Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Reunion

A/ N: It was about time! Heavily centered around Life and Death though.

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« Alas, daughter, we cannot mourn for your brother more than we already did. »

Life's voice was stern but soft. She looked at her daughter who was trying her best to contain her tears During the attack sustained by the Realm of all beginnings, Life lost three children and only could bring back her only daughter. It caused her great grieves since she woke from her coma, to have to bury her sons knowing full well they would never come back and were destined to Death's realm. She knew he would take good care of their souls -which he did- and knew they would have a happy life in the End Realm. That didn't sting less. That still hurt her just like it did hurt her daughter who was crying ever since she learned the truth. Life's ebony face looked at Death who was on her right. He put his hand on his heart and slightly bowed before her.

« I suspect we are not done yet, Death. I thought the Horsemen were our only enemies. »

« They were the armed hand of our enemy, beloved. You are still not safe. Allow me to ensure your safety for the time being. »

His onyx orbs stared at the goddess who was sitting on her throne. She had not changed since the first time he laid his eyes on her. Like all the eternal, she was huge, only slightly smaller than he was. Her skin was flawlessly ebony like his own was purely white. Her hair, which she had jet black, was hidden under a golden veil. Her body was draped with gold trimmed toga that fully covered the goddess from head to toe. She didn't wear a crown, but a white diamond crowned her forehead.

« What does it entail, Death? Does that mean you are to stay here until we've unmasked the enemy? »

« I need the evidence that Time is the mastermind behind your attack. Besides, you are still not safe. Another attack could happen, hence the presence of our children by your side. »

« Are you already leaving me? » -She asked, tilting her head to the side.-

The trip was surprisingly fast. Lux, Death and his son rode their ways to Life's realm. The princess was nervous about the reunion. She spent centuries on Earth, with her memories of her family, her subjects and the court of the queen blocked from her mind. It was intimidating to say the very least. Everywhere she looked at, people would bow before her, torn between crying for her return and the very fact she was indeed, brought back from the dead and happy about her victory over the Horsemen of Apocalypse. It was a triumphant return Home, with familiar faces embracing her return regardless of how much they feared Death and his son. The Realm of All Beginnings was still recovering from the destruction caused by the Horsemen of Apocalypse. Despite the damages it sustained, its beauty never faded. Unlike the End realm, everything inhabiting it was alive, from the plants to the fauna, to the queen's court.

« Do not fret, beloved. I am going to stay until we are sure that Time is our enemy. I already found the one who summoned my brothers from the Vanishing Point. Princess Despair. »

The palace was made of Gold and rubies, with hints of emeralds to remind her of the End Realm. It was an explosion of senses, the perfect harmony between fauna, flora and timeless architecture. Tenebrae had never been to the Golden Palace, never did he spend time with so much life surrounding him. The bright light of the Realm of all Beginnings was still overwhelming the prince whose face became somber by the minute. There was a lot to unpack here, from the discovery of the bond their parents shared, to the fact the Elder Time was responsible for the attacks. The Palace was breathtaking and under any other circumstances, Tenebrae would have appreciated the decorations. The ceilings were a collection of the classic arts and the most recent ones, adding to the infinite history of Mankind and reflecting off all the existing cultures. The ensemble was harmonious, with each hallway or room decorated according to a specific style. The colors remained harmonious, to go well with the golden tone of the place.

It was quite strange to watch these two eternal interact with each other for their children. Death was softer than usual, a smile never left his face as soon as he saw Life. He was adoring the goddess and his adoration transpired from the longing looks he was giving her to the fact he almost had colors on his pale face. Tenebrae felt as if his father was reborn and he realized that the affection he might have for Life, the prince had for Lux. Could they bond over their mutual love for these women ? Eventually... the situation was too tense for the prince to dwell on his father's love affairs. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose when his father mentioned princess Despair's name. She had escaped the mind of the prince! Ashamed, Tenebrae ran his hand into his white mane.

« Tenebrae... it's alright. It's alright. » Lux' voice tore him off of his thoughts. He groaned painfully and looked at her hands on his chest.

« What if I was the one who created this mess? » -He whispered to her. Lux furrowed her brows and shook her head.

« You are not responsible for someone else action. You do not have to take responsibility for her mistakes. » He shook his head, quickly losing his calm until she cupped his cheek, effectively calming the prince who looked at her. « Look at me Tenebrae. She loved you but you loved me and /I/ love you. »

His onyx gaze shifted from left to right before it focused on her. With just her voice she succeeded in calming the prince who finally smiled at her and wrapped his hand around her wrist. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, his breath returning to normal. Lux closed her eyes and focused her attention on the eternal. Since Death answered her question, they have been silent. Her mother was thinking of their next move and that slight crease on her forehead was very revealing. She knew they had to locate the princess and take her from her prison before Time used her to open the Vanishing Point again and their only chance would be that the princess was unable to open it because her hatred towards the prince and her daughter would not be as strong as it used to be. Death, however, was still caught in contemplating the woman before him. It was very strange for Lux to see the embodiment of the End of everything be smitten over someone like he was over her mother. But it was the irrefutable proof that they were in love. Life was a stern woman, most of the time, but she could let go of her rough exterior to show a warmer side of her. Despite the importance and dreadfulness of the situation, her gaze was warm, her hand was held between Death's larger hands and she was looking at him. Their hands were creating sparkles just like Lux and Tenebrae when they touched but it seemed to draw short-lived arabesques in the air and seemed like they were dancing in harmony.

« You haven't changed. » Life finally said, tearing herself off of her thoughts.

« Why would I? I am like the last day we've seen each other, except far happier than on that day because I am with you again. »

« The prophecy was a lie, a way to punish us for falling in love. Isn't it too late? I married someone else and we both have children. We made a choice thousands of year ago. » She sounded sad, defeated. « We have lost so much of our lives being apart from one another. »

« I will love you for all eternity. My vows remain. Our children are the manifestation of that love we couldn't live. » He leaned his forehead against the back of her hand. « Beloved, today isn't the day we live in regrets. We cannot afford to. »

« I...I can't help but wonder how our existence would have been if we were not...if Time had not convinced us fraternizing would cause the doom of the world. But you are right, our children fell in love with each other as we once did. » A faint smile crept on her lips before she put her other hand on top of Death. « I am glad your son found my daughter and protected her until she recovered her powers and memory. The palace is well guarded and I have recovered my full strength. Please make yourself home. My daughter is back and we shall celebrate her return properly. » She then turned her head and looked at her handmaid. A large brunette with a gold strapless dress. «Agathe? Please, inform the palace we're having a feast tonight. Our princess had returned, our palace is almost restored to its glory, I am awake and our enemies have been vanquished so far. Ensure that every subject of the realm has food on their table, let the music play, go on Agathe, go on. » She said nodding as her handmaid left the throne room in a hurry.

« A feast? Right now? Isn't it celebrating too early? » Tenebrae asked, worried about being surrounded with people. He disliked crowds, even in his own realm so how was he supposed to handle a crowd in the brightest realm of them all? He gulped down, his eyes slowly turning fully black but Lux held onto his hand tighter.

« We do need our victories. A couple of days before, I took a sword for you, I think you can take a feast for me. » She playfully said before she pressed her lips to his. « Now, now that also means we will have to bathe and get ready for the feast. » She turned to her mother. « Can I take King Death and Prince Tenebrae to their chambers? »

« Yes you can, my child. I have to talk to the king and prepare him for seeing our daughter again. I shall... » She knew how much it hurt her old flame to hear her mention her husband. Deep down, it reminded him of what it could have been. Life felt it and quietly bent forward to kiss Death's forehead slowly. It was the most she could do given the circumstances, but her touch soothed the King who cupped her cheek with his large pale hand. « I shall bid you farewell for now... »

« Farewell, my queen. »

He straightened up and let Lux lead both his son and him to their chambers.

-TBC-

Magicians AU: Viktor to Lucretia

The most powerful spells are the silent ones. The ones you cast not with your mouth but with your heart. We always believe that chants or wands are what make magic but I now know that we are not told everything. You cast a spell on me the minute I saw your face. You don't believe me when I say you took my breath away. And yet it's true. I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw you. The rich pink locks, the bright smile of yours, that natural beauty you have that draws me to you. You don't believe me when I let my tongue roll on your name, and you say I only see what's outside. Maybe you're right. I do not know what true love is, angel, I only know what they taught me of it. I know the words, I know seduction. I know how to make them sweat and faint at the mere gaze of mine. I know how to make them squirm for my hands are experts. I know how to make them fall in love with me, for my tongue knows the language of Love but it's all a masquerade. Superficial. You were the first one to call me out on my behavior. I was the Casanova of Twilight Town after all. I am...Still.

So what do I do, my dear Lucretia? When you forced me to cut the act and break my walls? What do I do, my dove, when I am forced to look into myself and see the real me? What do I do? When all I want to do is run away from myself? I have a legacy, I come from a prestigious family and I do not want the burden of the occupation on my shoulders. I do not want to be like my father, I don't feel I owe anything to the city. So yes, I lie, I cheat, I run away and I fight. Yes, I seduce and I break hearts, yes I hide my fear underneath my ennui. Is it so easy to spot on, Lucretia? Am I such an easy man to read? You truly are beautiful, but I am starting to see that it has nothing to do with how you look but the quiet strength about you. Much like Eleonor, you are more than what meets the eye. Much like my cousin, you certainly hide treasures. Much like me, you certainly hide from something. I want you to look at me with the same eyes I am looking at you but for the first time in my very short life, I would have to make actual efforts to earn your trust. I get it, I get it, I'm a child in a man's body. Well, what better proof of my affection than actually grow up? What say you? Lucretia? What say you?

Baahal x Jaime: she didn't loathe him

//credit to the artist. I haven't found the name yet//

He was the one who awoke the dragon inside and somehow she was grateful he did. He was the one who lit the fire in her heart, the one that made her purple hues burn with anger and power. He was the one who had her admit she was terrified of Life. Of tasting the good it had to offer, of coming to realize she could lose it all with a snap of a finger. He was the one whose story warned her of the danger of Love. Of how far it could make you go, of how much you could lose yourself to it. Jaime was a cautionary tale all by himself.

He was loathed by others, hated even for what he did or didn't do. Forever cursed by the only good deed he'd ever done. Forever alone for being a hero and mocked for being half a man because he lost his hand. To the princess, he was none of that. She didn't loathe him for killing her father, she didn't hate him for siding with Cersei. She didn't think less of him because he had lost a hand. Yes, he was arrogant, delusional, a fool but he wasn't an evil man. she saw it in his eyes, honest and blunt, brutal emerald hues that stared at her, determined to shake her off of her delusions. She didn't care that he had lost a limb for she lived with those who were considered properties. She lived with the imperfect humans, those who were stepped on by the queens and kings and lords of this world. Jaime was nothing but humbled and found grace in his condition. She respected him even if he was the enemy.

He was a Lion and she was a dragon, two creatures destined to eat each other. Two creatures destined to hate on the other and yet here she was, unable to do so. for now.

Elpis x Pride : a creature of goodbyes

He wasn't a creature built for goodbyes but he knew how to make someone spend the best time of their life. Asma only asked one thing and one thing only, she needed to spend time with the Sin before he would make her forget. He was victorious so of course, he would oblige her request. She had been loyal after all, sincere, devoted even. She had worshipped the sin, complied to his requests, obeyed the rules the best she could and protected the goddess she was hosting inside fo her from harm. She served him well so he might reward her. It was their last time together, before he had her sleep and wake up with the memories of such adventure taken away from her. He wasn't a creature built for goodbyes, but he sure as hell knew how to make one have the best time of their life.

Bäahal x Dany: I chose you, I love you

"Long before we met, your name was nothing to me but pain and sorrow. I dreamed of the day I could spit on our father's grave for all the pain he gave our mothers. I could care less about the Kings and Queens because to me they were all the same. They were all cogs of the same oppressive machine that broke the backs of my fellow brothers and sisters. And one day.../You/ came along. You came along and you turned that fist into dust. You burned it with your dragons.

Your name became something else. Your name meant freedom. Your name meant justice. your name meant reinvention. You transformed the lives of those you met and offered them something they never had before: choice. You gave them the choice to either stay in the past and live the life they had always known or move forward to a new future.

I did not follow you because of your name, Dany. I followed you because of your heart. You gave me a reason to live, something to fight for, something to protect. You gave me the choice to help you make our name something different, something better. You did this.. you did..You did this! It doesn't matter how this will end, as long as you will have me. Because I love you...And it terrifies me to love again because I know I can lose you. It's a risk worth taking. You're a risk worth taking."

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Power struggle

« I don't CARE if you are not the Pride I used to know! I don't care because somewhere in your core, there is still that part of you I loved and still do! »

She was flustered, angry, worried but determined. Her voice did shake but did not falter. Her eyes were glowing so brightly that it did felt as if they were two suns burning and they were staring at the King of the Underworld. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down as the goddess' energy just burst out in the room, literally burning the virgin rolls to a crisp. It did hurt him, not enough to actually wound him but enough for him to feel uncomfortable. Despite her anger and blood lust, Elpis still remained a force for good. The antithesis of what he actually was. She was upset, he could understand why, he'd been very dismissive of her words, of her grand speeches about love and how powerful that was. He'd been very dismissive of the way she talked about him, his former self. It wasn't useful to him because this version of Pride didn't exist anymore. It seemed like an anomaly to him, like an aberration that Hades got rid of but there was something to it he would never admit, caught his attention. To the goddess, this version of him was better, because he was more. In what ways could he be more than what he actually was? He was the king of nothing, he was taking her opinion and emotions as if they were the only thing that mattered to him. He was concerned about her well-being and was also nauseatingly soft with her. That Pride was a version of him he could never be and she knew that. She knew he was violent. She knew he was rough. She knew of the darkness he was the embodiment of and yet she still remained by his side.

At first, he believed it was loyalty. All of those under his rule was to be loyal to him, but she didn't bend the knee. She wasn't like Asma who was devoted to such extremes, all that mattered to her was him. His needs, his desires, his everything. She loved him so much that she literally gave into him, perhaps, influenced by his very corruptive nature. She put herself at his service, executed his very will but NOT Elpis. Elpis did not bend and this very fact, alone, was enough to both frustrate and intrigue him. She cared for him, for his success but she was very firm in what she wanted and how she wanted it. Her personality shone through, brightly and so strongly that he couldn't crush it into submission, nor did he actually want to. She wasn't a subject, she was his equal. At least that was how she always behaved. That was the reason why she didn't cower when he became angry and angry purple hues stared into the bumblebee hues of Elpis. She stood her ground and butted heads with him. Ah! He didn't quite know what to make of it, but it quickly proved challenging and attractive.

« You speak as if there is something more for you to find inside of me than what you can already see. I am who I am, Elpis. » -He curbed a brow as she put her hands on her waist.-

« You are who you always have been, Pride. » -She pointed out- « But you've been alone for thousands of years, with nothing but an ally by your side. » -She watched as he walked towards her, still fuming for her burst of anger that cost him new scrolls and her bold attitude. His aura increased, nefarious, cold and purple dark, as the night but she didn't move from her spot. Instead, she watched him as he moved slowly, like a predator surrounding its prey.

« Lust is the only ally I ever need. You... »

« Yes, me. What about me? » She said, lifting her head and chin as he started to walk around her. His eyes still intensely staring at the beautiful white dress that hugged her very curvaceous body. Her pink hair was braided and tossed on the side so reveal her naked shoulders, her exquisite and gracile neck and the earrings he offered her, shaped like skulls. Her eyes followed him as once again he faced her.

« You are nothing but a means for me to get revenge from your people. »

« Lies ! If I was nothing but a means, you would not have set me free! » She pointed out, She lifted her chin, her gaze still burning brightly. « You wanted me out because you were curious. You saw what that older version of you experienced and you wanted it for yourself. Yet, you're not willing to try. You're afraid. » -She dryly said. He walked towards her, making the goddess walk back until she hit against the wall. His aura became overwhelming. She resisted as much as she could and refused to kneel before him, regardless of the pressure his aura was applying to her.

« I do not lie. » -He prided himself in never having to say a lie.-

Pride might hide some truth, he might conceal some elements of truth but he would never say a lie. He didn't need to, the truth was a far more powerful weapon than all the lies combined. However, she had a point. While he was using her to get his revenge on the primeval gods at first, Pride was now considering her as an individual. She wasn't just a prop anymore, she was Elpis. She kept her gaze on him, intense golden orbs stared at him and he held her hands.

« You are not being true either. I am more than just an excuse to wage war at my pantheon. » -She let him lift her hands above of her head, not resisting him and not fearing him either.-

« And what is it that you think you are to me then ? » He pinned her hands on top of her head, using his strength to keep her from moving. She was at his mercy, still overwhelmed with his dark aura. It was sending shivers down her spine. Elpis' chest heaved up and down at a faster pace, her skin covered itself with goosebumps. « What is it that you think I am to you ? »

« You are the one I chose to love. » She boldly claimed, her eyes still holding onto his gaze. « I am...a question mark for you . » She admitted, her tone changing into something softer and sad. « I represent what you lost, what you could have again. I know I have lost the Pride you once were, it's...I know it. » She paused and shut her eyes. He could see that she was troubled about that, but he couldn't exactly help what happened to his old body.

« I am a better version of myself, whether you like it or not. »

«I know ! I accepted that you are different ! I accepted you ! » -She yelled before she furrowed her brows and groaned. Her head leaned against the wall.- « I accepted you. »

She repeated again, in a softer tone before she moistened her lips again and wiggled her hands so he would set her free, but he didn't. Her words echoed in his mind, sounding strange to him because he never truly heard them before. Nobody said so, nobody spoke to him as if they chose him as if they had the choice not to. She could have rejected him, she was free to do so after all, but strangely enough, he was content that she didn't. He was content that she chose him. She arched her back, jerking her chest against his. He released his hands to see what she was going to do and she cupped his cheeks. Her eyes softened and she pulled his forehead against hers. She surprised and he didn't quite know how to react to her words but to oppose some silence to her. Her aura became stronger, spreading in the whole chamber and balancing his. They found some balance, a tiny moment of balance between their auras which fed into each other. His eyes were confused for a brief moment as he never saw it happen before; He never saw her this confident before and never felt this warmth until today. It engulfed him, put him to ease without fighting against him and his very nature. It felt..

« Well...Of course, you'd choose me. » Was all he could say to her before she pressed her lips to his. « You've been quite stubborn, Elpis, upset even because I keep you safe in my chambers. »

« You mean you keep me /prisoner/ here. I know you don't want to expose myself to Ayasha and Ishtar and risk my death. »

« It would be unfortunate, yes. » He admitted, stroking her soft cheek with his forefinger. « I'd like for you to stop being upset at me. I cannot protect you when you're making this difficult for me. »

« I do not need protection like some damsel in distress. I need companionship. I need to participate in your plans. I do not want to be kept in the dark and wait as my vessel had. » She ran her hand over his shoulders and then held his hands.

« Are you begging ? » He teased her with, making the goddess roll her eyes and shake her head. « It would be so much better if you did beg. » He teased her with a nibble on her neck. The goddess moaned softly and held onto his hands harder.

« Mmhhh I do not think you deserve...I do not think... »

« You don't think ?.. yes that's good if you don't.. » He teased her again, nibbling the chin strap, forcing several shivers down her spine. She released his hands and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

« You can't possibly think...it's going to work. »

« I think it's working just fine. »

And he was right, it was working. He distracted her from this intense moment they just had shared and she let him. She had planted the seeds in his mind, reaffirmed her desire to be with him, was determined to try and be patient because he was worth the try. He always had been.

-TBC-

DOYA: Mundanities

Doya: Mundanities

//All the usual disclaimers

Dean wasn't exactly the overly affectionate type of guy. He wasn't all kinds of rainbow and unicorns. Everyone knew this, starting with his own brother, Sam Winchester. Dean, however, had his very own way to show his affection and only the trained eyes would notice. Oya did notice. He kept the necklace she gave him years ago, on her 1 year anniversary with the brothers and never took it off. He would complain about her wearing his shirts but would never stop her when she « borrowed » one. Dean would complain about cooking for Oya, but he would always get up and cook something for the ebony hunter. It was all in the simple gestures he would have for her. The way he would hold her hand when she would become nervous, the way he would just pull her into a hug and keep her against his strong taller frame. It was in all the smiles he would share with her, or the selfies he would take for and with her. It was in his annoyed gaze when she would bring him the ugly aprons she would buy to later wear one of them on Sunday.

She woke up around noon, exhausted from the intense week she had. The delicious scent of brewing coffee filled her nostrils and she rolled off of the bed to go to the kitchen. Dean was waltzing already in the room, as he was attempting a new dish. Rather than burgers, he wanted to make for beef lasagna for the two of them. Oya scratched her scalp as she finally walked into the kitchen and yawned. Dean grinned, still mixing the lean ground beef with spices, onions chops and seasoning together. Oya sat on the stool in front of him and looked at the table where unchopped vegetables were waiting to be cut into pieces.

« Morning Bitch, care to give me a hand? » -He said as he removed his hands from the ground beef.

« Morning Dickhead... Yeah? What do you need? » -He gave her a knife- « Oh. I'm on veggie duties. Clever! » -She grinned and gently took the knife from Dean-

« I wouldn't trust you with boiling water, but you're amazing with knives! » -He pretended he had something to take in the fridge, so Oya would be focused with cutting the vegetables.

He was right, Oya was a terrible cook. Before she met the Winchesters, she always managed to buy her food, but now they had the luxury to have a kitchen and she wanted to take advantage of that. The curly haired woman tried to learn, the older Winchester even gave her lessons, but the food always ended up burned or tasted so bad that demons would never want to eat it. Oya always took her inability to cook with a smile and so did the others. She took the habit to watch Dean cook for both of them, enjoying the mundanity of it all and would make herself useful by setting the table for two, or buying supplies or washing the dishes when they were done. This time felt different because Dean wanted her to participate. He was almost done and cutting vegetables wasn't exactly grandiose but it made her happy. She was so focused on her task that she didn't realize Dean walked around the table to be behind her. She felt his presence behind her, familiar, comforting, large and strong and it made her smile. She was almost done with cutting them, working fast with her knife but had to put it down when she felt his hands on her waist.

« My... oh my. Are you happy to see me this morning? » - He knew she was blushing given the way she was speaking. Her voice always trembled a little whenever blood rushed to her cheeks. And that hint of a smile achieved to convince the Winchester that she was indeed blushing-

« Maybe. » He said as he turned the stool so she would face him. Oya yanked her head back and leaned against the table. She was beautiful in the morning when she just had woken up and nothing but peace was in her mind. « What if I was? » He added, his nose gently rubbing against her neck.

« Mmmhhh... I don't know. » She said as she spread her legs a little so he could nest in between them. He put his hands on each side of the ebony hunter and bent forward so she would be pressed against the table and him. Oya lifted her legs and rubbed them against his sides while her hands wrapped around his neck. « I would say that you're turning into me, » -She grinned and pressed her lips to his.-

Dean returned her kiss and gently pushed the cutting board away so he could push Oya on top of the table so she would be more comfortable. She ran her hands into his hair, gently massaging his scalp while he pressed several kisses on her lips. The young woman smiled in between their lips and leaned her forehead against his. His hands ran over her back and held onto one of her legs. It was a very beautiful morning, the weather was « picnic » ideal, the food was fresh, he woke up in a good mood and so did she. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and her smile grew wider.

« I'm not turning into you. If I was, I would become unable to cook and we'd both starve to Death. »

« We would buy food, silly. » She chuckled and felt his hand wrap around her waist. The one holding onto her thigh held tighter. « I would never let you starve to Death. » Her tone became a little more serious because, as usual, she took his joke a little seriously.

« I was joking Oya. I was joking. » He chuckled and gently cupped her cheek with his hand. His thumb stroked the soft skin of her small face and then lost itself around her neck and into the black curls of her hair. « You're pretty funny. »

« I'm pretty. » She moistened her lips and bit her bottom lip.

« You're beautiful. » He stated.

Both knew Oya was beautiful. Dean thought so when he was looking at her, he thought so the first day they actually met. She might have been soaked with her blood and some vampire blood, she still was gorgeous. It took some time for Oya to feel better about her scars. Looking at them bothered her because they reminded her of her stupidity. She ghosted Dean, nearly got herself killed and those scars were a reminder of that moment of stupidity. It was a reminder of her guilt. It was a reminder of the dark place her mind was so of course, she hated them. Dean helped her accept those scars, by kissing her skin, by embracing her as a whole. So yes, even after the Asanbosam, she was feeling good about herself. STILL, listening to his words made her blush harder than she thought she ever could and she gave him a sheepish smile.

« You're beautiful too... » -Her voice became lighter, softer as she avoided to look into his green eyes.- « I have always thought so, from the day I met you. » She held onto his t-shirt and chewed at her bottom lip.

« Would you look at that? I thought the same thing when I met you. Are we linked? » He kept stroking her cheeks with both of his calloused thumbs. She blushed and nodded. Dean was joking, but he meant his words. He knew that being lighter in tone would be best for the two of them and it worked. Oya was still relaxed and was working hard to overcome the sudden rush of adrenaline in her veins. Her heart was beating faster than usual, hitting against her ribcage as she looked at him.

« Maybe we are. » She looked up at his face as he pulled some rebellious locks behind her ears. « I like that idea. » She let it slip and then used the fact her leg was free to wrap it around the back of his thigh and pull him closer. « But if we really were, then you would have kept acting like me. By now I would have had your cock in my mouth. »

« Oya... »

« What ?? » She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his chest. « I was trying to make a joke. My head is not in the gutter... »

« ...Yet! » He added, eliciting a groan from Oya who gently hit his shoulders. « Wow, You're so violent! » He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kept her in an embrace. « And you're very cute too. »

« I thought I was beautiful! » She lifted her head to look at his face again. Her hazel eyes stared at his emerald ones.

« You are... » He nuzzled her neck and kept her in his embrace, enough to feel and hear her stomach growl. « And I think it's my cue to finish the lasagna I was making. »

« I think it is. Get to work Dickhead. » She released him and yanked her head back.

She wouldn't say anything more as he would quietly return to where he was. Her eyes would follow this tall man as he would waltz in the kitchen and cook for them. She liked simple mornings such as this one when they were doing something mundane like cooking. She would enjoy those mornings when there was nothing else but joy and quiet and him. She loved her mornings when he was in it.

-TBC-

Bäahal: Love is a powerful weapon

"love truly is a powerful weapon. Lord Tyrion said I well when we spoke of my leitmotiv. What could possibly drive a person like me? What could make me want to face a thousand deaths if not the love I have for my sister? the desire to protect her and have her fulfill her dreams drives me. The smile on her face when she sees me comforts me. I could get used to this. To her joy and her happiness. To her success as a primary motivator. I long for the moments we can steal when she is not with Jon and we can talk. I long for the embrace and the kisses and holding my hands as she's telling me about her day. I love this. Nothing can possibly top these moments where I am simply alive and loved. I forget my damaged heart. I forget my struggles. I forget the ugly face of the world because of her smiles.

Love, Lord Tyrion said, is the greatest and most hazardous weapons. A powerful tool for who knows how to use it. I have seen how strong The bond between Jon and Dany was an how far they are willing to go for one another. I have seen how healing love can be between these two. How her smile she returned and the sound Of her laughter still echoes in my mind. I have seen...I have felt... I know.

And yet every time she cups my face and tells me she will always look after me and will protect my heart, I am left speechless.

Of death

She was exhausted.

She thought she could pull that off, Trying hard at existing so it might happen. It worked for a while, they bought her lies They bought her songs and her dance They bought her laughter, her smiles They bought everything she threw at them She believed everything she tried to fake. Put a little bit of magic, smile broadly Let the meat cleaver beat you to a pulp Exist! Pretend! Exist! Defend your existence Find many reasons to do this charade Find many reasons to wake up too. Maybe him or them or her... anyone. Maybe you. Maybe you too. So she held tight on what she had. But it exhausted her even more. So maybe sleeping was required. Sleeping that eternal slumber. Oh, that was attractive. That was attractive

Chronicles of lux and Tenebrae : their touch

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: their touch 

A/N: it was time for them to get together. 

Xxxxx

It was a maelstrom of a moment. A cacophony of feelings and emotions that conflicted with one another. Lux' memories were restored to her and with them, her powers came back. It was to be celebrated and yet, there were bigger concerns to focus on. Her mother, Life, was still in danger and they still did not stop the mastermind behind the attacks. The identity of their enemy wasn't discovered yet and without being completely sure, Death accused their elder god, Time, to be the one behind those attacks.

 He could not prove it just yet but his insistence on breaking Life and Death eternal love and forbidding their heirs to fall in love somehow added doubt. Fate warned Death when he visited her without naming his enemy and everything led to believe Time was trying to destroy Life and reduce Death to nothingness and eventually submission. It would make sense after all. Death strayed away from

His main goal when he met Life and instead of complete destruction he sought real balance. The children had to think of what would come next but they were confused by the joy of having each other together again. Joy and sorrow danced together at this moment. So much so that Tenebrae froze when lux returned from her much needed a bath.

"You froze again." -her soft voice echoed through the large chamber as the prince cleared his throat with a cough-

"You have not changed, beloved."

"Only a few centuries exist since last time we saw each other. Why would I be different?" 

she teased him while she dropped her robe at her feet so he could look at her in all her glory. The prince bit his bottom lip and ran his hand into his white hair in utter shock.  While she was taking a bath, he changed the sheets for his room, cleaned his chambers so there would have no trace of the blood she had lost. He even changed his attire, opting for comfortable pants and a white shirt. He sat down for a minute and started to think of what had just happened. Moments ago, he was certain she would die. 

She was stabbed by horseman War in an attempt to protect the prince and should have died once again. He wasn't sure why she survived and why recovering her memories helped her heal but he wouldn't question this. It didn't matter for she was here. When her memories were lacking, she did fall in love with Tenebrae again and it gave him hope again. He wasn't lonely anymore, he had found his purpose again. Here she was, standing before him again. Her body strong and curvy, exuding strength and sensuality. His eyes lit up, as his gaze wandered from her face to her full breasts, her toned abs, and her wet sex. 

"Won't you come closer? I want to see you." 

She asked, a little hesitant. Last time they saw each other was before their parents decided it would be best if they didn't see each other anymore. They spent their last night in a rush, afraid they would not have enough of each other. She remembered their tears, the cracks in their voice, the promise of finding each other. Their last night was bitter and the memory of it brought sadness on her face.  Tenebrae stood up straight away and walked towards her. His onyx orbs danced up and down her frame and he finally closed the distance between them and cupped her cheeks. 

He was at loss of words, but it didn't matter. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. She put her ebony hands on his pale ones and slowly glowed. He watched as black horns slowly grew from

The sides of her head and expended to reach the size of a deer's antlers. He watched as her ebony skin reflected on the light her aura cast on her and how her gorgeous face took a more alien form. Unlike his father and his own skull faces, Life and Lux true forms were a mix of human and animal form. Lux had a face akin to a humanoid doe. Her ears were still humans, her body was still fairly human if not for the sheer size of hers and long arms and legs. Tenebrae's true form manifested as well. Unable to keep it from her, his face vanished and was replaced by a skull. His whole body grew in size, kept a human appearance save for the demon pale hands of his.  Orange flames engulfed his skull as she held onto his wrists. 

"I see you. At long last!"  -she finally said, her thumbs stroking his wrist- "I realized that even if my memories of you were lost for all eternity, I still found a way to fall in love with you."

"You kept your words."  -His soul smiled as he spoke to her. While she was engulfed in light, he was engulfed in darkness.- "you loved me in this new life of yours."

"And I will always..." she felt as he moved forward, his flaming skull rested against hers. "We will soon see mother but I want to be with you." 

"I want to." 

Tenebrae said as his human face returned. He pressed his lips to hers, as her face returned to her humanoid self. She lost her fingers into his white mane, enjoying the soft contrast between their skins and the enjoyable sparkles caused by the friction of their skins. She bit his wrist and nuzzled the  tender skin of his arm. He sunk his claws into the supple flesh of her rear and rubbed her neck. Lux gasped but kept her arms wrapped around his neck. Tonight the Alpha and the Omega would become one. Tenebrae and Lux were finally fully reunited. For a moment that would seem like a blink of an eye, these two would know bliss. They would know serenity. They will finally commune again and there was nothing Time or anyone else could do. 

Soa: you can't be family

SoA: you can't be family 

A/N: He said no.

Xxxx

"Is she even safe Alex?" 

Her voice tore open the silence that had settled in their room. None of them were able to sleep that night, mostly because the tattoo artist could not. She would wake up, walk around, sit down and sketch some tats, go back to their bedroom and the constant movement achieved to wake up Tig and keep him awake. 

"She is..."

"How do you know? She doesn't answer my text anymore. She doesn't even answer jax'"

"Bella... I can't really.." -He paused and watched as she turned on her side to have a better look at him. She was upset, he could tell by the way her jaw was tight. "What?..."

"You can tell me the truth, Tig..." she said, chewing at her bottom lip. "I want to know everything. I need to know everything." 

He sat on the bed, unsure of what she was trying to say. She wanted to know everything? She wanted to embrace his life? Become his old lady? He was confused because she was making a 360 and he didn't know why she changed so suddenly. He was fine with how things were. When she was out of danger, clueless about what he was doing. He was fine when she was just learning how to use a gun so she could protect herself. But she was asking for more and he wasn't sure she was ready for it. 

"No." He dryly said. 

The smile that had crept on her lips vanished as soon as he refused and prompted her to sit on the bed with him. What? Why? Why was he rejecting her request? She felt her chest heave up and down at a fast pace, her cheeks turned red and her eyes were wide open as she was slowly getting overwhelmed. 

"What the fuck?" -she groaned -

"I said no."

"Un-fucking-believable!"  She stood up and put her hands on her waist. "You keep saying we are ride or die. You keep saying you love me and when I finally decide to embrace all of you, you reject me? Why don't you want me to know the truth about your business? Why?"

"I told you what happened to those I love. The deaths? The blood? The danger? I want none of that for you!"

His eyes were wide open, his voice cracked at his own words but he was angry. Angry because  she wanted to know parts of his life he didn't want to show. Angry because she was willing to throw herself in the grinder and throw away the blissful ignorance she was living in. Angry because it reminded him of how much pain he already had in his life. The loss he suffered from. Why did she want that? 

"I can decide for myself! I can choose to know or not what your life is about! I can't live in the shadows anymore! I need to embrace everything about you and jess. She's family TIG! She is FAMILY! But she can't be if I don't know what she's doing! So please..." -her voice broke as fast as her heart skipped several beats.

"No..." 

"You can't be family if I don't know the truth..." 

"Bella..."

She grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around her waist before she left the bedroom. He didn't understand and refused to understand. And what was supposed to be a good night ended up as an angry one. 

-TBC-

COPG: of love

(Elpis)

"I have dealt with heartbreaks in the past, moments of doubt, moments when I wanted to destroy the world because of the inner turmoil I was experiencing. I have had my heart stomped, my love thrown back at my face, mocked even. I have dealt with torment, jealousy, fear, and violence. Before I met him.

I made my choice. A conscious choice when I chose him. He wasn't perfect, probably the worst choice I could have made. He was a threat to my own people, a weapon as they called him. He did hurt me, at times, because he couldn't grasp the intensity of how I felt for him. Yet, I still chose him. I can still hear them call me a fool, a lunatic, a naive gullible pretty little thing but they couldn't understand. I chose Him because he was true. He was true to himself, true to me. He wasn't smoke and mirror, he was real and he learned and he grew. And I learned, and I grew. and he never tried to shape me into what he wanted me to be, nor did I try to shape him into a more suitable suitor. We were who we were, we grew together....until that was taken away from us."

Bäahal: what has he done?

"If you mean something, I suggest you start acting like it. No one will ever believe it if you don't."

The princess' first true conversation with Jaime was brutal. It shook her to her core, to the point of preventing her from sleeping at night. He pierced through her hard shell, unmasked her will to live under the layers of lies she told herself and forced the Targaryen to face her truth. She wanted to live. She wanted to survive the great war against the White Walkers. She wanted to experience life in ways she had never even dare dream of. yes, freedom scared her for she was born into slavery and broken into submission, hurt beyond repair; YET, all these years there had always had some fire in her eyes, the desire to be free and destroy those who once owned her whole self. She had that fire within her for as long as she could remember and it helped her take advantage of Daenerys conquest of Mereen to kill her own master.

What had changed since then? Where did that fire go? Its fragile flame was extinguished as soon as she truly embraced her freedom. The winds were too violent, too brutal for a soul that had not seen opportunities of such magnitude before. She earned a family, a name -despite the heinous origins of hers, Daenerys managed to make her feel proud of it-, and growing feelings of love and compassion shared between the queen and her sister. It brought her Jon, another family member of hers she was still getting to know... She wasn't alone anymore. And it terrified the woman.

Death suddenly seemed to be her way to cop out of the increasing pressure of life. Dying for a noble cause sounded appealing but it was just a way for her to hide the truth from herself. And with just a few harsh words and a way to present the truth, Jaime shattered her lies and pounded them into the ground. The princess wanted to live. And it made her angry. The exchange provoked her so much that she slapped the knight, further proving to him that she was indeed hiding behind the idea of death. It started a fire inside of her, a fire that would burn and grow in size and intensity as time would go by.

He branded her with his words, forever imprinting her mind and shaking her heart. With just a few words, but oh, so important. Bäahal knew she would not forget him, regardless of whether or not they would face each other on the battlefield when Daenerys would go after Cersei. The only problem was that the princess now had one less reason to hate him and one more to make her appreciate him. It tipped the balance a little bit on a different position. one she had not seen coming. One that might grow as time would go by. One that would make her say with less and less confidence that Jaime is the enemy.

What has he done?

Pride and Elpis (superblis) : She made a promise

She made a promise. Her last words to Pride were  "I will always find you." and while he did forget them once the curse was in full effect, she did not. She waited 2000 years before she was born into the perfect vessel she could manipulate to weaken her seal. She waited 2000 years before she could have a glimpse of freedom.

She believed that her curse would be the worst that could have happened to the two of them but would soon discover that it wasn't true. Unknown to the goddess, Hades had unmade the Sin to erase his relationship with Elpis. He remade him brand new, ruthless, crueller. He made a version of him that never met the goddess and therefore hadn't softened edges. This Pride was worse than the one she met 2000 years ago. The primeval gods weren't the only enemies she had and she would soon realize that the challenge she will have to face is greater than she imagined it to be. She didn't just have her pantheon to destroy. She also had the sins to face and the consequences of Hades manipulations AND the curse cast upon her to defeat. The road to Pride's "heart" was a long and difficult path but she was up to the challenge.

Love was a weapon, the strongest there was.
2000 years weren't enough to destroy the love she had for him, so a curse and Hades meddling would not either. Love was a weapon, the strongest there was and just like Sitäa would say, true love, knows no bound.  She made a promise to Pride "I will always find you." And she would, no matter how hard it would be to get through this version of him. She loved him...all of him, regardless of who he was.

Doya: Words meant nothing

Words meant nothing. They were a short-lived white noise that lost meaning the second they were uttered. Fabrice loved to speak, he would endlessly profess his love for Oya, claiming her as his one true love. He slid a fancy ring at her finger, promising to love her for all eternity. He said so many things until she lost the ability to bear a child. Fabrice simply walked away. It didn't matter if it was the price she had to pay to save a life. It didn't matter if it was the /only/ way to save that child's life. All that mattered to him was that she couldn't have his children and therefore, lost her "value" to him. He walked away.

Words meant nothing for the African hunter. Promises were only as good as circumstances allowed for them to be kept. Feelings were only true when shown rather than told because one with a silver tongue would be able to charm you away, hide behind fancy words, hypnotize you so he could better break your heart. Oya wasn't a big fan of words when it went beyond the concept of family. She would be able to tell Sam and Castiel that she loved them because they were her family but anything that went beyond was simply shot down. Words didn't matter because words were white lies.

She didn't need to say what she actually felt, they knew, they always knew how much she cared because she showed them. The warmth she brought at the bunker, the constant texts to check on them, the cases she worked with them or the trinkets she brought from her hunts. They were in her thoughts, their safety, their well-being, their happiness. It was a cruel world they lived in, with an ungrateful line of job. Words didn't matter because they couldn't be trusted, but the action did. Action always did. He wore her necklace, never took it off and she noticed. She never pointed it out because there was no need for it. He would hold her arm when she was getting stressed out, he would pull her into a hug when she was having a nightmare. He would let her stroke his hair when he was upset, and when she would be awake during one of his nightmares, he would let her see how vulnerable he was. He trusted her. He trusted she wouldn't leave because she would feel overwhelmed. He trusted she wouldn't disappear like so many of them did. He trusted she would stay, regardless of the screw-up and the mess and the violence and the ugliness. She did stay, she will stay because action mattered more than words.

And sometimes she would feel a lot, so much so that she would need him to feel how she did. She would roll on her side and stare at him with her hazel eyes. She would hold him tight, as tight as she could so he would know that at this instant, all she had in mind was him. Them. and nothing else. He knew...

And it was all that mattered.