All Work, No Play [Active/Open]

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Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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It was a lot harder to run a business when it was just you doing the work. Megara had no idea what to do about her former employees -- she assumed Yuna was out having adventures with her plucky gang of heroes and Tiana clearly suffered from some kind of mental breakdown -- so it was up to her to keep things in order. Luckily, business was slow. It seemed the majority of Paixao's natives had decided the Seventh Heaven was no longer part of their city...which only left the visitors. Most of which were busy with their own adventures.

Meg was just fine staying where she was. She'd had enough adventures in her life to last a lifetime. For now, she was content to stand behind the empty bar, polishing glasses and wondering what to eat for lunch.

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He tsks. He doesn't move from his spot, though he taps a long finger against an arm. "I'm disappointed. Did you really think I wouldn't be? How foolish, I thought you were better than that, darling."

He slides away from his location to alongside her, proppings elbows up on the counter and grinning down at her, all teeth.

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To her credit, she repressed the urge to cringe at his nearness. "Thought maybe you found a new playground," Meg muttered, straightening her spine and lifting her chin, gazing up at the ceiling. It had been foolish to hope at all, of course. It always was. It was only a matter of time until your world came crashing down. Hadn't she already learned that long ago?

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"Meg, Meg, Meg - and leave you all on your little lonesome?" He leans towards her, puffing out foul breath and a few wisps of darkness that coil beneath her chin. "Without a leash? Don't forget your bindings, Nutmeg. You're mine."

He leans away and the wisps follow. "Now. Tell me. What have I been missing out on?"

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This time, she did cringe, no doubt to his satisfaction. It'd been awhile before she felt his oily darkness on her skin. That was the only explanation why she felt hot tears spring up now. She blinked them away before they could fall, jerking her head up and to the side. Meg desperately tried to recall some biting retort, a scathing remark to salvage at least some of her dignity, but nothing came to mind. The ruin of the hope she'd carefully built up was too much right now.

Instead she turned away, hugging herself tightly, hating herself with a whole new level of loathing. "I don't know," she finally replied, her voice a low, sullen monotone. "I've been gone."

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Oh, he was satisfied alright. It just tickled him to see the little Meggles squirm. His satisfaction showed in his expression, in his posture - hell, he was practically spewing satisfaction.

Right up until she speaks, that is.

Hades frowns, then makes a face of disdain. "Gone like on-another-floor gone, or..." he trails off. His hands make a "poof" gesture, though she wouldn't see it with her back turned. "Hit the road, en-route-to-Olympus gone?

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She put her hand to her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "Just gone, okay? I wasn't here or on another floor or..." Meg lowered her hand, dropping it limply to her side. Wait...if he didn't know she was gone, did that mean he hadn't controlled it? Somehow she'd managed to go back without his powers? Her back still to him, she smiled a slow, small, secret smile.

"...back home," she spoke up. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. She turned around and looked up into his terrible face, the fire in her eyes lit once more. "I was back in Greece, without you."