Elpis x Pride : a place in the dark

Pride and Elpis:

"I think I have proven my loyalty to you already." 

Elpis said as she held onto the balcony of pride's chambers. She had been wandering in the confines of his castle, unable to leave it and explore his realm for he put a restrictive spell on her. The goddess felt punished for she wasn't allowed to wander out of the Underworld and he would not let her go back to Earth. Her light was losing its shine as she was deprived of human worship and sun. It didn't matter to her... what did was that she couldn't go after her pantheon and destroy them as she so often dreamed of. She was afraid Pride would steal her vengeance from her or even worse, keep her locked forever in another prison, a golden one but a prison nonetheless. Pride lifted a brow as he was standing next to her and contemplating his realm.

"What is your point, Elpis?"

He wouldn't answer her question because he believed she already knew the answer. She did prove her loyalty to him. She did come to him and told him she embraced this new version of the Sin. What more could she do? Although he could come up with a few ideas of his own with time, Pride knew that Elpis was loyal to him. He had sensed frustration from Her but couldn't quite understand why she was so restless. The goddess turned her braided head to the sin and clenched her fists. 

"You don't want me out there.... are you denying me my revenge?" She furrowed her brows and looked at his face to see his reactions. He seemed to think she was being silly and shook his head. 

"Are you suggesting I do not trust you enough to fight by my sides?"

"You tell me... it's all I have ever wanted. You know that there is nothing and no one else, but you in my heart." She whispered and walked closer to him. He watched her take his hand and put it against her soft cheek. "I am withering away here... without any idea of what is going on... on what your plans are... I need to be apart of this, Superbia. Especially now..." she kissed his cold palm and looked into his blue hues. 

He remained silent for a while. Pondering her words before he could come up with an answer. She got it wrong. He trusted her. He just had to handle some of his siblings who were an urgent matter and he couldn't let them know of Elpis. She wasn't a liability, he could get rid of her should the occasion arise but he didn't want to go to this extreme. Not after all the trouble, he went through to set her free, not after a taste of how it could be was given to him by Asma. Elpis made his old self feel like he mattered and for this alone, Pride wouldn't sacrifice Elpis. She risked everything, including her own life to be with him.  And even today, she wanted to be part of his revenge. He laid a hand on her waist and squeezed her cheek. 

"My siblings are after me again. They are organized and reckless.... you... I do not want them to know you are alive and with me. They can't feel you as long as you stay here." 

It was the truth and she went along with it. She understood he didn't want to have too many things to worry about, not when he had to

Fight powerful foes such as sins. Elpis might have been powerful, any of the sins could end her life if they so wished. And any of them would use her against Pride, which he refused to let happen. Her golden orbs averted from

His face to his chest and she sighed softly. 

"I see......"

"I do not want to deny you your revenge. Your pantheon is on my list and you will come with me. It is your right to make them pay for what they did to you."

"To us." She corrected, her fingers tangling with his suit vest. 

"To us." He replied, a soft smirk on his lips. "I have plenty of plans in mind... I was just too busy to share with you." He grinned as she slightly tilted her head.

"Are you going to share with me?" She inquired, knowing full well that listening to his velvet words would make her swoon and send shivers down her spine. He noticed the brief flash of light that crossed her eyes and chuckled softly.

"For my eager little goddess? I will. I can and I want to share with you."

"Spare me no detail." She hissed as he sunk his fingers into the supple flesh of her waist. 

"I don't intend to."

(TBC)

Doya: and then life came back

Doya: 

Her spell was wearing off. It only was a matter of hours until it completely stopped working. Oya had no clues as to when it would end but she could hear the werewolves gather around her hiding spot. They knew she was there but couldn't pinpoint which house she was hiding at... yet. It had Been days since she sent her text to Sam and Dean, secretly hoping that they would come to her rescue but they had not been. What was she thinking? The thrill of a good hunt took over her common sense and because she wanted to challenge herself, she fell into a death trap. Half the town was a werewolf pack. Different families living together in harmony and feeding off of the humans who either traveled through town or settled in. Always a random disappearance, always someone with little to no strings in the town so people would not notice they weren't in town. It all was perfect until one of them got sloppy and Oya sniffed a lead. She should had asked for help at the first hunch. Had she done that she wouldn't be in danger. But she didn't ask for

Helped ended up caught in a wildfire. 

One bullet, two bulllets.... six bullets. There were only six bullets left for a herd of 8 or more. Werewolves weren't easy to kill, a bullet could not be enough so she basically was waiting for her death. Sweet irony that this situation was. Oya didnt want to die. Not anymore. Not as long as Dean and Sam and Castiel

Would be alive. As she realized that she didn't welcome death as easily as before, Oya shook her head and leaned it against the counter she was sitting against. Six bullets left, a herd of werewolves waiting outside and a desire to live stronger than ever. That had to be a cruel joke from Life. Her lips trembled and her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she stared at her phone. She pulled her legs together and wrapped her arms around them. Her breathing became laboured, sharper than before and she could feel the last remain of control slip off of her hands. Shit! She was going to die here! Alone.. the idea had her so upset she hit the floor with her fist and muffled a sob, then another, then another.... she made small noises, mostly cries she was trying so hard to keep to herself but what was the point in hiding them? She was going to die so who cared about a breakdown? 

When finally she gave into her fears, Oya started to cry. shewas suffocating in this house, where her food supplies were almost over and the air was cold. What if Sam and Dean never came? What if

Crowley was in their way? What if an Angel was behind it all? What if they died on their way to her? What if they found her dead body? She was horrified by the eventuality Dean would have to discover her lifeless form. He already lost too much and he was going to lose her too. Fuck this! It couldn't happen... it shouldn't happen! Her body was shaking as flashes of Dean's face crept into her mind. His smirks, his doubting face, his pouts and his smiles were all coming to her mind as she remembered moments they had. He was the first face she saw after they rescued her, years ago. She remembered how excited she was when she took him To a date and gave him The necklace she sculpted for him. He never took it off, nor even once and she knew he was protected.... she remembered the first kiss they had and how right it felt, to her.  It made her smile of course, those sweet memories of them, arguing, saving each other and working together. 

It made her smile but it made her even sadder. She wanted more. She needed more than just the few years life gave her. It felt unfair, sudden, horrible.... she tried to bargain with Chuck, called his name in vain once her denial was gone. As he didn't answer, then came anger. She screamed at him, for being a coward, for abandoning his children and the people who counted on him, for creating angels who in turn terrorized mankind. She blamed him for everything that happened to Dean and Sam and Castiel, for the pain and misery that was birthed by him

And how horrible life was for the righteous. it felt ironic that after all those years seeking death, now that it was at her door, Oya wanted to live. But she knew it was the end and it took her a while to accept it. Slowly but surely, she put the remaining bullets in the chamber of her gun and once it was ready, Oya stood back up. She cleaned her face, chugged down the last bottle of beer available in the house and grabbed her knife. The spell wore off and all the werewolves finally located her and broke the door and windows as they attacked her. One last time, Oya, you would do this one last time so better go out like a champ. But in all this chaos, suddenly a voice called her name. And along with it, Hope came back. 

"Dean!" She yelled back, with gratitude and tears in her heart. "Dean! Sam! Right here!" And just like that, the sparkle turned into fire. 

Tig x Asma : I like the view

// SoA: "I like the view" Tig x Asma

It's been a while for these two :) love you Rainbow <3

Xxxxxxxx

" I like the view."

Asma's sultry voice echoed through the bedroom. Tig grinned to himself as he was quietly kicking his shoes off of his feet. The day has been long and he wanted nothing but to spend time with his fiancée. She was sitting against the bed headrest, wearing only a silk bathrobe. Her wavy and dyed pink hair was cascading on her back.

"Yeah? What do you like about that view?" He teased her. Taking his sweet time to remove his shirt. He heard her gasp but kept going without a glance at Asma.

The inker's eyes were glued to Tig's strong and taut body. She liked the curve of his spine, his broad and battle-scarred back that was a testament of the life he led. She enjoyed the sight of his tight ass that filled his jeans and was left biting at her bottom lip. He looked like a whole snack and she wanted a taste of it.

"I like your back.." she started with, trailing off as she left the bed and walked towards Alex. "I like the curve of your spine." She whispered as she closed in. "I like your broad shoulders... big, strong.." her forefinger traced the curve of his spine while her warm breath brushed over the skin of his shoulder blades. He didn't move. His breath became sharper. Her voice was as soft as silk. It always had that slightly raspy tone when she was aroused that drove him nuts.

"What else, Bella? What else do you like?" He breathlessly asked while he felt her lips plant kisses on his heated skin. It sent shivers down his spine and a jolt into his loins. A low growl escaped from the lips, which encouraged Asma to keep going.

"I love your hips, the small curve on them that your pants prevent me to fully admire." She chuckled and planted another string of kisses between his shoulder blades. Her hands gently held his belt and tugged at it as she pressed her body against his back. He felt her underwear and her skin rub against his back.

"Admire away, Bella..." he growled, slowly becoming unable to form a sentence. He wanted to turn around and kiss her but she was holding onto him so tightly he knew she didn't want him to look at her. She had other plans.

"I like to see your ass too. I like to feel it even more." She purred, her hands moved up to his chest she started to stroke. Jesus! Her skin was soft, so soft he couldn't hold back a moan. She found her way up to his nipples she brushed over with her warm palm. "Do you have any idea of how crazy the sight of you drives me? Do you?" She moaned in his ear, eliciting a groan from the older man who shook his head because he wanted to hear it.

"Say it again."  -he groaned-

"I love to see your ass. I love to hold it... I want to squeeze it." -She grinned and squeezed his ass tighter.-

"Then squeeze it." Tig put her hands on hers and put it down to his hips. She grinned and unbuckled his pants and slipped her hand into it. His cock was slowly growing and she felt his bulge but ignored it. Alex groaned as his fiancé squeezed his taut ass and started to knead it.

" mmmhhhhh like this?" She purred in his ear and smirked as he nodded.

"Yes...." he liked when that pink head of hers was this mischievous. Her warm hands felt good against his ass, but her touch was enough to make his cock throb harder ."Bella..." he groaned again and tried to turn around but she wrapped her arms around him tighter and moved her hand in front of him.

"No. I think you should let me finish, I haven't appreciated the view enough.."

He leaned into her touch and made himself comfortable against the tinier woman. Her pink strands brushed over his back while her lips kissed his warm skin. Her left hand held his throbbing cock while the other entwined her fingers with his. The Inker felt her man tense as he wasn't expecting her to attack this fast, this good. Her hand jerked him off, slowing moving up and down on his thick member. She loved the feeling of his veins against her hand and the twitch his cock gave her when she stroked it. He loved that she was determined to make him feel good, the sound of his moans excited her and encouraged her to do more. Asma picked up the pace, her moans answered his. She heard the sound of his toes curl onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom and felt a rumble becoming more and more intense as she kept stroking him.

"You feel so good, Alex... you're so wet." She encouraged him, her voice sultry and sensual as she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck... Bella." He couldn't contain himself, not when she was feeling so good. He rolled his eyes as she was now touching his sensitive tip and held him tighter."If you keep going..."

"Cum for me, Alex... right now... I want to feel it in my hand.." she commanded relentlessly pleasuring him. He was breathless, his moans became closer and she felt him try and take deep breaths in vain. It didn't work. It couldn't work. She grinned and encouraged him some more before her teeth captured the tip of his ear and bit it, pushing Tig over the edge. He came undone and spilled himself on her hand and before he could realize what had just happened, she had returned to bed and laid on it. The biker turned around to the sight of her licking his essence off of her hand.

"Bella....."

"The night is young Alex..come closer." She invited him
With a crooked finger and patted the bed next to her.

The night was young and they were full of love...

Doya: are we ready ?

Doya: "Are we ready?"

(for some reason I can't put it in the album)

//💚💚

"Are we ready?"

She asked, climbing onto the bed of Dean's bedroom. -their bedroom if we were technical- Oya was sat on her heels and crossed her arms above her chest.

"Ready for what?"

Dean asked in a bemused tone. Oya had been trying to find a case they could work together but things became complicated when Sarah and Joshua Thomas asked for help. Dean Would have gone with Oya if Sam had not come up with a case they had to work together. So in a couple of months, they had not seen each other a lot.

Oya missed him. Dean knew. She had been clear about it on her numerous texts and videos. She enjoyed working solo but there was a moment she needed to come back home and be with him. Now seemed to be that moment and she was determined not to let it slip away from her. The petite hunter jumped a little on the mattress and crossed her arms tighter.

" for a case, Dickhead! I want to work a case with you! It has been long enough..." she pouted and patted the mattress.

"Ahaha Oya! Does that mean you are missing me?" He lifted a brow and flashed his famous grin that made her swallow hard.

"Maybe I am..." she jumped on the bed again "maybe I am not! It doesn't matter. We have to work together!"

"Doesn't sound like an emergency to me." He teased her and shrugged.

"Dickhead!" -She called out in a pout.-

"Bitch!" -he replied with a soft grin on his lips.-

"Dean! I am serious." She crawled towards him and wrapped her arms around his broad torso. "Are we going to look out for something tonight?"

"Aha... yes. Yes, we will. We can do it now if you want." He said while his arms wrapped around her torso and he planted his lips to her forehead.

"Good. Let me pick my tablet on the nightstand." She outstretched her hand and grabbed her tablet on the nightstand. He stroked her back and watched her check the news. For a while, she was scrolling down on the screen. "Dean?.."

"Mmmmhhhh???" He planted a kiss on her Forehead.

"I did miss you..... I wanted to hurry up and come home to you." She admitted in a soft voice, while her eyes were still staring at her screen.

"And you found me." He simply said, his lips pressed to her forehead.

"And I found you." She looked up so she could press her lips to his and close her eyes. "I will always find you, even if you go to Hell because of Crowley." She chuckled and nuzzled his face.

"You could be crazy like that." He chuckled and kept her close to his strong frame. "But it won't come to that."

"I hope so..." she trailed off and leaned her head back against his chest. "But for now... let's find a case to work on."

"Let's do that." He encouraged, squeezing her tighter than before.

Elpis x Pride : not the reunion She wanted

Elpis x Pride: not the reunion She wanted

// for some reason I can't put it on the album. I love you 💀

Elpis was laying on the lavish couch of her private chambers. There had been no sign of Pride for days, which was stressful to endure for the goddess. She was trapped in the Underworld, locked in there by a spell Pride Casted. It wasn't a situation she was happy about, mostly because she had traded one prison to another. He had her locked and helpless. Elpis was weaker in the confines of the Underworld. Her light couldn't harm the monsters and creatures living in that abyss... at least not until she drew a lot of power from within. Pride knew what he was doing when he took her there.

Her golden eyes stared at empty walls of her chambers and she furrowed her brows. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. She spent 2000 years locked inside human vessels, forgotten by the whole world and the people she cared about. Yes,  now everyone remembered her. Everyone could feel her warmth again but she couldn't leave her room, not until Pride said so. It made her feel vulnerable, and it made her feel angry because once again she was shoved away, she was far away from him. Her fingers tapped her thigh, as she was trying to contain her anger but her eyes sparkled with murderous intent. He had no rights to do her dirty like that. She didn't even have the time to enjoy her freedom that he yanked it away from her.

"I hate you Superbia! Through and through!" She yelled at, throwing a pillow against the wall.

"I don't think you do." His voice surprised her and she let out a gasp.

"How dare you show up after what you did to me?" She growled at him, standing in a rush and turning around to point a finger at the sin. "You didn't even wait! As soon as Asma fell asleep, I was set free And you brought me here! You didn't have the right to choose for me!"

"I had all the rights! I did it to protect you! And this is how you thank me?"

"Protect me? Tell that lie to your other conquests! Not to me! You decided for me! You did what you wanted."

"I am Pride! I always do what I want! Your barking means nothing to me right now. You are alive and free. You should be grateful instead."

He dryly said. His blue pens turned purple as he stared at the goddess. He understood her anger but he didn't care because he did what was right at the moment. She shone too brightly, she would have been noticed by her siblings and he couldn't take the risk for them to be found. Not yet.

"I am not grateful for you taking me here! I spend an awful lot of time Locked up and you are doing this to me! YOU! Of all people!" She yelled and ran her hand over her face. "I don't even get to see you. Why is that?"

"Is it what this is about? You, not seeing me enough? Are you this petty Elpis?" He sneered. "We are at war. I don't have time for pettiness."

"Then why are you there then?" She asked, crossing her arms against her Chest.

Elpis was way too angry for him to deal with her right now. He did come to see how she was doing and have actual first contact with her but she was impossible as of now so he didn't insist. It was different, for the sin, to finally have the goddess in front of him, Alive and animated than memories of a past life he couldn't have anymore. It felt strange and it bothered him even more that she was upset at him. Embers of a time he had with her made him annoyed at the goddess angry yelling, not because she was yelling but because she was upset. Still, he brushed that away. It didn't matter now.

"Good. I see... you won't answer and you will go. Go away then!  I don't want to see you." She turned around and heard him leave the room without a word. She lifted her brows and felt her eyes fill up with unshed tears. It wasn't the first time she wanted to have with him.

But it was the one she got...

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods : Life and Death of Ishtar : A lost boy

A/N: I don't know why listening to mad max fury road trailer song made me think of Ishtar lol but since then, he wants to talk. So I'm indulging him

xxxx

Ishtar's head was full of worries. Nothing had happened since Leviathan was dead but he knew that Elpis would be set free in a matter of time. He wanted to ignore his feelings, bypass them so he could still rule with a clear mind but memories of old times, his own confused emotions came to haunt him again. He was confused about how he felt for the young goddess and what he actually wanted. Torn between wanting her dead and trying to take her back with him, the New-All Father needed direction. Ayasha could never give him what he was looking for, how could she when she was hellbent on finding and killing their sister and the sins? He had already disappointed the goddess of knowledge and therefore wanted to avoid disappointing her once again. His closest siblings were all dead, Sitäa, Khrön.. all of those who could have listened to him were now gone.

Gaea was there. His beloved mother, the All-Mother was on a self-imposed exile on Earth. She had always listened to her children and he knew that if he sought her help, she would answer his calls...Well...he wanted to believe she would. After all, he was the son who killed his father, the love of Gaea's life. How could she forgive him for such a heinous act? He had to try, he had to try and find his mother and seek forgiveness. Therefore, he slipped off of the Elder-realm and visited the mortal realm, where he knew Gaea was hiding it. Because she wanted to get closer to Elpis, he knew she left Angola for North America where she was found helping Natives at the border of Canada and America. As usual, he assumed his favorite human meat suit. He was a tall and broad handsome brunet with blue eyes. He could feel those mortals turn around to have a good look at him. They were intrigued, excited, aroused even because he exuded power and control and under any other circumstances, especially during a war, Ishtar would have relished in the way they were admiring him. Today, of all days, he wasn't in the mood. He only needed one special attention and it was his mother's.

He found his mother, assuming the rôle and features of a Native American doctor. She was busy comforting a very sick human child who didn't have long enough to live. The mother of the child had already died hours ago but despite its best effort, the baby couldn't survive. Gaea was holding and cradling the little soul with the utmost kindness she never really showed her own children, which made it even more difficult to witness. She didn't move when her own son entered the room. She barely batted an eye but she was aware of his presence. The baby felt danger and death in the presence of Ishtar and started to cry some more, afraid and confused so Gaea used her powers to create a bubble that would isolate the child from the aggressive nature of her son.

« You scared the baby, Ishtar. »

« Mother... » He started with, but she didn't look at him.

« It doesn't have enough time to live and I don't want its last minutes on Earth to be spent being afraid. It needs joy and peace, so be quiet. » She commanded, as she gently stroked the child's face and planted kisses on its forehead.

Ishtar stayed silent, what else could he say? The god of War waited in silence, his azure eyes never leaving his mother as she was taking a young soul to its final resting place. It was a bittersweet scene, one that tugged at his heartstrings because he could see all the love she had for humans and never had for him. After what seemed like an eternity, the goddess of Life put the dead infant back into its cradle and stood up to finally face her own child. Her eyes were vibrant, glowing with the same golden glow Elpis' eyes had. She put both hands on her waist and tilted her head to the side.

« What brings you here, Ishtar? »

« I wanted--I needed to see you, mother. » He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her.

« Oh yes? You need to see /me/? Let me guess, it has something to do with your sister Elpis doesn't it? » Ishtar nodded quietly and looked at the floor. Gaea shrugged and furrowed her brows. « Then figure that out on your own. »

« Mother, please! » He said, looking at his mother again. Gaea clenched her jaw.

« Now you're begging for /my/help? »

« I didn't have the choi-- »

« You've KILLED your father! You chose to follow this path Ishtar, now you have to live with the consequences. » She spat at him, but he put his hands on her shoulders.

« Khaos was heartless. He never loved any of his children save for Elpis and you know it, mother. » -Gaea shook her head and started to rub her arms.- « You know it! You never cared for us either ! You've shown this human child more love than you ever showed /me/! » He yelled. Gaea was unimpressed, mostly because she didn't want to face his words and question her own behavior. Deep down she knew she neglected her children, save for Elpis who was the first and only child she willingly conceived with Khaos.

« What do you want? » She finally asked after a long moment of silence.

It was a lot for the new All-Father. He wasn't used to speaking his mind and he didn't know how to handle the flow of emotions that was overwhelming him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then fell on his knees. Gaea lifted her brows and put her hands on his shoulders. She was breathing even harder now because she couldn't escape her own responsibilities.

«I don't know what to do, mother. Elpis betrayed us and because she is on the Sin's side, she doesn't give me the choice. »

« You always had the choice, Ishtar. You stabbed and cursed my little girl. Don't come back and act surprised when she wants to avenge herself. »

« She brought ruin to our family. »

« YOU DID! » She yelled, pushing her son away with both hands. « You were the one who stabbed Elpis. There is no coming back from this. You betrayed her, not the other way round. You betrayed your sister and she will come back and try to destroy all of us.... myself included. » Gaea took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.

« I would do it again! Mother, haven't you seen theSINS?? Don't you know how much of an abomination they are ? They are nothing but weapons designed to destroy gods, us included. » Ishtar's voice turned into a rumble as he was screaming his frustration. « She betrayed our very essence by debasing herself with a thing. She betrayed me by rejecting the love I have for her. »

« Here we finally are ! Jealousy. You are jealous of a sin because he was able to get what you will never have. Elpis' love. Is it why you came to me, son ? To hear from my lips that she is indeed in love with her sin and there is no way in this life or the other that she would ever belong to you ? » the All-mother sneered. « Because here it is, she will never be yours. I know my daughter, and I know just how much she loves this creature. Sins are far more than just weapons but your sister and you are understimating them, as always. »

« They are things... weapons... monsters. Nothing more and nothing less. » He insisted, gritting his teeth as the words of his mother were hurting him. Anger was slowly overwhelming him and his eyes were flashing red. « Even today you're defending your daughter despite her actions and her betrayal. Even today you are ready to reject me for what I did without looking at what others did. »

« You want me to say I was a bad mother, Ishtar ? Is it what you truly want ? » -She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes as he seemed unable to get off of her «  I cared for you, for all of my children from the moment you were born tot he moment you became independent. I always supported your decisions, always gave an encouraging word. Do I care about humans ? I sure do. Do I love Elpis ? I sure do. I loved you until you decided to kill the love of /my/ life. You became dust to me. »She coldly said, before she pushed him away and walked from him. He could see nothing but her back and it sent shivers down his spine.

« I want you back with us, mother. I want... »

« It's not going to happen Ishtar. Not now, not ever. » She spat at him while her hand ran over her face. « You broke what could have been when you killed your father. You destroyed the connection you had with your sister. »

« Mother... » He pleaded, his hand on his chest but she didn't turn around and refused to look at him. « Would you look at me! » He commanded, but she shrugged and refused to turn around. « LOOK AT ME! »

« You don't deserve that I set my eyes on you again! You don't deserve anything! » She yelled at him but he stood back up, wide, broad and menacing. He wanted to do something, force her to listen to him, force her to look at him but he knew he couldn't force the all-mother. No matter how much he wanted to. « Elpis hates you and she's right to. She trusted you Ishtar, how could you do that to her? She trusted you with her life and look what you did ! You wanted to kill her, I advise you should go through with it because she would never forgive you....and so wouldn't I. »

She said, taking another step away from her son. Ishtar watched Gaea and curled his hands into balls. His heart was in shambles because she finally made it clear that he would never have the life he so wished to take back. His mother wouldn't come back to him, his beloved sister would never forgive him. Why would Elpis do such a thing when he was the one who cursed her? Why would Elpis come back to him when she was desperately in love with the Sin? Gaea was right, he only had one way to go from there. Whether he wanted it or not.

 

-TBC-

Doya: New-Year blues

Doya: New-Year blues

A/N: I <3 you so very much! Let's begin the year with these two.

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« Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. »

Oya's tired voice echoed in the war room. She was curled against the chair, her arms wrapped around her legs as she aimlessly stared in front of her. It was unusual for Oya to wake up earlier than Dean, she loved her sleep so much that he always woke up first. So when Dean realized the bed was empty, he checked his phone first, in hopes she would have texted him but she had not. immediately, his mind went into search mode as he feared she might have been taken away or the bunker was breached. the blonde hunter then grabbed the angel blade he kept beneath his pillow and started to look after her. She would certainly be in the kitchen because she was thirsty, but the kitchen was empty, so he went to the war room.

« You didn't. I just woke up. » -His voice was still sleepy so she shrugged her shoulders.- « I just felt you weren't there... » He added in his gruff voice before he ran his hand over his face. « Do you want some coffee? »

« No. Please... Stay. » -Oya's face finally turned and she set her hazel eyes on him. Oya rarely said 'please', so Dean knew she needed him near her and he indulged her request by grabbing the nearest chair and sitting next to her. « I haven't slept at all... » She admitted, her eyes averted from the wall before her to the hunter who was standing on the left.

« Something's on your mind? » -He asked, his hand still holding the blade. Oya eyed it and then Dean's worried face. He tried his best to keep his composure and a straight face, and for the most part, he succeeded, but if there was one thing Oya learned to decode, it was his worried face. His jaw was clenched, his senses acute and she could sense that already trying to figure out what was going on.-

« Yes. » Oya nodded and gently leaned her head against her knees. « It's the New Year. The 4^th I am spending with you and I am so happy to be here, with you guys...with you Dean. It's just...I just couldn't stop thinking about dad and then I realized I didn't remember his voice. I don't remember his voice, is it... does that mean I'm going to forget  him? » She asked, visibly troubled by her own words.

Dean understood Oya. He had lost his mother to the demon with yellow eyes years ago and he too forgot the sound of her voice. He remembered her face, he remembered her smiles, he remembered the kindness she had and her love for her children but he didn't remember her voice anymore. It took him a while to admit it to himself and an even longer time for him not to feel guilty about it. Mary Winchester, how could someone forget about her? He did, someone like him did forget about her, Mary's son. Seeing Oya in such distress was making his stomach upset. Dean cupped her cheek and stroked the soft skin with his thumb. He could see her eyes getting filled with unshed tears and the struggle she had not to shed them.

« Hey... » He said in a soft voice, speaking as if he was afraid she would freak out. She pouted and leaned into his larger hand. « You're not going to forget your father because you can't remember his voice. » She nodded and shut her eyes, finally allowing some tears to drop. « It doesn't mean you're a bad daughter. Your dad knows you love him and this is not going anywhere, Oya. »

« I don't want to forget him, Dean... I don't want to forget any of them... »  He pushed his chair forward and helped Oya sit on his lap. She was so tiny that she easily cuddled with Dean.

« I got you. » He repeated in a reassuring tone. He could feel her chest heave up and down at a faster pace as she was now sobbing in silence. « You're not going to forget about your family. » Dean planted kisses on top of her head while he lost his hand into her wild black mane. «How can you, when you're always telling me stories about your family? » He said with a soft smirk. Oya nodded and smiled through her sobs. Her fingers clung to his shirt while he rubbed her back. He could have gone and fetched them coffee.

"Yes.... you're right."



« I got you. » He kept saying until she calmed down. Oya clung to him, her fingers didn't leave him as she poured her heart out. It had to happen anyway, he went through this, sometimes he even had those fears surface again. like a vicious cycle it would remind him of what he lost and what he could lose. It would taunt him about what he didn't do and how much of a bad son he ended up being. He knew he understood and he got Oya's back. Oya realized that he could have left her to her troubled mind but he didn't. Dean wasn't a man of many words, not always. He wouldn't whip out a long-winded speech like Oya often did and he wouldn't break into a song like she always did, but he was there. He planted another kiss on her forehead and kept her close to his strong frame.

-TBC-

New Year's Eve solos

Doya:

"New year same me. I think it's ridiculous that people want to absolutely change who they are. I don't want to. I don't want you to. I like the way you are, Dickhead. I like the way you are, even when you are driving me crazy. I don't want any other version of you. So new year same me. I promise I will still annoy the hell out of You. The only thing I want is to keep annoying you... so, new year same you. You have to be careful when you are out there cause  there is someone who would want you to come back to her. That's me. I want you home, in my arms. So no bravado. Not without me. It's ride or die."


XXXX


Elpis and Pride:

"There is this little things mortals like to celebrate. New year. They love to believe that they can change and become anew. They like to think of the next year as some sort of evolution...and I have to say that it is quite enticing. They believe in better days. They believe in future victories. I believe in you. Pride... Superbia... i believe in us. Now hold my hand, kiss me beloved. So we can begin a new."

XxxJaime x Bäahal;


"Do people weep for the lion? Do they hear it roar his pain? I could hear it. I could feel it. I have no doubt that it will all end with blood. He will die because war doesn't spare anyone. I would weep for him.  I told him I would remember him but I didn't tell him I would weep for him."