The Tortured Muses Department

Megara winced. “I’ve heard not great things about Zeus, but he is to be my Father-In-Law, at the end of all this. He at least did one thing right allowing Hercules to live out his life in the mortal world with me.” Whatever else he’d done, she could at least give him credit for that. “I only met the gaggle of Gods briefly when I thought I was saying goodbye to Herc, so I can’t really say much else on them. Hades, though… he can rot in the Underworld for all I care.” She scowled. Then she frowned deeply. Meg couldn’t imagine losing Hercules for twenty years. “That had to be hard. All that time apart.”

“You could never lose me,” Marcus leaned in to whisper. He held Didyme’s face now in one hand while the other pulled her close by the waist. “I am yours. I belong to you. You are… everything.” He shook his head, wishing he was better with words to convey just how he felt. “He could never ruin us. We are too strong to break.” Leaning forward, Marcus pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips before pulling away and taking her hands in his. Then he kissed her knuckles. “Would you like to keep dancing, or should we steal a moment alone, love?” Maybe having Aro out of sight would make him truly out of mind. “You look beautiful in that dress of yours. I haven’t gotten to appreciate it enough yet.”

"never say never," didyme knew enough of this place to know that marcus could 'wake up' tomorrow and not know her from any other vampire. it damn near stressed her out, and subsequently, she felt her emotions and her own power flare up, happiness overwhelming everyone except for her. it happened when she was truly upset, unfiltered false happiness that she had no control over. letting out a breath she didn't need, she wrestled control over her own emotions, bringing it down. "i think i just want to go home, i need to think."

closed starter for @thetorturedmusesdept (Ben x Mary Jane)

Jane trusted Charles with absolutely no hesitation. He was, and always had been, a perfect gentleman. “I know you won’t, my love,” she shyly reassures him. She can’t help but smile as she thinks of the clothing of their time, how much simpler most clothing was here now. “Lucky it is only a zipper I shall need assistance with. Nothing so confusing.” Still, it was as intimate as removing her shoes. My, would her cheeks ever stop burning after tonight? “Oh, I-“ She hates to trouble him, so she quickly moves to stand herself. Her feet don’t really hurt all that badly now that they are free of her heels. “I’ll be fine. I am much relieved to be barefoot. I promise.” Jane moved quickly then, to show him the way. Once in her bedroom, she got out one of her nightgowns, setting it on the bed. Then she made sure to move all her hair to one side of her neck, out of the way of her zipper. She glanced back at Charles. “If you would, please. Thank you.”

Jane's words of affirmation and reassurance seemed to instantly quell the storm of nerves that was going through him. He smiles at his love softly with a brightness in his eyes. All Charles ever wanted to do was to make Jane happy and comfortable; but he was also so very grateful that such loving kindness was returned to him from her. A soft sigh of relief comes out of him when she says that there was a simple zipper. "That is good. Zippers are so much easier than what we were used to." The man offers his fiancée his hand to help her up when she assures him she is fine to walk. Once she was up, he follows her closely in case she needs anything. Yet, once they reach the threshold of her bedroom his feet pause. Patiently he waits for her request and takes a couple steps towards her. His hands lightly rest upon her upper arms to make sure his first touch was respectful and to let her know he was about to unzip the dress for her. Charles moves his hands to the zipper, one on the top of the dress while the other grips the zipper. His eyes close before he starts to slowly and softly lower the zipper to free her from the delicate fabric. When he feels he reached the end, he stops and takes a couple of steps back with eyes still closed.

“Not much different from this, I imagine? I’m from England, however, not America. And I’m also not from this time period, exactly,” Alice explained. “The differences are more subtle. Well, besides the obvious more magical differences. Flying babies and all that.”

It never got easier hearing people talk about being from different time periods and places. It always made her head ache due to how impossible all of this should be. But it was hard for her to be close minded when she grew up in Twin Peaks of all places. "I didn't get to see Cupid. Shame really"

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Finnick knew what had happened after his death, or at least, bits and pieces of what Annie told him. He was glad that everyone else had made it out okay. For the most part… “How does the city trigger you… if I can ask?” Finnick was curious. He’d heard rumors about this world. That it wasn’t safe. Even if death wasn’t permanent here. He sighed, nodding. “It would be good to see her too… I think.” Finnick did worry it might trigger those memories of his last moments, however. “I’m glad you two are doing good.”

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<<Timeskip>>

(¸.• ♛ → "oh, yeah, they look really good." she commented looking at the window shop. it's not really bad doing some shopping, she does enjoy doing some of that, she must to admit. "alright, well, let's see how it looks, then."

“Of course, babe. As long as I get a backstage pass, of course. I like being VIP.” It was Jennifer’s turn to wink now. She tilted her head, curious however. “Who’s this friend? Another succubus?”

"You are the only one getting any special treatment from me." She smiled, giving a nod. "Yes, actually. You'll love him, he's such a huge sweetheart, but a bit misunderstood, bless his heart. However, I feel like a big sister to him, you know? Trying to guide him." Verosika hummed.

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“Pleakley?” Lilo could cry! It was Pleakley! Oh, they had missed them so much! She couldn’t help but to run up and throw her arms around them in a hug. “I grew up on you! Like a lot!” They pulled back, laughing slightly. “I’m nineteen now!”

"Wow! 19? Is that old? I don't know how ages work but you look like a little, mini adult." Pleakley smiled, giving a nod. "That's crazy. Humans truly grow too fast."

Louise wrinkled up her face when Howl questioned her. “None of your business!” she yelled. Both because she wanted to throw off his suspicion and also because admitting to making crafts was embarrassing. “Just swear to me you’ll wear it forever. Swear!”