#megaeraic.

who framed roger rabbit? || @deathxdefied

"Nothing. Nothing happened."

With her wing folded in at her side, Megaera held her hands together. It was so unlike them to justー talk to each other like this. There had always been something that separated the fury from her sisters in some way. But when a door is opened once, they had become aware that it could be opened again. Megaera looked at her sister and searched her eyes for judgement, if ever or whenever it should appear. And she expected it to.

who framed roger rabbit? || meg looks directly into the camera

"What are you trying to say, exactly?"

Small? Petite? Beautiful? Or approachable? She'd ask for specifics but did it really make much of a difference? It kind of ticked her off either way. Meg couldn't say she shared the same experiences when it came to this kind of thing (love, flings, romance, blah-) but what a thing to gripe about.

who framed roger rabbit? || past polite

unprompted  ||  we all need it sometimes

Halfway through her third glass, the Fury propped her cheek up with her hand as she leaned over the table. She stared dead on through her lashes and made a sound to the affirmative.

out of context dnd starters  ||  still giving him a ‘chance’ though

journal entry  ||  two very different kinds of people.....

The shades don’t queue.

I don’t know what to do. The shades don’t queue. Haven’t tried but I don’t think they want to? The disorganised mess doesn’t cause me distress, But it’s funny, I get the feeling that Dusa now likes me less.

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XX / XX / XXXX

I don’t know what to do. I keep going back and forth on this. I’ve asked Nyx and Dusa and got answers that leave the decision back to me. I know that I’m the one that needs to that that step forward, and I want to. I think I want to. But it would be nice to hear someone else say it for me. Then maybe I’ll find that I actually disagree and I can get on with my life.

But it’s been this long already. I hate waiting. I hate being in this emotional limbo. Nothing I’ve done, nothing I do is helping. I want to put myself out of this misery already it’s so frustrating.

emotional starters  ||  you’re lucky i’m not alecto

   “You want to start over?” She frowned and tapped a finger against her crossed arms.    “...Fine. You get one shot.”

emotional starters  ||  run and tell that

People created these parasocial relationships all the time with people they think they knew. An unfortunate side effect of a popularity she’d never sought. How flattering, ego fuelling that so many regarded her as a beauty or a desirable woman. But ultimately, a stranger was a stranger. What they saw of her at any given time wasn’t the whole truth. It was a shallow understanding of who she was.