#hcavyhearted

sleeping figure is jolted awake by the loud sound of footsteps. anastasia looks around in search of its source, a look of clear distress in her features. weren’t churches supposed to be deserted at night? that had been why she chose it as her shelter for the night, tired from a great deal of walking with little to no food in her stomach. ( mum was right. perhaps she had made a mistake, leaving home like that ).

“I’m sorry--” she blushed, slipping off her ballet slippers, standing quickly as she looked up at the young woman in the entrance to the foyer de la danse.

“Meg! Hi - HI!” Oh boy, that was loud. Could his feelings for her be any more obvious? Of course, they couldn’t, Hercules thought to himself, ready to hit himself on the forehead for his foolishness in even thinking she could be interested in him. She was probably just there because he had saved her back then, wasn’t she? A token of kindness, not… something more. But how he felt that something more whenever he looked at her, whenever he thought of her, and he recalled their conversation and the mentioning of weak ankles. He wouldn’t have noticed anything of the sort - any mistakes in her form whatsoever. Instead, the concept seemed to rub off on him, as the clumsy Demi-God took a step forward and tripped over his own two feet. How fortunate that he was strong and swift enough to catch himself in time ( although the stumbling part could not have gone unnoticed ). 

“Meg, my sweet, my nutmeg,” and whilst he speaks, the toothy grin was dripping with rising heat - grin or not, there was naught but anger burning in big, bright flames. “What did I tell ya about smooching with the enemy, huh? All I ask is this tiny, teensy, eenie-meenie favour. All ya had to do was stab the son-of-a-gun, and what did you do? YA GO AND MAKE HIM FEEL INVINCIBLE!” Along came the red sparks, bursting from his frame, but turning to a calmer blue in mere seconds. That one outburst ought to do for now. Perhaps, he could actually use this to his advantage, although surely he would not tell his ‘servant’ about that.