Names Megara Dimitriou, but my friends call me Meg. At least they would if i had any friends.
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“I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.”
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serena-fain:
“Aren’t sword fighters supposed to have technique and agility or whatever? It seems like a very technical sport, should I call it sport? It doesn’t sound cool“.
“They need that too for sure, along with poise and precision. I guess since I’ve been sword fighting for years it seems easy, but I bet for beginners it’s not so much. I think that it is considered a sport, but you’re right doesn’t sound as cool to call it that.”
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wallyaxiom:
Josh furrowed his eyebrows together at the thought of sword fighting. He was never one to get into any sort of physical altercation. The thought of getting sticked with ‘the pointy end’ make him uncomfortable to say the least. “I assumed sword fighting was easy as such. Still it’s a little…dangerous don’t you think?”
Xoe kept a smile even though she sensed an uneasiness from the boy about the topic. It was expected from talking about something that could potentially kill someone. “Very dangerous" She agreed. “That’s why you have to practice and practice, and make sure you’re only going to use such skills against a bad guy.”
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“People always ask how hard is it to sword fight? I mean it’s pretty easy. Just stick ‘em with the pointy end.”
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“The curse of living in a big city. That’s why i walk, too much of a crowd for me to deal with. Though walking wouldn’t help your situation, it’s not even an ideal one for me either. I guess we’re doomed.”
“I can’t believe that I can’t find a decent place to park without handing my first born son to a parking meter.”
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The world I see is so much bigger now that I'm alone. . .
Place: Athens, Greece.
Time: April 16th, 2006.
Iris O’Hara had just tucked her seven year old daughter into bed. That of course took some work. Meg was always tugging on the sleeves of her mother’s nightgown and would request another fairy tale about a female warrior slaying dragons and saving her kingdom from peril. As exhausted as Iris was from work she couldn’t deny those wide hazel eyes. Though this time Meg didn’t ask for the usual fairy tale or song, instead she was too giddy about her upcoming birthday that she insisted asking about that instead. “Papa is going to be there right? It won’t be the same without him.” Iris nodded in response, brushing her daughters tangled locks from her face. “Of course he is. He wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that. He requested the day off, he wouldn’t let you down.” Iris smiled, causing Meg to give back a wide toothless grin. Well her two front teeth to be exact. “Promise?” Meg asked holding up her pinky finger. Iris wasn’t sure why Meg was so adamant about him being there. Her father had never missed any of her birthdays. But it didn’t come as much as a surprise since Meg was ultimately a daddy’s girl. They did everything together. It got to point where Meg even began to pick up on his body language and even had a similar laugh to his. Meg hadn’t done it on purpose but as much time as they spent together it was inevitable picking up his social cues. “ Υπόσχομαι, αγάπη μου.” She responded softly, wrapping her pinky around her daughters. “Now, sleep. Otherwise you’ll waste half your birthday sleeping. Your father and I might have to eat your cake without you.” She teased as Megs expression turned into one of utter horror; furiously shaking her head back and forth. “I’ll go to bed, i swear!” Iris couldn’t help but to chuckle, feeling a slight dull in her cheeks from smiling so much. Leaning over she pressed a kiss into Meg’s forehead as they both whispered goodnight to each other. Iris picked herself up from the small bed and moved towards the door as the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. Flipping the light switch off, and closing the door behind her. Meg could hear her mothers slippers shuffling down the stairs until she made it to the carpet and the silence engulfed her. It took Meg awhile to actually fall asleep, mostly due to the loud ruckus the rain was causing against her window. But she was also excited anticipating the next day. She tried counting sheep, counting backwards from a hundred, but nothing was working. It felt like she had been staring at the ceiling forever until she actually managed to clear her thoughts and fall asleep.
It only felt like a few hours had passed before she was awoken out of sound sleep by a large clap of thunder shaking the sky. Meg flew straight up in bed, trying to steady her breathing. The noise was so startling and she had never been fond of thunderstorms especially during the night when she was alone. She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her blanket tightly between her fingers. “Go away, Go away.” Meg repeated out loud softly to herself, hoping the storm would just fade away
“Ήσυχο, είμαι εδώ τώρα.“
Meg opened one eye and looked around the room and found nothing. Her heart fell still. Gaining the courage to open both of them, she nearly had a heart attack seeing her father was sitting down right next to her. “Papa!” She squeaked out, smacking his shoulder with one of her stuffed animals. “You scared me!” Zeke grinned and gave out a hearty laugh. “I’m sorry, Megara. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just wanted to say goodnight.” Meg’s expression quickly faded to one of happiness. She couldn’t stay mad her father for long, it was impossible. Before she knew it his arms were wrapped around her in a firm hug. Her head pressed against his chest hearing the steady beat of his heart. “Goodnight Papa.” She murmured into his chest. “Can you read me something before you go to bed?” Meg asked, lifting her head from his chest to meet his eyes. “I wish i could, love. But i’m afraid i don’t have much time.” Meg was confused by this, her brows furrowing together. “Didn’t you just get home?” She asked. Her father typically worked the night shifts, so she barely noticed him absent from their home. She was always in bed by the time he headed out for work. “Yes. But now is time for sleep, okay? I love you more than words could ever express, Happy Birthday Megara.” He lifted his calloused hands and held the sides of her cheeks and pressed a kiss into her cheek. Pulling away he gave her one of the happiest smiles she had ever seen him worn. He was practically glowing. His brown eyes glistened in the light of the full moon, his dark locks curling up around the edges of his face. He said nothing but smiled in that moment. Until he left her side and made his way to her door. He looked over his shoulder once more before walking out and closing the door behind him.
Meg sat there quietly for a minute. Registering everything that had just happened. She loved her father dearly but that was just odd behavior; even for him. It was so silent that she began noticing the gentle back and forth whispers she heard from down stairs. Getting up Meg went to her door determined to see what was going on. Cracking the door open she whispered for her father. Glancing downstairs seeing nothing but the edge of her mothers legs that were placed near the front door. Meg became curious and crouched down and went down a few more steps. She was talking to someone but she still could barley make it out. She wasn’t sure how whoever she was talking to was able to hear her clearly. “Thank you, i understand. There was nothing more you could do. I-I need to lay down.” Was the only sentence Meg could make out. There was silence and then the creaking of the door being shut. Then there was sniffling. Meg tried to creep back up to her room but her mom caught her before she could escape.
“Meg. What are you doing up this late? I told you to sleep.” Her mother’s voice was raspy and not her usual calming tone. Meg stopped dead in her tracks. Turning on her heels to face her mother. What she saw next was unexpected. Her mothers eyes were bloodshot red, her face swollen from crying. She had never seen her mother this distraught before.
“Mama. Why are you crying?” Meg asked in curiosity, wanting nothing but to comfort her mother in that moment. What could’ve happened in that short time that she was sleeping that turned her mother into a completely different person? Her mother only gave a solemn look, her lips trembling with words she couldn’t bear to say aloud. “Mama, please.” Meg begged taking a few baby steps forward.
Iris clenched her fist into a ball until her knuckles turned ghost white and looked away for a moment. “Your father...” She began, trying not to lose herself completely in sorrow. She swallowed letting out a shaky breath. “The roads were bad due to the weather. Your father was coming home from work. His co workers begged him to stay a little longer so the storm could past before coming home. But you know your father. What a stubborn man.” She let out a small sob and covered her mouth for a quick moment. She took in a deep breath trying to rush the words out from her throat. “He wanted to be here so bad for your birthday. He lost control..oh my god- he’s gone. He’s gone.” Iris finally broke down into spurt of tears, hiding her face into her palms.
Meg stood completely still. She was groggy and confused. How could that be? She had just seen her father only moments ago. He couldn’t be gone, right? They stood like that for a moment as Iris sobbed.
“B-But papa was just here. He’s home! He said goodnight mama!”
“W-What?” Iris sniffed. wiping away the trails of her tears with the sleeve of her nightgown, trying to look at her daughter more clearly. Now gazing at her daughter with the most puzzled expression. “That’s impossible. Now is not the time for your stories Meg.” Her mother spoke in a stern voice, one Meg had never heard from her before.
Meg’s stomach twisted into a knot looking at her mother with hopeful eyes. “It’s not a story! It’s true! He was here mom! Just now. He was in my room! He told me goodnight, he was- he was here.” Meg broke out into a sob now fearing if what her mother said was true. Her mother wasn’t a liar but she couldn’t believe her after what she had just seen with her own eyes.
“Don’t be so stupid Megara.” Iris wasn’t one for being unkind to anyone, especially to her own daughter But the grief of her husbands death was clouding her judgement.
Those words pierced Meg’s heart in such a hurtful way that her eyes became flooded with tears. “Fine. I’ll find him.” She murmured shoving past her mother and began running out the door. Her mother of course shouted after but Meg was much faster. Running down their neighborhood street in the rain no less. Screaming for her papa, hoping he would just pop up from behind the corner and console her. He couldn’t be gone. No, not her papa. She ran as far as her feet could carry her, making her way into town. Oncoming one of the streets intersections she saw red and blue lights flashing endlessly. They were so bright it felt like they lit up the whole sky. Meg stopped in her tracks, catching her breath. It was so cold and the rain was causing her to shiver. Wiping the rain from her face so she could a better view of the co-motion in front of her. That’s when she noticed something that caused her heart to completely shatter. Her fathers car. It looked awful, a side of the door was caved in. Shatters of glass and pieces of plastic strewn all across the ground of the intersection. Something happened. Her mothers words ringed in her ears over and over again. She was right. He was gone. “Papa. . .” Meg whispered, falling to her knees as her legs gave up. She wanted to scream, yell at the world for taking her father. But all she could do was curl up on the sidewalk and sob uncontrollably.
#⁎self-paras⁎#so this is why meg hates the rain.#....and her birthday.#i had this saved for awhile but never go to finish it#so here have some pAIN
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[Requested] Phoebe Tonkin + Aesthetics → Beach Vacation
#so i just found this scrolling aimlessly through a muse blog and found my queen#and like its meg in greece#its her HOME#im emotional now bye#damsel#where i belong
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littlecinders:
“Well, you still look very young, if that’s any help,” Cindy chuckled. “I do miss Christmas, but I can’t wait for spring!”
“I have to admit that makes me feel a tad bit better. I can’t either. I’m tired of it being a bit dreary outside. I’m more of a warm weather kind of gal.”
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justeeyore:
“That’s how it goes. The next thing you know you’ll be withering away in a rundown nursing home with irritated employees and no family visits, wondering where all the time went.”
“Well, that’s one way to look at it. I mean who knows. Maybe we’ll get in one of those fancy nursing homes. Where they give you ice cream on Sundays and have bingo every night in the lobby.”
#o MY GOD#eeyore i love you you precious bean you#i still no lie have the draft saved on nukas blog where her and him were talking about how theyd rather die in a elevator shaft then#to talk to their parents#it makes me smile lol#c: eeyore#and why is meg encouraging this dont ask me why
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thisguyfred:
“You’re not elderly, I feel that way too. Or does that make me elderly? Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if we had remotes so we could slow down, pause, fast forward and rewind time? Then it could pass when we were ready for it to pass. Of course, some people would probably abuse their power and go messing around with things they shouldn’t change… but maybe the rest of us could fix what they screwed up…”
“If so, we can both feel elderly together. I would love that. However i feel that might also be a bad idea. Like you know the whole butterfly effect thing? Like you change one thing from the past and it could potentially change your whole future. That sounds like an anxiety attack waiting to happen. But i get it. There are plenty of mistakes i’d love to erase.”
#all your bbies = my fave#also i love fred 2 death#and fix what they screwed up dont hurt me like this already ali#c:fred
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d-blake:
“Soon we’ll be graduating, having kids, drinking margaritas at 10am before heading to work. I wish we had a button to pause time. Or a rewind button to go back to 19. I can’t believe I’m not a teen anymore.”
“Oh god i can’t even imagine having kids yet. How could i take care of another human beings life when i can barely take care of my own. Hell, i’ll probably be single still then anyway. Same here, i should’ve listened to my dad when he said growing up sucks. I think the only thing i’m excited for is that ill be twenty one in a couple months. Finally being able to order a drink legally will be nice.”
#holy heck HAVE I MISSED THIS FRIENDSHIP WITH ALL MY HEART#also meg why you always got to be a downer you hoe#c: amethyst
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fastcrthanfast:
“I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way. It seems time is passing by so fast. I’m suddenly 26 and I don’t know how.”
“Right? It’s going by almost too fast. I remember being little thinking i had all the time in the world to figure life out, and now i’m in my twenties and probably more confused than ever.”
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“This year is going by too fast. It feels like Christmas was a week ago. Now we’re half way through February. Makes me feel like an eldery person.”
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nickwildex:
“They should be hanging on the key rack, as they always are. I’m sure he didn’t. I would hope our son learned his lesson after the first crash but that might just be wishful thinking. I’ll go check and see if they’re there.”
“I think i’m just scared that i’m not going to find them there, even though i’m sure they probably are. I would hope so too, but i honestly wouldn’t put it past him. I love him with all my heart but i don’t know if i can quite fully trust him yet. Where did we go wrong with him?”
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fawneverwould:
“Too bad we can’t pass for each other, we could do the whole parent swap thing and see who is truly the hardest to live with. And that’s why you’re my favorite.” He grinned, leaning his chair back so the front legs were off the ground. “How’s life been treating you?”
“I mean, it could maybe work. Maybe we can get Mollie to give you both a makeover. Well maybe you’d give my household a hard time but i’d secretly enjoy that chaos, no big deal.” She laughed, feeling probably the most happy she felt all week. “Oh. You know the usual teenager stuff. Study, sleep, study again, then sleep.”
#what a b lessing omg#wolfe is her favorite cousin bye#she shes his what is this#why am i crying in the club rn#c: wolfe
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