He's holding a gun right in between her eyes. Why the fuck is this guy holding a gun to her head?
"How did you get on my ship?" The blonde in front of her questions in a thick English accent. His green eyes are piercing and his stare is making her...
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guess who made a collage for herself. this gal.
Logan walks aimlessly around, searching for the man. Harper found a group of people who she said were 'so pretty she could die'.
Obviously, Harper wanted to stay with them, so Logan searches for Hercules. Every time she asks anyone if they've seen him, the woman either giggle or blush furiously. The men usually look a little peeved or just nod their head in a bored manner.
It's becoming clearer about what Heracules likes to do on his free time.
Logan is almost back into the brush area, so she stops. She sighs, touching her hair in frustration.
Where could be that man be? A shriek surprises her. She jogs up to the home, seeing a woman angrily pushing a familiar brunette man out of the house.
His outfit is only half way on, and there's definite hickeys on his neck. She holds back a disgusted face and walks up to him.
The woman is hitting him quite hardly, obviously not impressed with him. Logan grabs his wrist, pulling him behind her.
"Sorry about whatever he did," She says, holding up her arms and hands in a defeated motion.
The woman doesn't seem keen on forgiving Hercules, but she eventually walks back into her home.
Logan sighs, turning to Hercules with a disappointed look.
"Logan," Hercules greets, "You look very beautiful." He takes her hands and admires her body.
"Shut up," She tells him, pulling her hands away, "I don't want you flirting with me."
She begins to walk back towards his home, him on her heels.
"I flirt with everyone, Logan." Hercules gives her a lazy grin, "I think all women should feel beautiful and loved."
"I think that's disgusting and you shouldn't have sex with every female you meet." Logan retorts, "You know how unhygienic that is?"
Hercules doesn't answer, simply grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop. She turns, ready to fight, but his face is set in a stoic expression.
She follows his gaze to a man who's talking with Rome and Akantha. He wears a mask with tuffs of brown hair. He's smiling towards Akantha, but ignoring Rome all together.
"Hercules?" Logan says softly, wondering why he's changed so quickly.
"Ah, Logan." Akantha says, a gentle smile on her face, "And my son- where's Harper?"
