Reach for Something [Megara & Kairi]

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Megara’s right hand drifted upwards, her index finger absent-mindedly stroking her plump lower lip as she’d tried to discern how old Kairi and Sora were – far to young to carry the heavy burden thrust upon them. Although, if she’d recalled correct, Hercules had begun his training with Philocalies at roughly the same age. Based of what she’d witness, Megara would argue that Sora possessed a refined finesse that her beloved, Hercules, lacked. On the other hand, Hercules possessed the strength of a Demi-god, he had to exercise caution with even the most mundane of tasks. Sometimes, she still had to fight back the urge to snicker when Phil brought up some of the mishaps of Wonder Boy’s youth.

Kairi’s candid interactions with Wonder Boy had seamlessly transitoned into her expressing her desire to train to become stronger. Such a bold claim, one that piqued Megara’s interest. She couldn’t deny that she was curious to what Kairi’s reasoning was, what possessed her to come to Athens to train to become stronger? Though, if she had to make an educated guess it was the goofy, childish brunette standing a few feet away from her. She’d learned from firsthand experience on multiple occasions, Love, it was a powerful influence. It could drive one to depravity, it could drastically change a person. Love’s influence had forced her to break away from Hade’s clutches, to openly defy him to protect Hercules.

Megara’s lilac eyes widened in surprise as Kairi suggested that they have a competition, girls versus guys. Did she not realize that she’d put herself at a large disadvantage – Megara didn’t know how to fight. Before she could interject, Sora already expressed an interest in Kairi’s proposal, tacking on that he was excited to have Hercules on his team. Who wouldn’t, he is the son of Zeus Megara thought with a slight roll of her eyes. Megara took a second to recompose herself before she’d turned to face Hercules, studying his face in an attempt to gauge his reactions.

Hercules’ characteristic nervous habit reared its’ head, he always scratched the back of his neck when he was at a lose for words, or just befuddled. Her husbands’ thoughts were correct, or rather, they would have been if she hadn’t begun to conduct her own training in secret. She’d grown tire of constantly being the Damsel in Distress, always getting captured by Hades and putting Hercules in danger. Not to mention, a part of her just wanted to spite Hades, to prove his premonitions of her future with Hercules wrong. Nothing, literally nothing would have given her greater satisfaction than to knock the smug God down a peg or two.

“Wonder Boy don’t worry, I’m a big tough girl, I can tie my sandals and everything.”

She reassured her husband, playfully flexing her arm before she’d pressed her fist against his cheek. After which of course, she’d pressed a kiss in the same spot. Her next question was, what could they possible do that was far to all parties involved.