𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇

independent, private, & selective 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀 from supergiant games’ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒, as tormented by soren ( he / she / they, 21 ). PST timezone. est. may 11, 2021.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 / 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 / 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒 & 𝐎𝐂 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 : @cyperos​ / 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄 : skullearring

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ( 08/31/2021 ). hey everyone! i’m starting my junior year of undergrad ... in italy!! i have the pleasure of studying abroad this year and i absolutely want to make the most of it, so i want to preemptively say that i likely won’t be here. however, i absolutely love writing meg and interacting with all of you lovely mutuals, so if i am ever here, it will likely be at night. that being said, i will definitely be more active on discord and wire, which any mutual is free to ask for! thank you everyone for such an amazing summer. 💙

The Erynies were quite the sight to behold; formidable, ruthless fighters, bearers of justice and punishment alike, delivering to each what the respective party had earned throughout their short, meagre existences, may it be eternal punishment or the gift of peace, finally being able to sleep soundly at night, now that the guilty party in question of a conflict, a misdeed, had been punished appropriately.

As much as the young godling would have loved to learn more of them, to experience the consequences of their fury firsthand… Well, let’s just say, she had hoped it would not have been her to earn the demonesses’ wrath with her careless actions.

Of course, no one had claimed sneaking down to Elysium would be a particularly easy task… she had not expected each of her tours to remain entirely undetected. Yet still, being discovered by one of the most terrifying creatures damned to dwell in the depths of the underworld… and that so close to the surface!

A pity, really… and so, despite her best efforts at hiding away from the Fury’s sight, Spitha knew full well her secret had been uncovered. There wasn’t much more she could do, really… aside from fighting, of course, but then again…

Wouldn’t potentially harming a member of the House of Hades result in even more trouble for her?

@skullearring 💖’d

the  lush  fields  and  flowing  waters  of  elysium  beyond  the  champion’s  roaring  arena  were  not  a  familiar  sight  for  the  fury  ;  the  little  time  she  had  outside  of  the  dark  pits  of  tartarus  was  spent  chasing  the  living  on  the  surface.  she  could  tell,  even  with  limited  observance,  how  elysium  perfected  the  best  the  mortal  world  had  to  offer.  she  could  see  why  zagreus  mentioned  this  place,  but  even  if  she  could  understand  his  insistence  that  she  see  it  for  herself,  the  landscape  and  its  deceased  inhabitants  had  no  use  for  her.  the  souls  that  resided  in  this  paradise  were  beyond  the  reach  of  her  whip,  no  matter  how  deserving  (  when  their  eternal  rest  was  out  of  her  hands  ).

she is close enough that zagreus can see the glow of her golden eyes.  they aren’t beautiful like the gold of his father’s kingdom nor do they shine like the gems that he will inherit.   this monster’s eyes are cold,  the eyes of a predator.   it wasn’t so long ago that her mouth was pressed to his neck,  drinking his blood until his world was spinning.   he had been holding onto her,  trying not to fall to the floor as his legs grew weaker.   the blood prince pushes that moment of weakness out of his mind,  however.   he does not cower,  despite every muscle in his body screaming at him to back away,  or push past her.  no,  he will not give her the satisfaction.  he stands there,  hands fisted at his sides,  with anger creeping in his mismatched gaze.  

“  yeah,  it truly is a luxury to be a pet and a prisoner.  why,  i knew vampire standards were low, but not that low. ”  zagreus huffs,  narrowing his eyes at her.  the prince knows that it is her possessiveness over him that’s keeping him out of the grasp of the two sisters who got him to this place,  yet the idea of being owned,   of being a toy  -  it drives him insane.  the sharp nail on his jawline makes him clench his teeth;  if only he could pierce her skin as she does his.   “  i am owed a right to know who my captor is. ”   a brief pause,  then zagreus steps closer,  mismatched gaze not tearing away from the vampire.    “  why you will not allow me past this floor.   why your sisters hunt your food for you.  ”

megaera  felt  the  corner  of  her  mouth  twitch  as  she  drank  in  his  expression  —  it  was  up  to  him  to  interpret  it  as  a  smirk  of  superiority  or  a  grimace  of  annoyance.  she  could  see  how  his  mounting  anger  manifested  in  his  biting  words  and  his  tense  jaw,  but  the  scent  of  it  was  even  clearer.  for  that  reason,  she  remained  unaffected  by  his  insolence  ;  megaera  could  be  as  sharp  and  intolerant  as  her  sisters,  but  she  knew  such  a  reaction  would  only  feed  his  confidence  (  when  really  he  needed  to  be  put  back  in  his  place  ).  ❝  you’re  quite  demanding  for  someone  i  could  treat  like  livestock,  ❞  she  sneered.  a  slip  of  the  tongue  and  she  could  drag  him  back  to  the  dungeon  and  remind  him  the  blessings  of  basic  decency  in  the  face  of  two  other  ravenous  vampires.  ❝  though  i  didn’t  expect  a  spoiled  little  prince  to  understand  the  blessing  of  benevolence.  ❞

@skullearring​  liked for a starter.   //   APHRODITE & MEGAERA.

it’s slow steps that find themselves around the fury, knowing pink eyes glimmering as they followed megaera’s face. it is a curious little thing, that thrum inside the winged woman’s chest, and so aphrodite places her fingers on the other’s skin. she taps her chest, twice, and smiles ear to ear as she sees the inside of megaera’s heart - who it beats for, who it yearns for, and more importantly, what feelings the erinye wants to suppress.  ‘  oh my, ’  aphrodite whispers, peering down at the other woman,  ‘ both the prince of blood and gentle death?  what a lucky soul you are. ’

all  megaera  could  do  was  scowl  as  her  nail  prodded  her  chest  —  that,  and  take  a  slight  step  back  before  she  swayed  her  wing  forward  to  shield  herself.  it  was  the  most  she  dared  to  do  in  response  to  the  goddess  of  love,  even  when  such  contact  felt  as  though  she  jabbed  a  raw  wound.  aphrodite’s  shameless  delight  only  sickened  her  all  the  more  :  she  already  knew  the  truth  and  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  about  it.  a  lucky  soul  .  .  .  she  scoffed  at  the  thought.

@hotfeet69​  :  ❝  i  hope  you  one  day  forgive  me  for  the  choice  i  made.  ❞  (  ghost  of  tsushima  starters  /  not  accepting  )

❝  i  won’t.  ❞  to  forgive  him  would  imply  that  she  made  peace  with  his  actions  or  that  they  no  longer  hurt  her  the  way  they  once  did  —  neither  were  entirely  true.  forgetting  such  pain,  after  all,  went  against her  very  nature.  zagreus’  choice  to  run  from  his  responsibilities  and  mistakes,  to  abandon  those  who  loved  him  and  sacrificed  for  him  was  wrong,  no  matter  his  intentions.

❝  but  that  doesn’t  mean  i’ll  always  resent  you  for  it.  ❞  that  wouldn’t  be  fair  either.  they  were  both  different  gods  then  and  now,  with  different  problems  and  reasons  for  why  they  were  drawn  together.  then,  zagreus  had  no  reason  to  stay  or  truly  care  —  not  when  she  had  hurt  him  and  he  returned  that  bitterness  with  equal  enthusiasm.  faint  echoes  of  their  conflict  remained  now,  but  they  worked  together  to  mend  their  bond  ;  if  this  was  a  further  attempt  to  repair  it  on  his  part,  she  didn’t  fully  know  what  to  make  of  his  plea  for  forgiveness.

@hotfeet69​  :  the  dread  prince  will  kiss  his  fury  girlfriend’s  cheek  and  hug  her  at  the  waist.  he  is  very  much  pleased  with  having  megaera  so  close  to  him.

rarely  did  she  allow  the  prince  to  indulge  in  such  unabashed  affection  in  the  lounge,  where  any  shade  or  house  employee  could  spot  the  fondness  in  her  eyes  or  the  slight  upturn  of  her  lips.  ❝  zagreus.  ❞  his  name  flowed  from  her  tongue  so  smoothly  now,  after  such  pain  and  bitterness  —  although  she  never  forgot (  and  she  never  would  ),  that  time  was  far  behind  them.

Her question caught him somewhat off guard. He’d yet to meet a god who didn’t want honor. Most of them seemed obsessed with it. But then, he’d met only Olympians and gods who were bitter at being forgotten, but with so many out there, of course there would be more than one opinion of the matter. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m not sure it ever did. I never wanted it myself. Maybe it’s a trait we share. Though…” Jason hesitated, not sure he should voice his next thought aloud, but he’d already started. He might as well finish. “Maybe it does, in this case. Without an equal place here, wouldn’t it seem like you and your sisters were lesser? All the gods have roles to play in keeping the cosmos the way it is, right? Isn’t the point that all of them matter, no matter how large a role it is?” He could only shake his head at himself then. “Maybe it’s just naïve. I don’t know. I don’t pretend I have the answers to stuff like this.”

Jason shifted to look up at her, and marveled for a moment at the fact that her face was truly beautiful and terrible at once. It reminded him of Lupa just a little. “If it displeases you,” he said after a moment, “I can take it down.” He hoped that wasn’t what she wanted, especially when he’d promised to honor them all, but it wasn’t supposed to be about him. “It’s your shrine. It’s up to you, really. I’ve kept up my end of the bargain by building it. I want Rome to change its ways…expand its historically narrow thinking in a number of ways. I had hoped this could be part of it, but like I said. It’s ultimately up to you.” Rome had always focused on the old ways of doing things, honoring the best and strongest physically when there was so much more to value. Jason wanted desperately to change that and hoped now he was home he could at least start. It was worth a shot, anyway.

It was strange that he wanted to please her. He never felt that way with the gods, most of whom seemed intent on testing him or using him. She seemed almost annoyed with him, but not in a way that (at least not yet) felt dangerous. She’d come, after all. No one else had really bothered. That had to mean something, didn’t it? 

❝ you’re already seen as lesser when you’re not favored. ❞ the words slipped out faster than she intended them to ; even so, there was no bitterness to them. ❝ whether we are honored or not does not influence our performance. we act according to justice, and justice doesn’t change. we don’t cease to matter because mortals don’t care for us. ❞ she could not speak for her sisters, but they had never expressed any desire for recognition on the surface amidst their bickering in ages ... she could only assume it was a want they had moved on from as well. megaera believed that doing her work properly and to the fullest extent of her ability was satisfactory enough — or, at least, that was what she told herself. the longer she studied the shrine and examined the quality of the offerings, the harder she found it to ignore the faint ( but growing ) glow of appreciation in her chest.

something just short of a LAUGH escapes the old hero’s mouth. 

‘ not very WELL , if you couldn’t tell . it’s hard not to think about one’s days under the SUN     especially with another. some get LOST in that feeling, or simply - RUN AWAY from it . ‘

( she knows WELL the choice he made. ) 

he sits back in his chair        searching the ceiling for some form of HOPE to offer her . he knows whatever he says , it will be difficult to see past the HYPOCRISY , knowing what he’s done - who he LEFT BEHIND . (  fear is for the weak. )

‘ the only REAL way to cope is , well           moving on . a feat not many are CAPABLE of it , from what i’ve seen - we’re only MORTAL after all. but it may be different for YOU . ‘ 

moving  on.  she  scowled  before  she  tilted  her  head  back  and  downed  the  remainder  of  her  drink  in  one  smooth  movement.  she’d  been  careful  not  to  specify  when,  but  regardless,  his  answer  was  not  the  one  she  hoped  for  (  even  if  there  was  truth  to  it  ).  truthfully,  she  wished  for  a  lot  of  things  :  for  things  to  be  different  between  herself  and  her  sisters,  for  her  work  to  bring  her  satisfaction  the  way  it  used  to  eons  ago  .  .  .  now,  she  wished  she  could  undo  the  knots  the  heedless  underworld  prince  left  in  her  heart  after  he  ran  his  mouth.

A STORY THAT ENDS IN BLOOD. the world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. you don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. they are yours. you will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

tagged by : @proditeur​ technically!!

@singofus​  :  dusa  settles  in  meg’s  lap  very  happily.

Nico huffed a small sigh, jaw jutting forward. He wasn’t good at saying stuff like this out loud–he’d actually gone great stretches of his life ignoring his feelings and was sort of successful at it for awhile–so when it came to articulating how he felt, or getting anyone else to do it, he was very out of practice. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do it, he would just rather not to have to feel like he was pulling teeth while he did so.

“Why are you always going through things alone?” Nico asked. He didn’t think it was the best way to ask the question, but he’s not sure how else to say it. And frankly, it probably wasn’t his business to pry like this, but Megaera seemed lonely and Nico wanted to know why.

megaera  hadn’t  noticed  she  snapped  the  quill  in  her  tight  grip  until  it  was  too  late.  she  swore  under  her  breath  as  the  black  ink  dripped  through  her  fingers  and  onto  the  parchment,  effectively  ruining  the  document  she’d  spent  the  last  hour  correcting.  she  hurriedly  stood  with  enough  force  to  knock  the  chair  over  as  she  crumpled  her  work  into  her  fist.  the  way  he  phrased  his  question  .  .  .  did  he  pity  her  ?  the  situation  she  never  asked  for  ?  the  anger  that  normally  simmered  deep  within  her  chest  suddenly  roared  to  life.  how  outrageous.  how  insolent.

prince zagreus landed on his feet,   and miraculously avoided stumbling back down the steps into the styx pool.   righting himself,   he rubbed a grey hand over where the fury had gripped him before turning his faint scowl back to match hers.      ❛  duty matters to me,   just not in the way my father instructs it.   you should know that.  ❜     though his tone is not accusatory,   zagreus struggles to contain his confusion and frustration of how quickly their conversation seems to fall apart around them.   he feels the thrum of lightning,   sitting like a warning to the back of his eyelids.   he had been instructed by the new lords to contain the underworld,   to prevent escape    —    but he had not realised it would lead to this.

❛  i get it,   you think entirely low of us.   but we’re not all alike,   just as you insist you are not like your sisters.   isn’t that right meg?  ❜    a dangerous string to pull,   he knows it;   the prince tenses where he stands expecting a blow,   or perhaps a sword to the throat.   perhaps he even deserves it,   though he does not stop vouching for an alliance where he takes advantage of her silence.     ❛  just think about it   —   if we work together,   something could change out of this.   i’ve made choices …  ❜    he starts,   a spike of guilt in his heart.   the prince’s voice returns evenly,   brows bent sternly,   bout of anguish muffled.   the fury preferred him stoic,   not flickering with hesitation and remorse.        ❛  but if i’d known they would hurt you,   meg,   i would have stood up for you instead.  ❜ 

megaera’s  lip  curled  back  in  a  snarl  at  the  mention  of  her  sisters.  she  took  a  small  step  back.  ❝  leave  them  out  of  this.  i  won’t  rot  here  with  them,  ❞  she  hissed.  last  they  spoke,  they  were  more  than  content  to  fulfill  their  duties  within  the  bowels  of  the  earth  —  the  shades  practically  came  to  them  now.  even  megaera  was  unsure  where  her  desire  for  freedom  came  from.  while  she  knew  deep  within  herself  that  she  would  never  be  beholden  to  another  god,  her  longing  for  the  open  sky,  its  familiarity,  was  foreign.  she  should  have  been  like  her  sisters  and  accepted  their  return  to  the  earth  from  which  they  came,  and  yet  here  she  was,  defying  what  was  ordained  in  favor  of  carving  her  own  path.

@seaprofound​  :  kisses  meg  on  the  cheek  to  catch  her  by  surprise  ♡

shockingly,  poseida  was  remarkably  successful.  the  first  of  the  furies  was  rarely  so  preoccupied  with  her  thoughts  that  she  neglected  to  focus  on  her  surroundings.  poseida,  of  course,  knew  to  take  advantage  of  those  infrequent  opportunities.