Neil had seen a side of Megara that very few were going to see after her life as Hades' little Nutmeg. She was vulnerable.

Neil heard Meg's hushed comment, but he tried to brush it off. He needed a friend. He refused to be an outcast again. No. Walt was suppose to different. A fresh start. Even if he had to lie, he was going to get his shot at happiness.

"Well...I consider you my friend. You're really the only person who I've gotten to know here." Neil said in a very matter-of-fact way. Meg reminded Neil of his best friend Norman (or at least how Norman was in the beginning of their friendship), with their 'I don't need friends, I'm better off on my own' complex. But if he could break Norman's shell, he believed he could break Meg's. "And honestly Meg, you're sitting outside, alone. It looks to me like you could use me.."

#you're fine #this is more intimate than i orignally planned

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i-wontsayit · 11 years

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She didn't need to see him to know that he was going to sit next to her. All she needed was to feel the sudden shudder of the chilled metal as another person place their weight on it. Taking a slow, deep breath, Meg turned her gaze to the boy who had earlier declared that he felt like a pimp. Neil was an awkward boy to say the least. Though if she were being honest, Meg was one quick to judge. But she was usually a very good judge of character. "Hi, Neil," she said a bit stiff, her eyes unmoving from their place somewhere distant, "I wouldn't exactly call us friends, kid." After all, they had just met and she wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. Friends was the last thing she needed. Especially since she discovered that the thorn in her side was also attending the boarding school she had fled to.

She couldn't make the mistake of making friends again. Not when she knew that all they would do was abandon her in the long run. "You'll just leave me anyways," although this was whispered and she had no idea if Neil heard her. Nor did she care.

Neil wandered out to the football field, his body involuntarily shivered from the crisp air. He pulled his hoodie closer to him, trying to horde as much warmth as possible. He needed to get way; be on his own for a bit. It wasn't that he didn't like people. On the contrary, he was a fucking social butterfly. But people tended to shy away from his...unique persona. He decided it best to gracefully ease his way into their lives (too bad he was a graceful as a rhino in china shop).

When in eye-sight of the score board, he saw her; Megara. He smiled, politely waved, and slowly approached her. "Hey girl. You look like you could use a friend" He said as he sat down next to her

#it was perfect

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i-wontsayit · 11 years

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Why are you here, Hades.

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Oh please don’t try to curb your enthusiasm, Meg my sweet.

#it's supposed to be a gif?#let me love you omg

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i-wontsayit · 11 years

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Popping Champagne || Meil

Gently tossing the bottle from palm to palm, Meg stared at the pink liquid through slightly slit eyes. Today was the day that was supposed to be her anniversary. But instead of spending it with who was once the love of her life, she was spending it alone in the football field of a boarding school. A bottle of champagne in hand. "Here's to Persephone," she called into the empty space of the field, raising the bottle to the field goal. As quickly as she could, Megara popped off the cork and raised the bubbling bottle to her lips. Allowing the fizzy liquid to slide down her throat as she titled her head to allow more of it in her mouth. "For doing me a favor," she finished.

#paras #sorry this is so short!#normally mine are super long

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