soa: where are you?

(SoA)

"I went to see Jax a couple days ago. He seemed to be doing alright. Maybe a little more worried than usual. Maybe a little darker than usual. I can't exactly tell. I am not with him 24/7 but you are. Oh, I should be calling you right now, I should be talking with you about the whole trip to prison and the fact I hate this place and wish to never have to come back there. Oh, I should be calling you right now and talk about how stressful this must be for you. I should e telling you all the shit I have done, trying to help and how lucky I was to get out alive. Oh, I should be calling you... but where are you?

You disappeared, again, as usual, if we think about it. You disappeared and because I'm kept out of the loop, I have no goddamn idea of where. Sure, Mayhem started when Jax was sent to prison. People died, chaos ensured, My brain quickly realized it was you but I kept my mouth shut...I could handle that shit because at least you came back home when the deed was done. At least I could talk with you, I could stop by your house, bring the kids cookies, have a chat with you and see how you were doing. Now? Now I can't do shit because you're not around. Where the fuck are you?

Do you remember the night we talked and you told me you went back to business? Do you remember how worried you were that I was mad at you for keeping it from me? Well, no shit Sherlock, now I'm mad! Now I'm pissed at you... Now I'm worried sick about you because I haven't heard from you. The boys? They're lips-glued and wouldn't say a damn word to me, especially Ope, no matter how much I bribed him with food. He just wouldn't tell me shit, like he didn't tell me shit when you went....missing. As usual, I'm hitting a wall and I'm left powerless and clueless and all I can do is watch as you...I am mad Jess...I am mad at you, do you know that?

Not because you're probably going on a rampage. I know you, remember? I can't be mad at you for trying to save your man. Hell, I would have done the same... hell! I did the same, just a lot more stupidly than you could ever do that. It's not my world after all. It's not... I'm not angry, I'm terrified. I'm terrified because you could be dead and my guts have a really bad feeling so I know you're not safe but I can't do shit about it. Nobody but you can do it. So I'm just left with Hope and faith in you. I'm just left with the unshakable faith in you that I have.

The Hope that you will come back to me in one piece and we will talk again. And we will laugh again...and you'll be at my wedding. Cause if you die...who's gonna carry the veil? If you die, who's gonna carry the rings? Who the fuck is gonna dab the tissue so my makeup isn't ruined when I say I do? Can't you see? I'm missing my sister! Where is she, uh? Where are you?"

Elpis x Pride: A dark lullaby

Elpis x Pride: A dark lullaby

Since the goddess couldn't leave the Underworld, she decided to explore most of it. The powerful magic used by the Sin barred her from leaving the confines of the Underworld, and also from going where Pride didn't want her to go. There weren't many places she could visit, but at least, the Sin gave her enough space for her to stretch her legs and become stronger. The Underworld was true to the legends. It was a place of absolute misery and pain, so full with the darkness that it could suffocate any light that tried to pierce through it. Any, but Elpis' that became stronger over the days spent there. Her light came to affect her surrounding, pride was aware of it. The goddess wasn't meant to be there, she was alive and so full of Light that she brought life to the plants around her. Pride knew that there would be a moment he would release her on Earth, but she had to recover first. Her power levels were still at a low point, so there was no way she could be on her own on Earth while both his and her siblings were trying to kill her.

He appreciated that she had stopped trying to run away from the Underworld, and he appreciated that she had accepted he wasn't the Pride she used to know. However, he still couldn't anticipate her next action. He didn't know what she had in mind, nor did he care at that point in time. His mind was too busy with his siblings to be considerate to the goddess feelings, but he still needed to observe her, to see why his older self was attracted to this goddess, to what made her this special for him to risk being unmade by Hades. She was essentially made of Light, which was the opposite of his whole being, but there was more to her than just pure light. There was an untapped power inside of her, something far greater than any of her siblings could have anticipated. There was darkness too, a desire to bring ruin upon her enemies, an attraction to Darkness that couldn't be hidden. She chose him after all and for a reason, he didn't know but could guess.

Part of him relished in the distress she was put through. The horrible truth of having lost everything was arousing for the sin. Even more so was the urge to find him again, to discover him...oh the fact she was craving Pride was pleasing the Sin beyond any reasonable measure! He felt it from the moment she was released, an unknown feeling directed at him, the pure joy of being in his presence, the warmth and comforting light that oozed from her. She was happy to see him, in a way that was unlike any of is minions or worshippers. And for a brief moment, it stroked his ego in a way that made him want to have more. He deserved this and he wanted her to give it to him. Part of him, however, was curious, genuinely curious about this goddess. From the moment she scratched her seal and memories came back to him, Pride had been obsessed with her. He wanted to be in her presence, feel her strength, take back what was his and piss the Primeval gods off. He tried his very best to protect her vessel and now that the goddess was free, now that she was with him, things took a different turn.

They had not spoken to one another since her awakening but it was better this way. Both needed to take a step back and think this situation through. Elpis had to mourn for the Pride that was no more and believe it or not, more than 2000 years of pure genuine love was not easy to let go of. The pink haired goddess sat by the garden and gently ran her hand through her hair. She had cried all the tears she could and mourned for the Pride she would never see again. Her heart was still heavy from her loss, broken into pieces and she found herself crying again. Her golden orbs glowed softly as she contemplated the beautiful and tortured landscapes of Hell and she chewed at her bottom lip. Tomorrow had to be a better day. It had to be.

-TBC-

GOT: The name Targaryen

GOT: The name Targaryen

A/N: Just musing around. I <3 You.

xxxxxx

The silver princess stopped her horse and gently stroked its neck to keep it calm. Just a few minutes ago, it was on full speed, as it was pursuing a criminal who was busted plotting against the queen. Many hated Cersei when the Mad Queen was still alive, but those same people hated Targaryens even more, to the point of trying to assassinate the queen. Scattered across the seven Kingdoms, finding them and nipping rebellion to the bud became the princess new goal. It also was an excuse for her to not remain at King's Landing and feel useless like she so often felt before. Daenerys was queen, and she was surrounded by competent counselors around her. Bäahal was no counselor, and because she did not live her life to the fullest due to her « social status », she wanted to catch up with her life and find a purpose to herself. Traveling was the solution.

It did the princess a lot of good, to be able to roam the lands and meet new people. It was an eye-opener on the situation of the seven kingdoms but also a way for her to meet the people her sister would lead. In a way, she would be a Targaryen they would see up close and personal, she would be within reach and would demystify them. It would be a lie to say that it went smoothly. A lot of people didn't want her and she heard it all, the insults, the rotten fruits thrown at her, people spitting on the ground when she walked by. A lot of people called her sister a usurper, a tyrant, but within weeks, it became rarer and sometimes, the very same people who insulted her weeks earlier, came to apologize to her once they realized that Daenerys wasn't the monster they all feared she would be. People could change and it comforted the princess in her self-discovery. She too could change.

As the horse calmed down, Bäahal jumped off of it and landed on the wet and muddy ground. It would be useless to keep going. The night had fallen and the criminal would probably stay in the forest for the night. Her horse was exhausted and needed rest, so they would camp instead. Without a fire so they wouldn't give their location to their prey. Once settled, the princess sat on a wooden trunk and took out the smoked meat, cheese, and slices of bread from a bag she carried with her. Her companions, three former Queen's guards started to eat as well and talk about how much their lives had changed since Daenerys came and how the name Targaryen was taking a different meaning since they were working for the new queen. It made the princess lift a brow before a soft smirk crept on her lips. Yes, it did change for her as well. As the men were eating, she smiled to herself.

Targaryen, it was a name laced with shame. She hated the name from early on, she hated her reflection on the mirror. The purple eyes, the silver hair, so many pieces of evidence of the crime committed against her mother that she couldn't stand. Her mother loved her, despite everything. Still, young Bäahal rejected the name. She didn't want to have anything to do with the man who hurt her mother. Targaryen, the name was laced with anger. As she grew up, she couldn't escape from violence. She couldn't avoid being the recipient of disgusting desire. She was sought after because she was beautiful, otherworldly as they would say, but also because she was the half-breed of the Mad King. She was an offshoot that could be dealt with any way they wanted to, so of course, people were interested.

Targaryen, it was a name laced with Hope. When Daenerys Targaryen became a reality, it changed everything for the young woman. Hope, once again inhabited her heart and gave her the spark she needed to take her freedom back from her masters. It was also evidence that she wasn't alone anymore. Whether she wanted it or not, she had a sister. Time proved her right since she became a handmaiden of the queen thanks to her friend Missandei. Time proved her right since the truth was revealed and she has embraced as a sister and not a stranger anymore. Targaryen, the name was laced with Pride. She reclaimed her name, and while she couldn't erase her origin and the pain the Mad King brought to her, Bäahal found a new meaning to this name. She came to love it like she loved her sister and nephew, Jon Snow. She came to own it, and make it hers. She became a Targaryen before she became Bäahal and now it was time to find who Bäahal truly was.

-TBC-

DOYA: They were alive.

DOYA: They were alive. 

A/N: As usual, feeling a lot of love for our babies. All the usual disclaimers

xxxxxxx

Oya slapped the hand Dean extended to her. He noticed she was bleeding and tried to reach out to her wound to check how bad it was. The slap didn't surprise him, for Oya had been very distant from the moment they returned to their motel room. They figured out that they were against a witch, but the lives lost to her were young... so young. There had already been 6 victims, all were children and the realization almost pushed Oya over the edge. She became reckless, to the point of attacking without being prepared their prime suspect. With little to no choice left, Dean had to adjust to this change of plan and find a way to quickly defeat the witch and protect Oya's reckless ass.

He managed just fine, not without a few injuries on his face, shoulders, and leg but he defeated her. Oya had the luxury to hear the story of the witch while she was taking a severe beating. A century-old witch, Theresa Morck, who was cursed by her coven for daring to love a vampire. The only child she had was sacrificed so she would be cursed with immortal life. It took her some time but she found the members of her coven over the decades and carefully retaliated. She would kill their children, or grandchildren and curse the parent with immortality. She would then wait until their lives became a nightmare to torture and kill the parents. There was an endless trail of corpses that would only have grown bigger if Oya and Dean didn't stop the witch.

« Let me see this. » Dean's tone didn't give room for a negative answer.

« I'm fine... » Oya replied, her hazel eyes fixedly stared at the blonde hunter who grunted and outstretched his hand towards her. « I'm fine Dickhead! » She growled.

« you're not, Bitch! Stop playing around, show me that wound. »

She stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest, in a defiant move but his stern gaze was overwhelming. Oya shrugged and unfolded her arms. She was ashamed for what she did, the risk she took and the life she almost lost. If it had not been for Dean, she would have died right there. She sighed deeply and knitted her brows in anguish for her irresponsible actions. The wound was stinging like a bitch, constantly reminding the hunter that she had been a fool that night and would have lost the chance to come back to Dean. He knew it, she could tell by the way he was looking at her; He realized he could have lost her and the thought didn't sit well with him at all. Dean didn't overtly panic, it wasn't his style, but he didn't need to say anything for her to notice he was in fact, panicking deep down.

He reached out to the shirt and pulled it up to uncover her wound. It was a nasty cut that required stitches, so he grabbed her arm and led her to the bed he made her sit on. His jaw was clenched and she could see the vein on his forehead. The very one that popped every time he was worried and upset. He could have lost her to her recklessness and while he never wanted to think of a world where Oya wasn't, tonight was a close call. Tonight forced him into this situation, where he had to imagine holding the dead body of his....partner. His heart was beating faster than he wanted it to, almost skipping heartbeats because it couldn't fathom that idea. In order to keep himself in check and make sure he stitched her well, he forced his hands to keep moving.

« …... » No eye contact so far. No word was said. How could she speak when words died at the back of her throat? She barely could make eye contact and closed her eyes as Dean worked on her wound. His technique was flawless, fast and clean. Soon enough, she was good as new and as he cleaned the wound with a warm towel, Oya's hand covered his. He stopped moving and looked at the beautiful ebony hunter. He lips were trembling and he knew she was about to cry but didn't want to. Her struggle to hold back her tears became even more obvious as she shrugged and held his hand tighter.

« I'm sorry. » She started with, as he put his other hand against her soft cheek and stroked the skin with his thumb. « I know I acted stupid tonight. I just couldn't contain myself... »

« I know. » He said, squeezing her cheek and losing the tip of his fingers into her heavy curls. « You scared me back there. » He admitted, while he dropped the towel on her lap and cupped her other cheek with his large blood-stained fingers.

« I scared myself too. » She joked a little bit before he leaned his forehead against hers. Oya closed her eyes and held his wrists with both hands. She was grateful the witch didn't mess with her mind and left the painful memories and regrets untouched by her magic, however, the physical pain she made her feel was enough to numb her body. She was already aware that the next morning would hurt like hell, but it didn't matter because Dean was with her.

« Don't you ever do that again, Oya. No matter how pissed off you might be, never run head first towards danger... »

« It's the pot that calls the kettle black. You did the same not so long ago... » She groaned and pointed out.

« It doesn't matter. It is beside the point here! »

« It's not! It's precisely the point! You don't want me to take risks and yet you're doing the fucking same shit! » -Oya pointed out the obvious, but Dean was having none of it.-

« It doesn't matter that I do it. »

« It fucking does! Dean! You think I'm happy when you go on solo missions or you go with Sam? I know you're the best at pushing people away and jump to Hell for the greater good! Fuck this! You've done it enough times for me to be worried sick whenever you're away from me because I know there's a chance you won't come back! »

« It's easier that way. » He kept his hold on her face despite her struggling to get away from him.

She was upset and he could tell because she stiffened against him. He always believed it was easier for him to go, to be the one to die because he deserved to and he wouldn't be missed. But the truth of it all was that Dean was running away from his own emotions. He would rather die than accept the fact he loved team free will, to the point of going mad should he lose them. Oya picked that up, she was the same after all, so his words were bullshit to her ears. She understood how he felt and pushed him even further to a corner.

« IT IS NOT! Do you think I would be happy if you fucking died? » She pushed his shoulders, upset he could even think she would be happy if he disappeared. Dean groaned as she kept talking. « You're an idiot! You're a fucking dick if you can think that for one second I would be happy if you ever died on me! »

« I can't handle the idea of losing you! » He finally lashed out. « Tonight was a close call, Oya. You could have died! » He finally said it. And for a brief moment, there was nothing but silence in the room. Her hazel eyes grew wide as he explicitly said he didn't want her to die and couldn't imagine a world without her. Her breathing became labored as anguish overwhelmed her and she moistened her lips, She tried her best but ended up crying. He was right, she could have died and would have if he didn't find a way to kill that witch. « I can't handle losing you. »

« I know....I'm sorry. » She ended up saying, as tears rolled down her cheek. « I don't want to lose you either. » She whispered, while he planted a kiss on her lips, then another, and another. He stood up and gently helped her lay on her back. He quickly got on the bed and leaned next to her. « I screwed up tonight. »

« You're alive. » He shushed her anguish with those simple words and a more relaxed tone. « It's all that matters. » He said as she grabbed his hand and put it against her heart. « It's all that matters... »

Dean repeated. He helped Oya move a little up on the bed so her forehead would be within his reach and he could wipe away her tears with the back of his hand.

They were alive and it was all that mattered.

-TBC-

SoA: Fuck my life

"Alex is right. I chose this life. I knew from the very start that we would have had our grey areas, we would fight because I would be left in the dark and would learn what happened on the news on at funerals. Shit! I should have thought this through. I always said that I was ready, that nothing could scare me and here I am, a scared little shit, pulling the hair off of my head because I was afraid of what could come next.

Yeah, what would come next? Jail-time? Jax is in jail but what prevents the others from being jailed too? Death? That's what I fear the most. You can survive Jail, no matter how crushing it is... no matter what. But Death? there is no coming back from Death and way too many of her loved ones could end up dead. Where was Jessica? Since the moment she had a "plan", there was no sight of the chocolate-haired red queen. Where could she be? I am sick, worried sick about this whole situation. The news is packed with bad news. the mayhem that shakes Charming and the neighboring towns. my clients are whispering but I am not able to decipher their babble. Something is in the air and I know it's Jessica's doing.

I also know it's because the King is not there. Enemies around think that because the head is locked up, that the rest of the body can't function? Fools... assholes.... rats... I am running out of words to describe those people, those who threaten my family. All I know is that everyone is out there, risking their lives and nothing, nothing is left for me to do except maybe protect the kids. Nothing is left for me, except maybe fear. I have a bad feeling in my guts. I can't shake it off. I'm worriedly looking around and expecting Alex to not to come, or Jessica to be dead. Right now, the fact they are not even aware of what I did -sneaking up to the Niners to ask for help and being beaten up-, is not even crossing my mind. Alex knows, but we have more pressing matters to take care of.

Right now...I just hope they will come home, all of them, alive and well.... right now...Fuck my life...

Jaime Lannister x Bäahal: the Golden Lion and the Dragon

//Told you, I would think of our babies. <3 couldn't leave the Golden Lion out of it :D

It was a small touch, nothing that should have warranted a memory and yet it did. She remembered that night when she tried to reconcile the two estranged brothers and Jaime's anger and resentment exploded in her face. She should have seen it coming, Lord Tyrion would never tell her the whole truth and how he also participated in his strained relationship with his relatives. He did kill the father Jaime Lannister loved. He did deprive the Knight of the last parent he had and while she understood his motivations, the pain of losing a relative was also something she understood. She felt it in her bones, the day her mother was executed because she tried to save Bäahal. Could it be seen as a bonding moment between two enemies? that moment when Bäahal stood and hugged Jaime? Could it mean something?

It didn't mean anything for the knight, save for him learning that the princess was actually very soft deep down. It gave him an opportunity to ruin her, should the moment arise. And eventually, maybe, it also did him something good. She couldn't know, he didn't say anything. However, she knew what it did to /her/. She willingly walked towards him, willingly threw her arms around his frame and pulled him into a hug. She willingly tried to comfort him and while it seemed like nothing, it was everything for the princess. A moment of pure bonding, the moment she wanted something different for him. She wanted him to live. As silly as that sounded, she wanted her sworn enemy to survive the war. She wanted him to turn his life around, find true happiness and true love. She cursed Cersei that night, for having entangled her destiny to her brother and ruined any chance he had to be happy.

Or was it jealousy speaking? The princess struggled with how she truly felt for the Knight. She denied having more than respect for him -because it couldn't be more than just respect-, but the truth was, she was dreaming about his touch. she still had shivers go down her spine at the memory of his voice. She wished he could just.../see/ her, but it was delusional, a childish and selfish wish that could never come true because Lord Jaime's heart was forever Cersei's. And Bäahal wasn't Cersei. she would never be and therefore, it could never happen. he would never see her the way Jon sees Daenerys and it was a truth the princess accepted. it was what kept her from even admitting to herself that maybe, she did fancy the Knight. It was a reminder that he was a lost cause she should leave behind. Or help...or save, if he could be saved...

But it was the Golden Lion and he wouldn't want to be rescued from a situation he so willingly chose. So what was she left with? if not her own desire to at least take her sister to the throne and figure out what to do with the life she finally was allowed to live? Jaime Lannister would be a treasured memory, once the war is over. He would belong to the past or maybe the long list of regrets she already had. But for once, it felt nice to admit to herself that maybe, yes, maybe, she actually wanted the Lion to find comfort in her... whatever that meant.

who are they?

"There is always someone who hates your guts and wants to destroy you. I guess it's envy or the fact they are forced to see how unaccomplished they are compared to you. I guess that since it is impossible for them to reach out to your level, they would try to bring you further down...Nothing new here, nothing new.

What they don't know, however, is that I have already been through this. Through mockery, through bullying, through people trying to make me kill myself. I have seen true evil, unfathomable hatred towards me because I was seen as an obstacle or a useless ugly thing. I have been close to death before....what's new here? who are they? If not babies learning how to walk and talk?

Who are they? if not worms at my feet? no wait, worms have value, who are they if not dirt at my feet? Dirt that tries to stain my shoes but eventually won't succeed because shoes are made for walking. Shoes are made for stomping over dirt. What is a little dirt? what are scars, if not testimonies of the battle I have already led? What are scars, if not the proof that I am alive and I lived, bitch?

I live!"

Doya: Silent conversation

//All the usual disclaimers

He let his fingers stroke the soft skin of her cheek. Her hazel eyes were staring at his emerald orbs, searching answers to questions she had not been able to ask. Tonight was quiet, a much-needed break after the exhausting week they had together. Oya had been withdrawn most of the week, stressed -as Dean guessed- by something she wasn't able to share just yet. He knew her mind needed some rest and he knew that he could bring her peace, so he did. Her warm breath brushed over his face as she looked at his face. Her fingers were running over his waist as she kept him in a tight embrace. They didn't need words, not always, not tonight. Their bodies were communicating just well. This little heavy breathing she had when he was touching her cheek, the way she was shifting her eyes from left to right or even the small smirks he gave her between each little kiss he planted on her forehead were enough for the night. No words...just feelings. Dean knew Oya needed to feel safe, safer than she actually felt before they hit the bed. His arms always made her feel at home, anchored to this world as they were wrapped around her tiny frame.

His lips ensured she could feel rooted in this reality, each and every one of them taking her closer to him. He hands on her face were a silent conversation. One that would ensure with each stroke of his digits that she understood he was there, with her, at the moment. She would answer him, her fingers would find their place on his back, her soft lips would plant kisses on his shoulders, her eyes would focus on his face, they would try to make him see how much she cared for him. They would let him know she was home, he was her home and because he was with her, she was safe again. Her breathing would become more labored, sharper even as she would meet against his chest. Her touch would be electric, her gasps would be arousing, but it was her warmth that made everything better. Her warmth...She smiled at him, faintly so, but it was enough for Dean to know that she was feeling better. Her lips pressed against his as she pulled him into a searing kiss. The first of many others. Words were needed, for he understood what she needed. So he let his fingers run over the soft skin of her thighs and let her roll on top of him so she could take care charge, as always and speak with him the language of love.

Elpis x Pride: Resolve

The pink haired goddess stared at her reflection. The long pink locks that framed her perfect face cascaded on her back and fell onto her chest. Her eyes averted from the mirror to the dress that was laying on the bed. Pride had a minion deliver his first gift to the goddess. He might have been busy planning his next move on his siblings, he still wanted his « guest » to feel welcomed. The dress was a thing of beauty, adorned with golden threads and sequins around her chest, a very deep cleavage that was the only uncovered part of her outfit. It was form fitting and she knew that once she would put the dress on, it would flatter her figure. The dress in itself wasn't the problem, the fact Pride had it delivered by a minion wasn't either. It was the realization that nothing would ever be the same that was still hard to accept. A truth she refused to acknowledge, Her beloved was gone. There was nothing left of him, nothing but memories of them that bore no meaning for the new king of Hell.

She shuddered, her eyes still wet from the tears she refused to shed and ran her hand through the pink locks of hers. Her beloved was no more, but the burning love she had for him survived. How could she reconcile his 'death' when another version of him was still alive and very well determined to conquer the whole universe? How could she move forward, when there was nothing left for her, no comfort to take in the situation she was experiencing....no more love. Was Ayasha right to claim that she knew nothing about feelings? Was she right to say that it was a weakness that would consume her? Was she... Elpis held back a sob and lowered her head. Love? A weakness? If love was a weakness then she wouldn't have survived her curse. She wouldn't have retained her sanity 2000 years later. She wouldn't have. Curling her fingers into fists, she punched the mirror, breaking its glass and cutting herself deep enough to draw blood. It stung, badly. It hurt so much that she pinched her lips together and muffled a moan. It stung but she felt relief. The snarl turned into a grin as she stared at the crimson liquid run down her fingers and onto the table.

She would take her time. After all, revenge was a dish served cold and she would patiently wait for her moment to shine. The dreams she had, those dreams where she would bathe in the golden blood of her sworn enemy, Ayasha, filled her mind again. She would beg, oh she would beg for mercy. She would try and run away but Elpis would never let her go. Her death would take time because the pink haired goddess wanted her to feel the despair and the fear she felt when Ishtar stabbed her. Her smirk grew bigger and she licked her finger, tasting her own blood while her eyes turned into golden pools of light. There was a thin line between Hope and Despair, between good and evil and while Elpis was neutral, when rightfully angry, she was a force to reckon with. She stood up and walked towards the bed, where the dress was laid on and took another glance at it. This new Pride was putting her off, mostly because her mind was still resisting the truth and she was not done mourning, but he was not so different from the creature she fell in love with.

His own darkness resonated with hers, and since it was the only thing they had in common for now, she was going to exploit it. She was going to make the best of it, she would learn to like him, she would learn to love him...she would know him. That would require efforts on her part and acceptance from him, but maybe it could work. She patted her heart and clenched her fist. It had to work. If she could at least give him all the love she had for him, then her punishment would not have been in vain. Her eyes quickly filled themselves with unshed tears. A black dress, how fitting! She knew it was more of an aesthetic choice, but she would wear it as a mourning gown. She would carry her pain through her looks and try and move on. But could she ?.... Could she truly recover from the fatal blow Ayasha and Ishtar gave her? Or didn't they give her an opportunity to start over? After all, she wasn't the naive young goddess she used to be. She wasn't kept on a leash like she used to; She had her own agenda she would push through and goals she would achieve. The destruction of the Primeval Gods Pantheon was the absolute priority, alongside with getting to know this new Pride.

-TBC-

Doya : Dance like no one is watching.

Doya : Dance like no one is watching.

A/N : I love you <3

xxxxx

The last two weeks were hard on them: innocent people they couldn't save, monsters they shouldn't have killed, Castiel who once again was having troubles with his fellow angels and Sam who was bitter. The war room was filled with negative energy as all of them were cranky and sour. Oya was rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes were tired of reading the news so she stood up. She stood up and ran to the bedroom she shared with Dean. He barely noticed she was gone, for he was focused on searching another case, anything that could take his full attention. She quietly came back to the war room with speakers in her hand. Dean lifted his head from the papers and watched as she plugged the speakers to her phone, put them on the table and pressed play on the playlist on her phone.

« What are you,,,, » He couldn't finish his sentence as the first notes of ' Eyes of the tiger' hit and he watched as Oya started to dance silly.

« Come on. All of you! Enough of the sad faces and the cranky mood. We're going to dance! »

« I don't want to dance. » -Sam replied, with his palm holding onto his face.-

« You will dance. Come on. I am as cranky as all of ya'll. I am as angry as all of ya'll, but we can't keep going like that. » She said as she started to jump and let loose.

Dancing had always been a way for the hunter to relieve herself. For a minute, her mind would be in synch with the music, focused only on feeling the lyrics or enjoying the tune. It worked better when there was a lot of bass in the song but Eye of the Tiger had that energy about it that worked well too. She jumped around, air guitared and shook her head as the song came out, her voice rocked on and it was enough to catch the boys attention. Maybe she was right? Maybe dancing and singing could actually make them feel a little better? What else was there to do anyway? They were mopping around, literally blaming themselves for all the failures of the last two weeks. Oya was chuckling to herself and visibly, it seemed to be working since she was one of the crankiest people in the war room just a minute ago.

Dean stood up and walked to Oya who was still shaking her head and air guitaring. He grinned and started to tap his foot on the floor. Then his head started to swing and in a matter of a minute, he too was headbanging and air guitaring. She smiled at him and moved her hand towards him so they would be dancing together. Sam and Castiel looked at them and noticed the smirk on Dean's face as he was finally giving into the song. Sam felt his foot tap against the floor and shrugged. Oya won, like always. She was right, after all, they needed a break, so he stood up and joined in. Castiel looked at the three of them having fun, dancing to the song carefree and awkwardly and he decided to join. He didn't care about music, he didn't even care about dancing but he wanted to be with them. So he danced. He awkwardly moved his body, encouraged by a pumped up Oya who came closer to dance with him. They were having fun and for the first time in a couple of weeks, they weren't mopping around anymore. It down on Dean, that Oya was truly something different. To have her help change their mood like that was something very few people were able to do. Bobby would scold them, Charlie would take them to an adventure and Oya would make them dance and feel better about themselves.

She was giving each and every one of them some attention, was smiling at them and ended up hugging each and one of them until the song ended. She wrapped her arms around Dean's waist and looked up to his face. A smile crept on her lips and he bent forward to kiss her. Oya grinned and as she was catching her breath, the ebony hunter heavily breathed. It was a little nothing, something to help the mood get better but it was necessary. They needed to breathe and laugh and love and feel whole again. Her own mood improved as she was smiling again.

«See? We needed that break. » -She told Dean. As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

« I guess you were right. » He teased her with, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

« I am always right. We were defeated but we'll get back on our feet, okay? Dean, we'll work cases again and we'll save people this time. Sam...Sam, you gotta talk to us too. »

« I'm not sure you can help. » He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

« Are you kidding me? You've got that look on your face, a look we all had at least once. We're the best people you can talk to because we know what you've been through. We can help... we can listen... I can listen to you, so spill the tea whenever you are ready. We'll be there for you. » She stated before her eyes averted from Sam to Castiel.

« I'm not sure you can help me. »

« I'm sure we can. We always fuck up when we push the others away, so let's not do this. If we have to knock some sense into those sons of bitches, so would we. But together. »

«Yeah, she's right Cas. We'll do this together. » Dean repeated while his arms held tightly onto Oya.

« Together. » Sam repeated, with a faint smirk on his lips. She was right and that little dance they just shared lifted their spirits, at least, enough for them to pull their heads off of the gutter.

« Together. » Castiel claimed too.

While his face kept a stoic expression on, His heart was filled with sudden warmth. He wasn't alone and he wouldn't have to face this situation alone as he had planned at first. Oya and the Winchesters were with him and were willing to fight by his side. His fights with his siblings would eventually end and they would find a solution. He knew he still had to prove himself to them, mostly because they still had not moved on from the fact he forced angels to fall. He wouldn't be alone and it was all that mattered.

-TBC-

Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

A/N: Just wanted them to go at it a little bit :p a little banter between those two messed-up kids.

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« It is almost time, your grace. »

Tyrion's voice broke the silence that had settled in the dining room of the palace of Winterfell. Cersei had already sent her men to march on Winterfell and it had been decided that Jon Snow and Daenerys armies would meet them halfway. Bäahal had a hard time recovering from the trauma she got from the war against the night King, and it was enough to impact on her personality. Lord Varys, Missandei and even Jon Snow noticed how different she was since their return. She put distance between her and the others as if all the efforts she had made prior to the war had vanished. Her own sister had to take her to Rhaegal and Drogon so she wouldn't lose her connection to Viserion's brothers. Reconnecting with them had proven to be harder than she expected.

« I know, Lord Tyrion.....I am ready I guess. »

« You guess? » He repeated as he walked towards her and grabbed the chair that was on her right.

«  I /know./ » She corrected herself, as her purple hues finally set upon him and she nodded quietly. Her tongue spoke faster than she thought, as words escaped from her lips before she could process her own thoughts. She wasn't ready, it was obvious to the eye. « What about you? »

How could she be? When Daenerys took her to her sons, Bäahal was terrified of seeing them again. It wasn't the fact they were dragons or impressed her, no, it was the fact she would remember what she lost. She would see only two of them and would automatically try and reach out to her own dragon, to the departed third of the trio. And she knew it would break her heart again because Viserion was dead. The spot he had in her heart was left empty and the surviving dragons noticed how sad their aunt was. In a moment that was out of this world, Rhaegal came closer to Bäahal and leaned the tip of his snout against her hand, nudging it a little bit so she would know he was trying to comfort her. Drogon came closer as well, him who usually would look from afar. He let the tip of his tail wrap around her slender and small frame. Loosely enough so she wouldn't be crushed by his strength. And it was enough to make the princess cry her soul out, but it was necessary. They let her pet them and she finally confessed to Daenerys how horrible it had been for her to lose Viserion and how traumatic fighting the war against the Night King had been to her too.

« As ready as I can be. » He replied quietly as he sat on the empty chair near the princess. « Tomorrow we fight my siblings. »

« You have a lot to lose. » She glanced at him as he sat down on the chair and untangled the arms she had against her chest. « You have the most to lose... »

« I made a choice a long time ago. »

« You chose to /survive/. Fighting your family was /never/ part of the deal. » the silver-haired princess sneered at him,

« I /killed/ my father. » -He reminded her, his voice raising a little bit-

As surprising as it was, Tyrion felt each and every word she said as if she was stabbing him with a knife.Bäahal read into him like she would a book. Yes, he cared for his family, despite his allegiance to Daenerys, he still wanted to save his people. He was split in two between his love for his siblings -even Cersei- and his loyalty to Daenerys. He was blinded by his confidence in his skills to ensure everyone's safety and survival and it ended up with Daenerys burning up her enemies after she almost killed his foolish brother. She wouldn't have any mercy now that the war was declared and neither Cersei or she would back down until the other was dead. There was no prisoner in this war...only death was at the corner.

« You killed him because he wanted you dead. » She snapped at him quietly. « You wouldn't dare kill Jaime or even Cersei with your bare hands. You could have tried to, you could have gone to her room and end her life right there when you broke free but you took your father's instead. You love your siblings, no matter what you try to convince yourself with, you /love/ them. »

« I am loyal to the queen. »He claimed, his eyes now staring at the princess. She was attacking him, questioning him and his readiness to lead the battle Daenerys would start. How dare she turn the tables on him? Tyrion was certain on a lot of things in his life, he knew he was in love with the queen and at the same time crystallized his very raison d'être on her. He knew he wanted her to succeed and would do whatever it takes to ensure her victory. He also knew he loved his siblings and didn't want them dead.

« So you claim. But if she commanded you to kill Cersei would you kill her? » She furrowed her brows and looked at him intensely, her eyes almost gleamed as she was teasing the Hand of her sister.

« Would you kill my brother if she ordered you to? » He asked back. The question was easy to ask, almost at the corner of his lips as soon as she started to be defensive. Bäahal knew she would try to but wouldn't be able to end his life. The more she thought of it, the more she realized she might not be able to, regardless of how many lives she had already taken. Lord Jaime meant too much for her to eventually go through with the order. Silence settled between the two of them as their heated conversation came to a stop. They looked at each other and held each other's gazes for a while before the princess cleared her throat and relaxed her shoulders.

« I would try my best to do what is required from me. » -She sighed and tapped her fingers against the table. She wasn't able to give him a straight answer and Tyrion knew he would be giving her the very same.

« As would I. » He replied before he took a deep breath. « I didn't come here to argue with you princess, but it seems that our conversations always end up with an argument. » He sounded tired and disappointed in the turn of events, which the princess could understand. She felt the same.

« I didn't want to argue with you.... » -She held onto his hand and squeezed gently. « I don't want to. »

«Then let's drink. » He said as he fetched himself a glass of wine.

« Let's talk instead. I have plenty to discuss with you. » She admitted.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Hope was restored.

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Hope was restored.

A/N : How did Ayasha and Ishtar react when Elpis was set free? Well, let's find out. just following our storyline, Babe <3 

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« No... »

Ayasha eyes grew wide and she curled her fingers into fists as she felt the energy signature of her little sister. It couldn't be mistaken with another one, this bright and powerful energy that spread on Earth like wildfire. The golden-skinned goddess ran towards the fountain of Truth in order to see it with her own two emerald eyes. She couldn't breathe and she felt her throat tighten at the thought of Elpis being free. The fountain was glowing, and the brightness almost blinded the goddess of Knowledge who squinted her eyes to be able to see through the mirror. She couldn't see anything for the fountain couldn't locate Elpis, but she saw the impact the awakening of the goddess had on Earth. She saw the hearts and minds of humans change and fill up with Hope. She recognized her sister's essence and it brought her to her knees.

« NO !! NO !!!!! » She held onto the fountain.

Ishtar crossed the front door, alarmed by what he felt too. They had already talked about the possibility of Elpis being set free by the Sin but counted on him being undone by Hades to eventually not care about their sister. It was a long shot but there was a chance that Pride would never want to set Elpis free since he was so hell-bent on destroying gods. They were proven wrong ! Now their sister was alive and her curse was lifted and both Ayasha and Ishtar felt her bloodlust as she manifested herself in this plane of existence. She was coming for them and she wouldn't even need to convince the Sin to fight by her side. Ayasha let an inhuman sound escape from her lips, a mix of a painful cry and an angry roar that pierced through Ishtar's ears. He was silently watching his sister, the words of his fallen brother still ringing in his head. Was Ayasha playing him like a damn feeble? Or was she genuine? Did she orchestrated the fall of their Pantheon and used him as a weapon to eliminate their sister or did she truly believe it was for the good of all Primeval gods? It was hard to tell, espêcially not when he was seeing her react to the awakening of Elpis.

« NO !!! NO! Elpis! » She screamed, her emerald orbs scanning the floor and the fountain. Her mind wasn't back in its place as rage-filled it and she wasn't in control? She grabbed rubble with her bare hands and was ready to throw it at the fountain when a strong hand held her wrist. She gasped and turned her head so she could see her brother's unreadable face. For a minute, she lost her composure and her lips quivered as she knitted her eyebrows. « Ishtar... »

« I know. » Was all he could say. He had never seen his sister like this, enraged beyond reasons, disheveled and with her beautiful green eyes injected with blood. Circumstances could explain her reaction to the awakening. After all, He was supposed to kill Elpis and he didn't. Now, because of this moment of weakness, she was about to bring those Sins to their door. « Ayasha,,. » He whispered as she started to pound her fists against his broad chest. Bless his soul, he wasn't reading her mind, because if he was, he would see a maelstrom of thoughts, and among them, the truth behind her every move. He would see the true face of his sister, the ugly face of Knowledge used for power and selfishness and it would crush his soul because Ishtar would finally realize that Leviathan, the brother he so deeply hated, was right.

« She's coming for us Ishtar... She's coming... » She gathered her thoughts and regained her composure. Ishtar was there and she was going to turn this bad news into something better. « And she's angry. »

« I will face her and those so-called sins. I am not afraid of Hades' creations. Why would I be when I am the All-Father? »

Khaos preceded all those other gods, he preceded Hades and he preceded the Sins. He was a being of extraordinary power and while Ishtar was in no way near his level, he still was a threat. He would have been unrivaled if it wasn't for the sins which had powers that could exceed that of a god. They were able to corrupt their minds, manipulate their emotions and worst of all, they had god-killing weapons...Well, Pride did. Elpis was a threat too, and while he didn't voice his concerns about his estranged sister, Ishtar knew she was a force to reckon with. She destroyed a very strong and ancient pantheon by herself, out of pettiness. What could happen when she was motivated by anger and a thirst for revenge? He dreaded facing her again, seeing her gorgeous face look at him with disappointment and disgust.

« She was supposed to be DEAD! » Ayasha spat at him, her fists stopped pounding against his chest as she tried to remove herself from him. « /None/ of this would have happened if you had done your /mission/! »

« I /failed/you! I know that Ayasha. How many times would I have to apologize for showing compassion to Elpis? »

«Compassion? Compassion? You dare call this compassion? You are in love with her, always have been. Don't you remember calling her name when you were fucking me? » She rubbed salt on his open wound, turning tables on him so he wouldn't even question the fact /she/ sent him on this mission. Her venom worked on him and had Isthar release her wrist and lower his head. She turned on her heels and bared her back at him for dramatic effect and also because she didn't want him to catch up with her true emotions.

« We have to get rid of her before they come to our doors. » He stated, his tone still apologetic to Ayasha, who he thought he hurt. Her emerald eyes scanned the area, the rubbles of the old divination sanctum, where Ayasha would consult the fountain and find out what was happening in any realm or plane of existence. It still retained the peaceful atmosphere that allowed for the goddess to plan everything and an epiphany crossed her mind.

« We might not even have to wait until she comes to our door. She is free and her memory is still anchored to the past. Everything changed, and while Hope filled the heart of humans, they have been living for millennia without it. They would not worship her as they used to...She can't possibly be as strong as she used to be. »

« What about her alliance with the sin? »

Ayasha's face was smiling, happy because she realized she found a way to neutralize her sister. She was still able to stop her before Elpis managed to come to the Elder's realm. What pleasure it would be to actually crush her sister's mind and soul before she crushed her body. The Sin would provide the much-needed help without them having to lift a finger. Pride would disappoint Elpis. He would break her heart and along with it, the desire to get revenge. She would lose everything and along with it, the will to live. How could she survive such betrayals? How could she keep her will to live? She couldn't and Ayasha was counting on it. And her face that was stricken with fear and anger was now smiling. Her eyes found their natural gleam and she turned around to face her brother. She wiped her tears off of her face and walked towards her brother who welcomed her with a tight embrace.

« It is going to break. Pride isn't the same as he used to be and Elpis is going to learn the hard truth. She is going to be disenchanted and you know how our sister can be a little extreme with her emotions. Pride will break her and he can even potentially kill her if she proves to be a nuisance to him. There is no way he would feel the way he did before Hades unmade him. There is no way he can believe he's in love with her, there is no connection anymore, nothing... but dried tears and bittersweet memories. Elpis will break and she will die, alone. »

Ishtar smiled at his sister, now that the blonde goddess finally found her strive back, he wouldn't mess with it. She was smiling and had a plan, which in turn reassured him because his mind was too clouded to eventually think about the situation. The shock was gone and soon, Elpis would be too.

-TBC-