like sunset

//Something a little personal: like Sunset

You were beautiful like Sunset,

I always wondered why I chose to compliment you that way, but it makes sense. When the sun is at its most vulnerable, when he's done for the day and retreats quietly to its safe place, then it is at its most beautiful. There is nothing to expect from a sunset, there is no more duty, it doesn't need a reason to be, it just is. The tired sun doesn't need to wear its golden colour and can allow itself to be fancy. sometimes it would drape itself with purple, other times it would drape itself with orange. it's always a surprise, and usually a beautiful one.

You were beautiful like sunset.

Yes, beautiful in that you didn't have to perform to be noticed. You didn't need to do something to exist in the eyes of others. You simply were and they gravitated around you, admired your glossy and ever-changing vibrant colours, and dreamed. I could tell by the way they were looking at you that they were trying to be in your shoes, have a little taste of freedom at its finest, of the unadulterated love you received and radiated. But even then, they only looked at you like a spectacle. You weren't a show, beloved. you weren't a painting they could watch at will, you didn't put yourself on display for their own entertainment. You were just you and I noticed you.

Maybe that was the reason you came to me. I couldn't care about the artifices you hid behind or the flashy colours you used to hide the pain and scars. I saw them, they were mine to some extent. Maybe that was what drove you to me, the fact we were kindred spirits....kindred yet different, like the waves answering to the rising moon and the setting sun. I was the ocean, singing and crashing against the shore, rising when you laid low. You were the setting sun, casting a warm light onto me, painting all over my waves the colours of your day. I don't know, maybe I'm too dramatic.

You were beautiful like Sunset.

You were honest, vulnerable and beautiful. Yes, beautiful, because you didn't wear the mask you used to wear during the day when you were with me. I got to know the real you. I got to see the smiles and the scars. I got to hear the sobs and the laughs. I got to be with you, truly, genuinely, to the point it even scared me. I don't think you know how much I love you. I don't think you realize how scared I am to lose you. Because just like the sunset, I let you in. I let /you/ in. and I let you fill all the empty and broken space in my heart and my head, I even let you touch my soul despite the risk of us to crash against a wall. I took a risk. And it was worth taking, every single time I woke up.

Ayasha: Golden dreams

A/ N: My evil goddess had a little daydream! Had to write it down since she's been sending me mental pictures:p

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Ayasha was laying on the bed of the All-father's chambers. Her green eyes were staring at the wall before her as her mind was racing. She had to be one step ahead of the game, especially since Leviathan, one of the strongest primeval gods was destroyed. She knew Elpis might feel heartbroken when she realized that her precious Pride would never love her. Using her disappointment to destroy both of them seemed like a bright idea at the moment. Elpis had always been so passionate about the sin, there was no shortage of memories of the younger goddess gushing about the sin and claiming he was different from the others. Ayasha snarled in disgust, equating the Sin to garbage and imagining her sister fawning over a pile of dirt, rolling all over it and calling it love. It was not such a thing. It was giving pearls to swine and even then, Ayasha knew she had insulted swine. Sins were less than animals. They were nothing but monsters designed to eliminate other gods. They were nothing but weapons used and abused by their father, Hades. Pride thought he was smart. He thought that he « rebelled » against his creator, but ultimately he was just like him, maybe even more limited than the god of Death. He was a child throwing a tantrum and calling it rebellion and Elpis was nothing more but a little girl who didn't know what true love was, not that it mattered to Ayasha who knew what love was but never felt it for anyone but herself.

The golden-skinned goddess was selfish, it was the biggest and best-kept secret of all the Prima Donna (the primeval gods' realm). Ayasha only loved herself, her ambition and dreams and considered true love to be a game of fools, played by fools and lost by fools. Why would she give everything to someone who might not return her feelings? Why should she suffer for someone who might disappear? She couldn't understand « Love » and even less the love Elpis had for the sin but she could use it against them. The thought made her grin as she imagined moving the pieces of the imaginary chessboard she had in mind. Maybe ruining her sister's spirit would help defeat the Sin ? It had her roll on her back and look at the ceiling, a large smirk on her lips as she was allowing her hands to explore her body. Ishtar would do as she pleased, convinced of her innocence and genuine concern for Elpis and their pantheon. He was extremely powerful and her trump card she reserved to the sin, should he survived the slew of enemies she wanted to send them, once she knew where they were hiding. Maybe Ishtar would put an end to this by killing Pride? Oh.. the thought made her lick her lips. She imagined his meatsuit cut in half, intestines leaking his essence as he would strugle to remain whole. She imagined Ishtar holding onto him by the skull, forcing Elpis to watch as he would yank it out of his meatsuit in his attempt at unmaking him again. The screams of her sister were music to her ears, the begging were turning her on and she let her hands slide underneath her robes to stroke her sensitive neither lips. Pain and suffering were driving Ayasha, they were the sweet rewards she wanted to receive for having been such a cunning mind. He would submit to her, once remade and turned into her personal weapon. She would use him against Ishtar, destroy the All-father and then destroy her brothers and sisters until there was nothing else but her. Elpis would witness with horror that her pet became Ayasha's and that single thought made the golden goddess moan loudly. It felt good, revenge that was. It felt good to know that she could manipulate everyone and get away with it. It felt good to dream a little bit because reality was vastly different from her daydream. For now, she had to endure her sibling. She had to endure his emotions and his violence. She had to endure his lack of vision but it was a necessary evil. One she had to endure if she wanted to win, and she would. Oh... she would.

-TBC-

Game of Thrones: In between wars

A/ N: What happened when Jaime leaves for King's Landing and before the war against Cersei. Bäahal is in her bath and inevitably, her thoughts come back to haunt her a little bit. This is taking place right before the war against Cersei.

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Farewells were never her strong suit, and if given the opportunity, Bäahal would avoid them. Alone in her bath, her silver locks stuck to her face, back and shoulders, Bäahal was thinking of the previous days. The silver queen requested her presence by her side when the golden lion and Lady Kyra would leave Winterfell for the Red Keep. Bäahal walked in a circle in her room before dawn, wondering how she could handle watching the golden-haired knight leave the castle. What was she supposed to do? Watch in silence as he rode his horse away from her? Should she say something? Should she do something? Her heart was racing in her ribcage, pounding so loudly that she feared someone might be able to hear them. He was an enemy. The expected reaction from her was to remain stoic as she watched him leave and she would have. She wanted to, yet couldn't. As soon as he paid his respect to Daenerys with a slight nod of his head he turned to his left and stared at Bäahal. The moment only lasts a few seconds but felt like an eternity for the princess. Her eyes grew wide and she instinctively waved at him. It didn't last long, maybe just a second, but her fingers wiggled before she clenched them on her dress and furrowed her brows. He bid her farewell with a short sentence, a few words she knew carried more weight to them than a speech. He was returning to the life he chose, close to the one he loved. He was now an enemy she shouldn't worry about, someone she should consider a threat and never trust, especially not on a battlefield. He was taking with him the memories of her he had and should she die, he would remember her. That was implied in his farewells, that was implied indeed.

Bäahal sunk into her bath, the water now reached her nose while her knees were up in the air. Her hands were wrapped around her legs, holding herself in the bathtub as she was now thinking of the days to come, the war to come. The first war was a test, a baptism even and she was reborn out of that fire into someone new. The second war was something else. The crown was at stake, Daenerys' destiny had to be fulfilled. Bäahal was focused on this and this only. There was no room for hesitation, let alone confusion. Things were very clear from the start, the line on the sand was drawn. Jaime was an enemy. He was just another knight she would slice should she encounter him on the battlefield. They promised each other to do so, give the other an honorable death. She was ready to do so, but deep down, the princess didn't want it. She didn't want to kill the knight, she didn't want him to die. Exasperated by her own self, the princess allowed the top of her body to sink into the tub, and closed her eyes until it became vital for her to breathe again. Think! Think! Bäahal! Think! She sat back on the tub and took a deep breath. As fresh air entered her lungs, the ebony bastard furrowed her brows. She crossed her arms on top of the tub and leaned her chin on them. Lord Jaime was a fool, a fool who lost himself in the maze of his feelings for Cersei. Tomorrow he would fight for the usurper, he might die for her. He would die for an evil soul who could care less about him.

It had the taste of waste on Bäahal's tongue but why did she care? Why did she spend her time thinking of the life of another man? She shut her eyes and sat back on the tub. That was stupid, she couldn't feel anything for him except maybe gratitude for the way he spoke to her. Indeed, there was gratitude and a little bit of interest. He had his charm, she had to admit. He was way more interesting than the stories and gossips made Jaime be. The golden lion knew pain, he had scars and she saw them too. It was the first thing she realized about him once they went past pleasantries and actually talked. Jaime quit being her enemy the moment they talked by the fire and for the first time in her life, she saw him as he was. He was broken and this made her want to comfort him, make him feel better, wish him better. Bäahal felt her cheeks burn and put her hand against her heart, breathing slowly as to help calm her down. Bad choice, bad luck, bad everything. He was cursed and so was she so no. No! He would die... What if he didn't? then he would surrender. What if he didn't? Then he would die. What if he was pardoned because he helped? Then he would go into exile...He would be forgotten.. he would be gone.

He would be nothing. But he was not « nothing ». He was the one who lit the fire inside of her when he awoke her desire to live. He was the one who shook her to the core, so yes, she was grateful. She gritted her teeth together and grabbed the soap she threw against the wall before she slowly started to sob. Tomorrow would be a decisive battle. The fate of her sister was at stake and nothing could stand between them, not even Bäahal. Tomorrow was clear, it would be a battle to the death, one that could only be won if one of the two queens died and it wouldn't be her sister. Bäahal would make sure of it, so quietly, she stood up and took the soap she threw moments earlier, wiped her tears off of her face and clenched her fists, determined yet again and focused on her mission. Daenerys would sit on that throne and to hell with the rest.

-TBC-

SoA: The tattoo part 2

A/ N: Just because I am in a very good mood.

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Charming.

People tried their most damn to make Asma feel unwelcomed when she first came here. She still remembered the slurs painted on the walls of her shop. She still remembered the endless hours spent wiping them clean or painting over them before she could even open her shop. How could she forget that Stepford soccer mom who decided; on the very night Asma's brother, Cody, was found dead; to shit on Asma and nearly got herself a world star beating? She still lived here but learned from last time and didn't even try to talk to the pink haired artist anymore. Respect! she was the first to learn how to respect Asma. The slurs stopped as soon as they realized she wasn't bothered anymore and wouldn't leave the town. Respect! She earned it quietly, from the moment she became sober to the moment she became friends with Jessica, her life turned upside down. Her clients started to pay attention to her, show a lot more respect for her than they did. Her work spoke for her as well, her reputation as a trustworthy and skilled inker was wildly known, to the point of having people from other nearby towns come to her shop to get a prime tattoo. The SAMCRO boys and the crow eaters also came to respect her. Asma was quiet, and usually would keep her mouth shut but when her relationship with Jessica blossomed into what it was now, she told her clients to never speak ill of the queen or the King or even put the names of their kids in their mouths or they would learn.

Charming.

She made it her home after a couple of years. She even had her favorite spots. While the memories of her fallen brother overwhelmed her, they were replaced with pleasant ones instead. Just under this bench, where Cody used to stand on, she had kissed Tig. Just at this restaurant, which was Cody's favorite, Jessica and she had the best meal in years. Just right there, was a bakery they enjoyed, who also turned out to be Jax's and the kids. She knew the town by heart now. The Auto-moto repair, Nix's bakery, the other gangs' turfs so she knew she had to avoid those places if she wanted to avoid troubles. It became her home, officially so after Oscar died at the hands of her sister. Unlike other cities which were filled with sorrow and fear, Charming was the one to bring her peace and closure. Asma remembered when she tried to leave but couldn't bring herself to do just that because she found a home in the people of Charming. SAMCRO was her family, the people gravitating around them also were. She remembered the nights spent with the kids, the Samcro and the knights' boys and the ladies. The sweet and fun times at the swimming pool on Sunday afternoon, the first couple of dates with Tig and how nervous she was back then. She remembered stitching some of them up at the office of her parlor and the endless girls night, talking about things and dreams and love.

Charming.

It was her future. It was the place she chose, the Saint Graal of all the places where she could build her home. Tonight was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, the moon was full and stars complimented her. Asma had closed the workshop early tonight so she could do the inventory. The pink haired beauty was leaning into her chair, the drawings of the tattoo she wanted to have and a couple of phone numbers of inkers she chose. Asma was ready to settle. It would start slowly, baby steps as always, but she was ready to have her family inked on her flanks. A very large piece would cover her right ribs. A skull, some crows, some water lilies and roses. A crown of thorn and the name of the closest people she had in her life written with a bright gold ink. JJ, PiePie and Tig. Intertwined with dices. It was an ambitious piece but one that meant everything to Asma because she was ready. The front door opened and she knew it was Tig who came to take her home, so she quickly stood up, grabbed her coat and left the room.

-TBC-

Oya and Jake: Life is good.

Oya and Jake: Life is good.

~ If you love me let me go... If you love me let me go....~

« The fear of falling apart, and truth be told I never was yours...The fear, the fear of falling apart. »

Oya sang to herself, while her fingers tapped against the wooden table in front of her. Her hazel eyes looked at Jake who was performing an acoustic version of this song, on stage. She surprised herself with a tear, followed with another one as he kept singing this song at a slower pace than the original studio version. The lyrics to the song were speaking to her, remembering the time she was in love with a man who didn't love her back. Fabrice couldn't possibly love her if he left as soon as she couldn't carry his children. How could he claim otherwise years after years if the only thing he wanted was children? He could have set her free, he should have let her go when he could, but he didn't. He put distance between the two of them but he never truly break-up with her. He never truly released her from their bond. She mind-absently rubbed her stomach, knowing full well that nothing would ever grow inside of her. Oh...it was a wound that never fully closed, a wound she still carried with her to this day, even though she never talked about it in details with Dean. Dean knew, of course, that she was barren. He knew her fiancé left her and she later had to kill him herself. Two sentences one horrible crisis night was all Dean ever knew and yet he still stayed. He still wanted her. He never thought she was less than a woman. At the thought of him, Oya choked on her drink and put the bottle on the table.

Her eyes slowly filled themselves with unshed tears as she looked back at the stage and a passionate Jake hitting the high notes of the song. Her family was gone, years ago. Killed by a demon and slain by a disease she could do nothing about. The demon was killed, with the help of Dean Winchester, and she could finally mourn for their deaths. There were days when Oya was missing them, and on days like these, she was very sensitive and usually was even easier to anger. There were days when she could think of them without feeling her soul crumbling within her core. On good days, she would talk to them, casually mentioning how well she was doing considering all the crap she had to put up with. She would tell them about the Winchesters and that weird angel she befriended. She would go on and on about Sam and how the two of them geeked out on magical artifacts and new spells. She would talk about him figuring out how much she cared for Dean and trying to show that he was supportive without saying it. She would talk about Dean, and how safe he made her feel, how she wanted to wake up to see another day because he was here and how worried she was for him because she knew him. She would talk about Castiel and how he made her change her mind about 'one' angel. He was the exception to the rule that said angels were cunts and couldn't be trusted. And she loved the three of them dearly. More than she could even dare say at this point. They were her family. They were the lighthouse in her chaos and she wanted to come back to them, she needed them to come back to her.

~Don't try to sleep through the end of the world. Bury me alive 'Cause I won't give up without a fight.~

« If you love me let me goooooo... »

Oya sang again. Her head still swinging to the rhythm as she took another sip of her beer. Jake. Jake was very new to her life. She first met him a year ago, which was a lot in hunter years. He was a good man, and while she could see how different he was from his brothers, there still was the Winchester vibe he couldn't get rid of. There still was the lingering pain that was barely at the surface, the moments of silence and long pauses in between sentences were also shared between the brothers but Oya was used to them so it didn't bother her. Unlike Sam and Dean, however, Jake was able to make a life for himself, a life far from the supernatural world. He was more laid back than they were and embraced life a lot more than them. While Dean and Sam were walking sacrificial lambs, Jake wanted to live. He wanted to bite Life and live it to its fullest and perhaps that was one more reason she liked him. He was full of life, despite what she knew were tragedies after tragedies. He was a Winchester, he had to have suffered at some point in his life. He was a hunter, and that also came with its painful package. The loss of friends, the loss of family, you name it, Jake probably went through this too.

« If you love me let me gooooo. »

She sang again, unable to stop herself from crying the tears she had stored before. She let them roll, Jake's music allowed for tears to roll down after all. Oya sighed and wiped them off of her face with the back of her hand. He couldn't possibly write such beautiful lyrics without at least having felt them before. How could he touch Oya's soul if it wasn't something he went through as well? She was amazed by his skills, by the way, he could put in his voice the weight of sorrow and heartbreak or the way he was able to convey joy in bouncier songs. She loved Jake. He was a very good friend, always ready to listen to her, always ready to mess up with her, always ready for a good laugh and a nice joke. She wanted to preserve this, this state of being, that peace that existed in between them. Tonight, like each night she got to listen to him, Oya wouldn't bring work to Jake. She would make sure he doesn't get sucked into her world as he wished. She leaned her cheek against the warm palm of her hand and smiled at Jake as he finished singing and acknowledged her presence with a nod towards her. She raised her glass and smiled more broadly. she watched him put his guitar on the side after he announces a short break to refresh his throat, a nice excuse to share a drink with Oya before he returned on stage. Life is good. Life was good.

Oya: What would you do?

(Oya) : What would you do?

A/ N: Oya and Joshua because their conversation kept coming back to me. He's like a twin brother to her since they both have the same age. 

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« You called. » -Joshua lifted his head to take a look at Oya as she stood in front of him. He nodded and ran his hand over his face before he kicked the chair in front of him so she could sit on it.-

« It seems so. » -He replied as she sat in front of him, her brows furrowed as she looked at him closely.-

Joshua was a mess. His hair was messy, his face was still fresh with bruises he got from the case he worked on. A black eye, a few cuts on his cheeks. His knuckles were still red from the punches he threw and she could see some dried blood on his fingertips. His shoulders were dropped, his eyes injected with blood which made her suspect he didn't sleep enough. His voice was cracked, barely there and she knew he might have screamed and yelled at the phone. Oya was in the same state, working on a solo case when she received a desperate call at 3 am in the morning. Joshua was barely making sense, talking about how big of a mistake he made when he pushed his fiancée Stephanie, away from him. He didn't know what to do since she left him and returned to her parents after throwing her ring at him.

« How long have you been here, Josh? » -She asked as he pushed a bottle of beer her way. She too looked messed up. She had tied her hair on a loose ponytail and had bandages on her left arm. She had a small cut on her upper lip and a swollen cheek that was healing already.-

« Not enough, obviously. I'm still kinda sober. » He complained as he lifted his beer and took another sip. Oya rolled her eyes and leaned into her chair. « Oya... »

« And you would have been on the road, toasted like that? » She said, her voice full of reproach as she gulped down her beer. « What would your dad think? » She crossed her arms above her chest, her face still frowning at him.

« Ah... Dear old dad. He would have been furious if he knew. » -He let out a sarcastic laughter that quickly turned into a whimper.- « I'm pathetic Oya. »

« No. You're hurting. It's not the same. » She relaxed her features and gently bent forward. The ebony hunter put her hand above Joshua's. « What happened? »

« I got cold feet. » -He confessed before he took another sip of his beer.- « We're supposed to get married in a couple of months, but I got cold feet. »

Joshua was Oya's childhood's friend and Sarah's younger brother. Unlike his sister, Joshua decided to keep with the family business and remained a hunter. He was very good at his job, good enough to eventually think of having a family of his own. Stephanie, his long-time former fiancée, was a young woman he saved at his beginnings. It was love at first sight, so much so that she embraced his life. She accepted the reality of the life of a hunter, the uncertainty of it all and the fact any case could be his last. They got engaged, living fully their lives and considering owning a house. It was rare, it was beautiful because she accepted all of him. She finished her studies and was working as an accountant, earning an honest life for the two of them. In order to save a little bit of money, they were all living together with Sarah and her family at Henry's family house. Last time Oya visited, she even joked about him living the life, getting married to a woman who knew the truth about the supernatural world and still wanted his dangerous ass despite everything...Well, that was until tonight. He just sent everything to the nearest wall and watched as his dreams crumbled down.

« Cold feet? You? I don't understand Josh...Why would you want to break your engagement? »

« She wants a family and I am not sure I can give her one. Every case I work could be my last, Oya. Every time I leave the house I might not come back... She could even be the target of an attack. »

« You knew this before. What's new here, Josh? » She asked, taking another sip of her beer while he ran her fingers through his black mane. « What's new? »

« I am not sure I want her to have my kids. I don't want my kids to grow without a dad! Look at how devastated I am without mine! » He growled, hitting the table with his fist and making Oya shudder a little bit.

« You miss daddy and you're going to miss on your chance at being happy? What do you think he'd say? He took the risk when he married Hazel and look at you two! » She furrowed her brows. « Your mom knew the risks when she built a family with your dad. Stephanie knows the risks. You saved her life! » She berated him, her tone harsh but filled with love and concern. « Do you have an idea of how hard it is to find someone who is in love with you, with ALL of you ?? You don't have to hide from her, you don't have to keep a whole life a secret from her! You-- » But he cut her short.

« Do you have ANY idea of how it is to be in love and be afraid to lose it? Do you know how that feels Oya? » -He spat at her, before he took a big sip of his beer, nearly emptying the bottle on her. « You have no idea of how scary life is when someone so good and so beautiful as Stephanie walks into your life and wants to share it forever with you! »

Oya froze. How dare he say something like /this/ to her ?! She had been there, engaged to a man who claimed he was in love with her, only to have him reject her the minute she lost her ability to conceive a child. How dared Joshua claim she had no idea what being afraid to lose the one you love was when she was having nightmares every single day about losing Dean because of her? She lived with this fear in her guts, even though she never acted on it, save for when the world's fate was at stake, because then, and only then she knew that Dean, Sam, and even Castiel would have given up their lives and living in a world without them... Without Dean was inconceivable. His words felt like a slap in her face and she knew that he was drunk and pretty much without a filter on his thoughts. She knew that she couldn't even blame him because she never truly talked about the Winchesters and her real connection to them. She couldn't even blame him because she refused to look into her own feelings while he was living them. He was the one who was engaged and who cried out his separation from his future wife. He was the one hurting tonight and yet, his words hurt her worse than a curse from a witch.

« Fuck you, Josh. Fuck you! » She managed to say, taking another sip of her beer. « I lost Fabrice you son of a bitch. I lost my fiancé twice. I lost his love the day I couldn't have his children anymore. I lost his life when a demon possessed him and I had to kill him with my bare hands. Don't you fucking dare tell me I don't know how it feels. » She felt her lips tremble and her face became somber as she leaned into her chair. It seemed to have worked because Joshua pondered her words and realized that he had fucked up too.

« I'm sorry Oya. I wasn't thinking... »

« That's your fucking issue here, mate! You're not thinking! You are just spitting words like they are bullets! » She put the bottle on the table. « She LOVES you! Do you understand that? »

« Yeah... » He nodded and scratched the back of his neck.

« She fucking loves you!! She knows the world you live in, she's had a taste already! She didn't run away from you, she ran towards you because she saw you! You're an idiot, but you're badass and your heart is in the right place ! » she patted her own chest. « But you're afraid. You're afraid because you haven't been this happy in a while. I know. Hazel's death took a toll on your dad, Sarah and you. Losing Henry...Fuck, I miss him too, okay? I miss my dad every day as well. I know. » She took a deep breath and sighed. « But you can't run away from happiness because you're afraid you'll lose it! » She furrowed her brows and crossed her arms tighter around her chest.

« I'm afraid? » He lifted a brow, his voice drown with alcohol. « I'm afraid of being happy? ...Ah?... » An epiphany, uh? This late? At this seedy bar? Oya was right, he was scared of being happy and that made him scratch his scalp harder.

« Tssk... » Oya shrugged and then lowered her head. « You creeped me out with your cryptid text, asshole. I thought you were gonna do something stupid. »

« I'm sorry Oya...I'm an idiot, I know. » He said, rubbing his face with his warm palm. «I'm sorry. »

« Tssk.....Text Stephanie that you love her. Tell her, you want to marry her but you're afraid of losing her. »

« Is this what you would do with Dean? » He asked, leaning onto the table and closing his eye. Oya blushed hard and ran her fingers through his black mane and didn't say anything, wishing for him to lose focus but he put his hand above hers and gently squeezed it. « You don't have to say anything, I know you care for him. »

« I care, yes... » She said, as a soft smile crept on her lips. « I would have talked to Stephanie if I were in your shoes, because I know she wants to hear from you. She needs to hear from you that you love her and you want to share your life with her, so just do this. » Oya's voice was even softer, drowned in the humdrum of the bar. « I'll take you to your hotel room. You're in no condition to drive home. »

« Okay...Thankz... » He said, shutting his eyes and squeezing her hand tighter. « Thankz... Thankz... » He repeated softly. Oya shrugged and nodded quietly before she looked at the ceiling and the giant fan above their heads. She would have done the very same for Dean, even though, they wouldn't have been in this situation anyway. Oya knew that if there was a chance that Dean thought she didn't care for him, she would make sure he knew...She always made sure he knew. Even tonight as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted Dean.

#I'll take the road tomorrow. Joshua's safe, just drinking his misery away. I miss you.O. # 

-TBC-

Doya: I want to work cases with you

Dean felt hands tug at his shirt and tore his gaze off of his tablet to look at the woman who was calling for his attention. He grinned at the sight of a grinning Oya and put his tablet away. She spent the whole day training while he was looking for a case and he enjoyed the sight of her going for serious business. She was short, very small compared to him but could pack a punch and had a serious kick-game. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a white tank top and a pair of boxers that barely squeezed her curvy frame. The hunter put his tablet away and Oya took it as an opportunity to sit on his lap. Dean grinned and put both hands on her hips while she made herself comfortable on top of him. His emerald eyes stared at her face, at the gorgeous pearly white smile she had on, the heavy black curls still wet from the shower she had taken a while ago, her big hazel eyes that were looking at him softly. Her hands were on his shoulders and she gently massaged them.

« Do you have an idea of how much I have missed you, Dickhead? » She bit her bottom lip, her eyes traveled from his face to his chest before she moved them back onto his face.

« I think I have a pretty good idea, bitch. You've spammed my phone with adorable texts and pictures of the places you've visited. »

« It was like a dream came true! I got to dress like a cowboy! I'm very sure you would have liked it. I rode on a horse, I even helped them with the cattle after they insisted on offering me free food. I mean, I couldn't have refused free food. » She said chuckling softly.

« You're so cheap Oya. You'll do anything for free food. » He was teasing her, which worked since she blushed hard and shook her head.

«No! No ! I'm not cheap! Come on! »

« I buy you every day when I cook breakfast. » He teased her a little more, making her blush harder and puff her cheeks. « Aww, are you going to sulk now? » He gently mocked her, which had her roll her eyes and ran her fingers over the back of his neck. She felt Dean shudder a little at the contact, mostly because he loved it. She always touched him, always pleased him with her little attention and after so long, his body also got responsive to her touch. His breathing became a little sharp as she shifted on his lap and brushed over his bulge, intentionally.

« If you buy me with food, then I buy you with kisses. » She grinned, knowing full well he would deny her words but his body would betray him. And it happened as she anticipated.

« No.. of course not! You don't buy me with kisses. » He said, his hands gently stroked her hips and mind-absently made her move on top of him. She grinned and moved her hips, still pretending she wasn't aware of what was happening. « You don't buy me with those fingers in my hair. » He purred while she bent a little forward and planted a kiss on his forehead.

« Oh yeah? I don't buy you with my fingers? » He shook his head. « So you're telling me, that me scratching your scalp like that don't do you nothing? » She curbed a brow, moaning softly as she enjoyed the warmth and friction between the two of them. He shook his head but could barely hold back his purr. « Ohhh too bad. Too bad that my fingers make you feel nothing. » She removed them from his scalp and ran them over his chest. « I won't do it again then. »

« No. I mean, come on Oya. » He tried to bargain but she refused to move and instead just kissed the tip of his nose. « You're terrible. You decide to jump on my lap, tease me and now you stop? »

« So you admit I'm teasing you? You admit you're feeling something? » She asked, a grin creeping on her face as she gently stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. « I actually wanted to tell you something, but I got carried away. »

«Shoot? »

« I want to work cases with you again. We haven't been together in a while. Working alone is fine, but it has its limitation and I'm starting to feel it. » She said, biting her bottom lip.

« Are you saying You're missing me? » She nodded and gently put her hands on his chest, this time moving her hips on him with more purpose. «Oya... nfff... »

« Yes. Yes, I'm saying this. I'm saying I have missed you and I want to work with you again. So whatever research you have right now, I want in. You want me in? » She teased him with and bit the top of his ear. Dean groaned a little louder and boldly held her plump ass.

« Of course! What kind of dumb question is that? » He looked up at her, enjoying the smirk she had on and the mischief in her eyes. « You mmhh...I have found something yeah. Do you want to talk about it? » He cleared his throat but she wasn't focused at all. She was trying to keep her focus but he knew she wasn't able to. «Oya? »

« I'm listening.. unf... I'm listening very closely..oh.. »

But she wasn't anymore, so he kissed the crook of her neck and she ran her fingers back into his scalp and the back of his neck. She wasn't listening at all, but Dean didn't mind. 

-TBC-

Elpis and Pride: gentle tease

King Pride returned to his chambers. He was grinning as the death of Envy drew Greed out of his secret hideout. He made a mistake, a tiny mistake which gave away his location and Pride the upper hand. With the information he now had with him, Pride intended to trap his siblings and make them pay for their rebellion. The mere thoughts of his revenge excited the sin who decided that he had earned a little bit of rest. Rest, in his mind, came in the form of the stubborn goddess of Hope and Light who was still trapped within his realm. He was glad to see she mellowed to him since he returned victorious from his battle with Envy, she wasn't challenging him as much as she used to before, and Pride welcomed the change. He opened the door of his chambers, only to find the goddess lazily sitting on the bed, a vividly red bathrobe on, her wavy pink locks hastily tied on a messy bun and a golden choker she was wearing that immediately caught his attention.

« You have returned, beloved. You seem to be in a good mood, too. » She said, curling her toes and lazily stroking the top of her right foot with her left one.

« I have. » He pointed out, a smirk creeping on his lips. « You also seem to be in a sweet mood as well. To what do I owe your smiles. » -She couldn't help but smile back at him as he walked closer and removed his vest he folded and put on the chair of his chambers desk.

« I think seeing you is a good way to start.» She said, tilting her head to the side as he removed his cufflinks and put them on the desk. He then untied his tie and undid a couple of buttons from his shirt. He watched as she tilted her head to the sides and played with the hem of her bathrobe.

«Moreover? » The king asked, his blue eyes now set upon the goddess who ran her left hand over her neck-piece.

« I love the fact you've killed Envy. Learning this had brought me joy. » -She purred-

Her golden orbs watched as the sin removed his shoes and then walked over the bed. He stood there, before the goddess who wore nothing but that red flimsy fabric and her golden jewel and grinned harder. She seemed to appreciate his victory as much as he did. He could tell since she surrendered to him the very same day, accepting to call him her king, accepting to let him play her like he damn pleased. He knew death turned her on, seeing him all-powerful turned her on even more and he liked to see her relaxed and satisfied. She slightly spread her legs and yanked her head back so she could have a better look at him. Her eyes were glowing brightly, she bit her bottom lip and he could see her chest heave up and down harder now that he was closer to her.

« I love the fact you are getting close to your goal and now, Greed might be the next essence you will add to Khaos. He hurt you, hadn't he? He betrayed your trust and tried to murder you. » -Her tone was betraying her arousal and while what she said brought unpleasant memories to the Sin, the excitation she had about his upcoming revenge, soothed Pride. He liked it because she was trying to encourage him.

« Yes. Yes, he had. I offered him the world on a silver platter and he spat on my face. » He growled, his eyes turning purple as anger slowly overwhelmed him.

« But you know what we do to traitors don't you? » He lifted a brow and walked closer, hitting the bed with his legs. He bent forward, his hand now running in between her breasts, over the exposed skin of the goddess. « Ohh....yes, yes you do know what we do to them. » She repeated, her warm skin literally covered itself with short-lived goosebumps as he touched her with his cold skin.

« And what do we do to traitors? » -He teased her with, his hand stroking the neck, finding a little collar loop at the front of it-

Pride pulled on it, eliciting a moan from the goddess who closed her eyes. Pride leaned a little into her, finding a comfortable spot in between her legs. His other hand was flat on the mattress to help him keep his balance, while his body was brushing against hers. She let her hand ran on his powerful shoulder blades and lost her fingers into his blonde locks. How warm she was! How sweet and supple she was against his hard frame! And she smelled so damn good, like nature at dawn and he enjoyed this particular scent that, when she wasn't a stubborn asshole, calmed him down.

« We kill them... » She managed to whisper in his ear. « We make them suffer for all they did to us. Just like you haaan.. did with Envy. Just like you.. mmhh did with Leviathan. We torture them for all they put us through. Are you... Are you going to torture Greed when you get your hands on him? » She asked, rolling her eyes as he planted kisses on her cheeks and pulled on her collar's loop a little harder.

« You want to find out? You're going to have to ask nicely Elpis. » He warned her.

« Yes, My king...Let me ask you properly. » She said, pulling a little away from him so she could stare at him. The night was young and she wanted to play, so why not indulge her? Why not?

-TBC-

Bäahal: What is it that you want?

Bäahal the resilient, the sun of Astapor, the jewel of Mereen, the silver princess. So many titles that barely scratched the surface of who and what Bäahal really was. Not so long ago, she wasn't allowed to think for herself. She wasn't allowed to dream or wish or Have her own agenda. She did anyway, by dreaming of freedom and doing her Best to survive until it was her moment. From this tiny act of rebellion, the potential soil on which she could grow was born. Her appetite for life was devastatingly out of control, taking her to new territories she couldn't have dreamed of. Her desire to live clumsily bumped with contradictory directions. "You serve and only serve there is no 'you'" would say her masters ", forcing her to keep her desires to herself, her hopes and dreams. "You owe me the truth and I want nothing but the truth." Would urge her sister, effectively forcing Bäahal to be open, to speak her mind, to dare think for herself. She was still learning how to balance everything out. How to be true and honest while keeping most of her thoughts to herself. She had to, the golden lion told her so.

She had a lot of thoughts, Bäahal found out, and desires and needs too. Some of them were directed at the golden Lion much to her dismay. His unsettling yet pleasant presence stirred emotions the princess had yet to decipher but refused to do so. Now wasn't the time, not when the world was potentially ending, not when the throne was within their grasp, not when the greater good was at stake. What was a soul's internal conflict when a million lives were at stake? What was the use of selfish desires when a bigger cause needed attention? Why should she look into herself when her skills were More useful on a battlefield? Unknowingly, war became an easy gateway she used to escape the real questions and her real fear. When the war will end and all will be said and done, she would need to look for an answer to the question Jon asked one day. "What is it, princess, that you truly desire?" Once Her sister would be queen, the mask would fall and she would need to Figure out who she really is.

Soa: the news

(Soa)

Word got out that the queen was back. Something was brewing in the air, everyone was busy trying to welcome Jessica the best way they could, by throwing a party. It made sense, in a way, that they would want to celebrate her return, her life, therefore coming together seemed like the best way to do that. Upon learning the safe return from her seemingly unscathed sister, Asma sighed in relief.  She blinked as it felt like the first breath taken after a long time holding one's breath, and put her hand on top of her chest that was heaving up and down at a faster pace.

Joy was the first emotion, quickly followed by relief. Her sister was alive! Asma sat on her office chair and leaned into it, her other hand now pressed against her plump lips. She was trembling, her lips fought hard to hold back her sobs and her eyes did a lousy job keeping her tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Pain replaced joy and overwhelmed the woman whose breathing became uneven, sharper, interspersed with sobs that became louder and louder. Jessica was alive dummy! Why are you crying? She thought to herself, her fingers now tapping the soft surface of her lips in an attempt to calm her down. It just dawned on her, the fear of losing the most precious relationship she had came down on her like a train and now that she knew Jessica was alive, the emotions she kept in check stormed in.

Raw, powerful, put of control...her meltdown couldn't be contained anymore so she's just let It out. Smiles crept up at times, having herb chuckle with relief a suit her worst fears didn't come to life and Asma wiped her face as much as she could but still soaked her top with her tears. Her nose ran, spit dribbled down her chin. It wasn't cry-cute at all, it couldn't be after storing feelings for so long. Anger. Now that was anger she's was feeling, as she hit the table with her fists, once Shen could collect her thoughts. Why didn't Sheba text back? Why didn't she just tell her she was okay but Incommunicado? Why did she have to make her feel so fucking bad? Asma resented Jessica, a little bit, for having gone out of the radar and put everyone at heartbreak hospital. It was a feeling Shen hated, mostly because it was the first time she felt something like this for the beautiful brunette but also because she realized how fragile she still was. How many times did she want to drink because she thought jess died? How many times did she argue with Tig because of Jess? How much place in her heart did Asma give Jessica? Of course, I think would make her angry, because Jessica made her fall in love with her only to make her suffer from stunts like these. How could she dare?

Anger was her gateway to rationality. As she focused on those feelings and on what she would tell Jessica when they would meet, Asma soon stopped her meltdown. She was able to cry in a more quieter way, with just tears rolling down her cheek as she argued in her head with the queen. But soon, reasons and arguments became white noise again as once all was said and done, the only thing that mattered was that the queen was back.

She grabbed her phone, ran her hand through her hair and texted.

"You scared the shit out of me. Be lucky I love you still. Xoxo. Azz!"

Oya don't let go

(Oya)

Don't let me go.

I am not the best at speaking my mind, let alone tell you how I feel. I sometimes want to sit you down and tell you each and every reason you should not have me around. I want to tell you about my nightmares involving your death, Sam's death and even Castiel's because of me. I sometimes want to tell you how toxic I am, how I bring death around me. I sometimes want to scream at you that you should not get attached because eventually, you will realize I am not that good and I make you more miserable than you already are.

Don't let me go.

When will the other shoe drop? Tomorrow? Tonight? In a year? The thought never leaves the back of my head because I have been allowed to be happy, In this fucking world at that. It's been going on for too long now, that happiness you make me feel, and I don't know how to handle this. I sometimes want to ask you why, why me? Why this bag of messy fucks instead of someone less damaged? Why pick me? Why when you know I couldn't mess you up even worse than you already are?

Don't let me go.

I am bullshitting my way out of happiness because truth to be told, it's harder to accept I deserve this than the end of a stick. Yet I cling to it, I am addicted to feeling good. I cannot spend one day without you in my life. I cannot imagine not waking up to you, not texting you, not working with you. Do you understand? You have to because I will never tell you. You have to understand I picked you. I chose you. I....see you. There is no room for someone else in the ruins that Is my heart and there will never be. I will never let go of you because no matter how much you struggle against the very same thing, I know you don't want to go either. So I won't let go. So you're stuck with me, in this bitch of a world and I have to say, it seems pretty good.

Elpis: doubt

(Elpis)

When the world turned upside down, She planted her feet in the ground and refused to move. There was no way she would have sacrificed her feelings for Pride and bowed down to the other gods. Be pretty, smile, do as you are told: those were the marching orders, the mold Elpis was forced into. Pride was freedom. Meeting him set her free, loving him set her free but at what cost?

They lost everything. She lost him too. Unmade and remade into a colder, stronger and emotionally detached being, the sin was a new version of himself, free of their common past and whatever he was feeling for her.

"Surely I would make him love me again." She tried to convince herself. "Surely, he would see me..." she repeated like a mantra to build up strength and courage. The truth was, he didn't see her. He wouldn't love her. He hardly ever did in His older version. She had never been one to doubt, especially not when it Came to her feelings but ever since she was free and realized how lonely she was, Elpis felt doubt creep in her heart. Her older sister last words looped in her mind, comparing her love for the sin as puppy love and child's play. What if it was? What if she woke up to reality? What if there was nothing for her in this world but misery and solitude? It never lasted long, less than a blink of an eye but always she chose to ignore the fear and stand still because the only thing true in this world was the hopeless love she felt for the sin. It was what drove her, what kept her going. It was a conscious choice she made, to walk the path from hell and give him her Light.

But doubt had settled in, reminding her how painfully weak she actually was. Reminding how she had everything within reach yet nothing.

Jaime x Bäahal: dont speak

"I take you aren't shy around a man." -He teased her and grabbed her by the waist. Jaime was on the bathtub, fully naked.-

"You wanted me to be shy around you?" -She chuckled and put her hands on his chest- "sit still Lord Jaime. You are dirty like a boar and I'd like to make sure you are clean." 

"You don't have to. I can handle myself very well." He pointed out "Unless you actually wanted to see me naked." He looked at her, a smirk crossed his lips as he saw her blush. The slight darker tint on her cheeks was delightful to see. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as he spoke.

"N-no! Of course not! I never wanted to see you naked." His hold on her waist didn't weaken and he yanked his head back so he could see her better. She was wearing a very light white gown, the kind you would not wear outside of your private room. Her hair was down, framing her gorgeous blushing face. Jaime chuckled and pulled her against his frame. She shook her head and rubbed the wet sponge she was holding, on his face, rubbing some dirt off of his face. 

"Come on Princess, You have." 

He let her clean his face, but the truth was that he was using humour to cover the tension that was building up. She found him a year ago, wounded, dirty, a real mess. It took him a while to heal his wound and feel comfortable with her. They might have not been enemies anymore, she still reminded him of the worst day of his life. Her long silver locks reminded him of Daenerys. Her purple hues, while soft on him, reminded him of how cold Aerys II's were and how cold Daenerys' were when she killed his sister. It didn't matter that Bäahal wasn't like her sister, seeing her hurt him, so he refused to talk to her. But she treated him well and was concerned. He could tell in between his delirious state and when he healed up. He heard a handmaiden talk next to him thinking he was asleep. 

"Does it even matter? I have seen naked men before. I am not curious." 

Rumours had it that he called her Cersei, more than once when he was delirious and she let him. She didn't say anything but it was obvious it was hurting her. Even today as she was cleaning his face and kept a smile on her face, Bäahal was sad. He closed his eye as she pulled him against her plump chest while she poured some water onto his hair. She felt good against him, soft and sweet and he had missed this kind of touch. Her fingers over his blonde mane felt good. Way too good and he grunted as she slowly massaged his scalp. He grew silent, enjoying her soft touch on his skin, the texture of the sponge on the back of his neck, on his shoulder pads and his spine. His breathing became sharper as she slowly knelt In front of him and rubbed the sponge on his chest. His torso tense, his jaw clenched and his eyes became more Intense. 

"Princess..."

"Please don't speak.." she begged. 

She didn't want him to say the name of his twin sister, she didn't want him to apologize for saying it. She didn't want to address her own feelings despite them hitting against her ribcage. Her hand cupped his cheek she gently stroked and a soft smile crept on her lips. 

"I know you can clean up... but I wanted to check on your injuries, see for myself..." she justified herself, tried to rationalize her actions because there was No way she wanted anything more. 

"Cut the act, Bäahal..." he said, his voice low and sharp. "Cut it..."

She looked at him, the sponge cleaning his chest before she lowered it to his hips. Her breathing was sharper and she bit her bottom lip. His only hand grabbed her neck and he looked down at her. His emerald eyes stared at the young targaryen who let her hand go into the bath. 

"Princess."  He didn't fight her, instead he pulled her closer to his face and pressed his lips to hers. "You said You only wanted to look at my injuries. I am not Injured down there."

"I would have thought you were..."

She bit her bottom lip and removed her hand, clearing her throat as she felt her cheeks burn. He confused her, made her blush and she felt her chest heave up and down because of the kiss he just gave her. It was a natural reaction after all, nothing deeper than that. She wanted it oh so badly and didn't think much as she pressed her lips to his again and he made her fall into his bathtub. 

-TBC-

Bäahal x Jaime: a historical hiccup

“Keep your thoughts guarded. Not that I don’t enjoy these conversations, but you need to learn how to keep your mouth closed.”

That was a sound advice Lord Jaime gave the princess. Their last 'friendly' conversation ended up, once again, to be a lesson. Bäahal realized that he was now aware of the pain she carried with her since Viserion died. It was an easy way to hurt the princess during battle, just the simple mention of Viserion would be enough to take her focus off of the battlefield and have her surrender to anger. She would then be sloppy in her attacks, and lose so much focus that victory would be ensured. But where was the honour in that? Being defeated because grief and pain flared up wasn't an honourable way to die. Bäahal acknowledged that she couldn't possibly let him get into her head because of her dragon's death. That was easy.

What wasn't easy was to admit she confessed her attraction to him. It couldn't be! Bäahal had never been attracted to anyone and she didn't want to start. Yes, Jaime was handsome, legends and songs travelled all the way to Essos. Yes, she witnessed it with her own two purple eyes, but that didn't mean she had to acknowledge it and it didn't mean anything if not confusion. She buried her thoughts in her mind, ignoring the very words she had just said and proceeded t²o push the thoughts at the corner of her head.

War would change everything, she was certain of this. There was no time for distractions when the life of her sister was at stake and her future as the queen of the seven kingdoms, were the goals. Nothing could come in between Daenerys and the throne, therefore the silver princess decided to push aside those thoughts. He was the enemy of the crown, a devoted ally to Cersei. Whether they win or not this war, he would still be devoted to the mad queen, so why should she care about him the way she did?

Lord Varys told her to be careful of the emotions she would be experiencing. As someone who freed himself, he knew a lot about unchecked emotions and caught the princess look at Jaime when she believed he wasn't looking back. she was young, experimenting and discovering life so of course, she would get confused. It probably was nothing, Bäahal convinced herself with. nothing deep, nothing meaningful, just a curious mind waking up to the world around her. After the war against Cersei, eventually, she would realize it all was nothing but a historical hiccup

Pride and Elpis: Darling, you're different

He wasn't like the others, gods draped with their own pride and selfish desires. They always had narrow minds and small goals. They always were predictable, boring and of little interest. He was different and I couldn't tell why at first. It took me a little bit of time to figure it out and even then, I was confused.

You see, Pride is something else, something overwhelming and powerful. His eyes would search your soul and force you to come clean to him. it will force you to reveal your true nature, it will force you to embrace your darkness. Maybe that was why I fell in love with him. He expected me to be true to myself rather than the goddess they moulded me to be and in order to please him, I became me. I removed the layers of extra skin, the fake goddess shaped by my peers to finally be myself and that was why I wanted him. With Pride there was no more game, there was only the Truth. There was only him.

I fell in love with Pride because he was different. He didn't want me to be like he wished me to be, he wanted me to be true to myself and before him -and after him- no other suitor had wanted it. Nobody but him wanted the real me. How could I not fall in love?