[My version of Meg was actually screwed over by Hercules, as he resumed his place on Olympus. Meg returned to Hades to take Hercules' spot, since she had nowhere to go. Eventually, the two of them admitted their ever-growing feelings for each other, and fell in love. Meg is now immortal, but can still take her mortal form when she leaves the Underworld. Her mortal form [AKA movie form] is probably how she'll look in most RPs.] Independent roleplayer.
Mortal form face claim: Phoebe Tonkin. Immortal form face claim: Olivia Wilde.
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Meg & The Prince || Mutton for Mutton
Meg’s brow furrowed, almost in disgust. “Why don’t you … y’know. Just say no?” She knew how difficult parents could be, though. It wasn’t that easy, and it never was. Meg was a bit defiant to her own, but they certainly tried to stick it to her along the way. “Or you could just run away and never go back.” If he didn’t want to get married, why was he searching for this broad?
“In a word, duty. Duty to my name and duty to the people of my kingdom,” he replied. “There are worse things to be forced to do. Marrying a pretty maid with dainty feet seems hardly a sacrifice for the citizens of Farfaraway.”
“Y’know, she might not be pretty,” Meg chuckled. She’d never felt so dedicated to a place, so she had no idea where Charming was coming from. “But Farfaraway isn’t thinking about … you.” She said. “Sure, you’re their prince, but … they don’t care about your personal happiness. Your personal happiness is for you to focus on. Why would you marry a girl you hardly know, also knowing that it might not make you happy?” A lot of things didn’t seem to make sense to her in his story.
“I remember back when I actually used to feel okay with things. Or at least indifferent. Never thought I’d miss indifference.”
“I know the feelin’, Megs.”
“It’s grand, isn’t it?” She rolled her eyes. “What’s eatin’ ya? Aside from the maggots, BJ.”
He found great amusement in her joke and chuckled, snorting every once in a while.
“I used to be indifferent to everything until a little mortal came along and plucked me right off my ass.” He made some weird little gestures with his hands.
She couldn’t help but smirk, knowing that her wit amused someone that much. Meg folded her arms, perking a brow with the smirk still on her lips. “Oh, you’re still getting used to the whole love thing, I guess…” She hummed in thought. “Lydia still hasn’t come to her senses, eh?” She thought Cerberus would have driven her mad by now.
The Dinner.
“I don’t like to be ordered,” he chuckled. He would never be able do such things.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, gods forbid you read directions and cook.” She paused for a moment, pouring some juice onto her prime rib. “In fact, I can’t really see you cooking.”
“I can grill meat. That’s about it.” He stuffed his face with his food and chewed happily.
“On your head?” She teased with a smirk, chewing her own meat, before digging into the vegetables.
He pointed his fork at her. “That… Is for toast.” He then resumed eating.
She giggled, actually leaving her food alone for a moment. “I’ll remember that in case I ever cook breakfast, then.” She shot a smile his way, nudging his foot with hers.
Calypso’s mouth dropped open when she heard Meg’s story. She sat back and closed her eyes listening to Hades and Jack, deciding what can be done. She kept her eyes closed as she spoke. “I am so sorry for what has happened to you, Meg. I am not sure what I can do. What is it exactly that you need me to do?”
Meg gave a passive nod; an apology wasn’t going to make anything better, but she wasn’t going to say anything snippy. “Thanks.” Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “Well. We were hopin’ you’d be able to help us think of a plan, and carry it off, of course. Something to get the other gods and goddesses off our back while Hades and I off Zeus. We’ve got another friend, willing to help…” Betelgeuse had offered his services, and Meg couldn’t have been more grateful, since the dead man was rather distracting.
(Source: big-tough-girl)
I can hear my character’s voice in my head.
(Source: weare-notsoldiers, via turnupthegeuse)
“I remember back when I actually used to feel okay with things. Or at least indifferent. Never thought I’d miss indifference.”
“I know the feelin’, Megs.”
“It’s grand, isn’t it?” She rolled her eyes. “What’s eatin’ ya? Aside from the maggots, BJ.”
“I remember back when I actually used to feel okay with things. Or at least indifferent. Never thought I’d miss indifference.”
