(𝕟𝕠𝕥) 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

He was confused about what might be happening, mostly because he didn’t know what she might be referring to. However when she spoke, he nodded his head a little bit. Henryk had met a lot of people throughout his travels with his birth parents, however, he didn’t remember the girl in front of him.  Part of him wondered if she wasn’t telling him the truth when she answered his question, mostly because it didn’t make sense that she would ask him if they had met before if they really hadn’t. 

Henryk had stayed quiet for a moment, just waiting to see what was going to happen next. Part of him considered kindly parting ways in order to get back to his run, but before he had committed to it, she asked him for his name. “It’s Henryk Panhellenios.” He answered, knowing it wasn’t a name most people heard, but one that he was proud of. Another moment of silence came between them, but now he was intrigued as he noticed her voice grow a little softer with her last question. “What’s your name?” He asked, returning the question to her this time. He didn’t know why, but there seemed to be a bit of a draw towards her. 

NO. SHE HADN’T HEARD THE NAME BEFORE. it was an unusual one at that, but meg wouldn’t voice her judgement (people tended to be picky about their names). and she suddenly felt something all too familiar to her -- disappointment. at what exactly? she wasn’t quite sure nor was she too keen to find out, despite her initial curiosities suddenly pushing her towards him and yet neither could she pull away. a simple ‘goodbye’ after his response and that would be the end of it and she was still there, curious to see what would happen. 

Some would think after working in a gym all day, someone would get tried of working out, but Henryk actually felt himself get the chance to relax whenever he was able to work out. Even more so when he got the chance to go for runs. Sleep sometimes decided that it really wasn’t his friend, so he found himself out running in the middle of the night. Luckily it was a pretty safe town, so he didn’t have to worry about much when it came to being in any danger. However, he must’ve really been out of it when he felt himself run into something, although embarrassment hit him when he noticed it was someone, not something. His mouth opened to apologize when suddenly she spoke and he felt himself pause. 

Looking around, mostly to confirm that she was talking to him, he realized it was just him and answered. “Um, yes? I was the one who through Frisbee? The one you sarcastically claimed could’ve taken your head off.” He replied, not sure if that was the actual answer that she might’ve been looking for. Looking her over, and taking in the expression she wore on her face, he asked his own question, wanting to get more information on what she might’ve been talking about. “Is there another time that you believe we’ve met?” He asked, curious as to what her answer might be. 

THAT ANSWERED ONE PART OF HER QUESTION, but in the back of her mind, meg knew that that wasn’t just the case. eyeing the man before her with narrowed (curious) eyes, she stood up a little straight -- on guard. “... yeah, i guess that’s the only place we’ve ever met...” she trailed off. that’s the only time they’ve ever met and she couldn’t recall even getting his name. so why did she feel that she was still missing pieces in a puzzle she wasn’t even aware of? her head began to ache with the multiple questions running through her head, questions that didn’t necessarily have answers and certainly came out of nowhere.

STRANGE DREAMS ONCE AGAIN of a time she couldn’t recognise in a body that felt no different from hers. meg has had the same visions for as long as she can remember, her voice in a different tone, her face a different person’s, her body, hair... all different. but her mind -- no one but her own. but there was a familiar sort of pain that wasn’t too far off from hers, from betrayal and hurt. but in her dreams there was a difference - a man. one guy -- out of everything that could have made her felt better, it was that one person who she’d never met. someone who she felt she could trust, despite not even knowing his name. 

it even came during naps. the last one was both vivid and vague, one she couldn’t remember too well despite seeing faces. enough to kick her out of bed and take a walk (it was hard for meg to relax after them). eyeing the path bellow her, watching as her feet unconsciously followed the pattern of the path, her forehead suddenly came into contact with something (or someone) and she stumbled back in mild annoyance before looking up. that’s when her eyes narrowed again, tilting her head to the side. “... have we met?” she answered, absolutely sure that she’d seen the man somewhere (anywhere) recently. 

Henryk had continued to look over to see if he could find it before she mentioned where it had gone. Finally spotting it, he jogged over real quick before stopping to hear what she had to say. “Well, I kind of doubt the plastic Frisbee would’ve take your head off. Maybe hurt a little, but full decapitation? Seems like a bit much for this flimsy thing.” 

Henryk had been out with some friends, having been talked into yet another game of ultimate Frisbee. It was his turn to catch, but unfortunately he missed it. There were laughs from his friends around him, but he was easily able to ignore them as he took off towards where he believed it was. As he looked, he heard someone’s voice and paused a moment before realizing she was talking to him. “Oh, um…I wasn’t…” He pointed back behind him before turning back to her. “I was actually looking for something. Sorry if I bothered you.” 

meghan leos 

that’s meghan leos walking down the street, the twenty-four year old, who looks like bae suzy. here in apple peak, they work as an assistant in town hall. some say she acts like meg from hercules, since she can be outspoken, but also a little bit cynical.