Elpis and Pride: Peace offering. WIP

Elpis and Pride: Peace Offering 

She came with a peace offering as she was tired of fighting with the Sin. Her anger was justified, after all, she was still regaining her strength and was prohibited from leaving the Underworld. Pride let his fingers run into her pink locks, enjoying the softness of her skin with his cold palms and the texture of her hair at the tip of his fingers. She was staring at him, her eyes glowing softly as a smile crept on her lips. His blue hues studied the goddess, a creature so beautiful that he understood his older version's interest in her. 

A beauty that no words could do justice to. 

However, anger had left her eyes. She chewed at her bottom lip and put both hands on top of his. He agreed to see her and on top of that, he agreed to have a proper conversation as well. He wanted to give her a chance to know him, The new  (and better) version of him.  So allowing them to have a truce seemed like a smart move. Well, It was a smart move. 

The primeval goddess mellowed her attitude towards him and refrained from spitting bile at the sin since he agreed to meet her but he could still feel the lingering desire to avenge herself.  Good. She had to remain angry but just not at him. His left hand ran from her shoulder to her waist and he pulled her closer to his frame. She did not resist this time, Elpis even tilted her head to the side to expose more of her neck. 

A sign of submission. A sign of acceptance. 

There was something different about her. Something that had a new taste for the sin. She knew who he was and what he was and still wanted him. She spent 2000 years in prison because of him. She was willing to wait a little more because of him. He could see the devotion she felt to him. It intrigued him because there was no fear, no spell that compelled her to follow him, nothing but her own will and that was..... riveting. 

She was looking at him with an intense gaze before her lips finally whispered the words she so desperately kept to herself. "I want to be yours tonight..." own me, possess me, fuck me... strip me naked of my very will, take away my thoughts, break me until there is nothing but desire and love...love...She was in love with him, with the old version of him but Elpis was wise. She knew that Pride wasn't really dead. this version of him was different in that he never "met" her, but it was still Pride. She pressed her lips to his but he pulled away in a playful fit, which made her grunt in frustration before she shrugged and pushed her face forward for another kiss. "Would you behave?" he asked her, still in a playful tone. "Would you be fair? she asked equally playfully. 

Would he ever be fair? Could the sin of all sins be? it was a question she already knew the answer to but she still was wondering. She wanted to know if he would quench her thirst for power and her hunger for him. She wanted to know if he would fulfill her desire for revenge and there would be a time and place to answer those questions. right now, all that mattered was the intense purple gaze that had just set on her.  It sent a shiver down her spine and she moaned softly as he pressed his fingers to her neck a little harder. "You said you came with a peace offering.." He trailed off, the question was rhetorical because he knew the answer. She nodded quietly and watched as he pressed his fingers tighter.  "Are you going to argue with me tonight?" She shook her head and let her hands drop on each side of her frame. "Good." That was good and the mischief he saw in her eyes fueled his arousal. "I think we have plenty to discuss." She started with, her eyes glowing intensely. "And I think the night is still young...."

And the night was...

Doya: Relief

Relief.

As soon as the front door opened and she saw Dean's silhouette, Oya threw herself at him and broke down into tears. He dropped his bag and welcomed her in his arms, wrapping them around her tinier frame. His fingers ran over her back in order to help soothe the hunter and he planted a kiss on top of her head. He was used to it, to Oya's nightmares and he knew that she usually handled herself well when she was hunting alone. However, she called for help. Oya called him and sounded so terrified that Dean dropped everything and rushed to her. The sight was unsettling since her hair was tangled, her eyes were puffed out and red, her whole body was shaking and she couldn't stop crying. He kept his hands on her back and didn't move until she asked him to. 

Comfort.

It took several hours before Oya could fall asleep. She could not speak but he didn't need to ask what the nightmare was about. He kind of knew. Oya's biggest fear had always been losing him. The fact she called him asking if he was alright and begging him to come find her was enough for the hunter to know her nightmare was impossible for Oya to handle by herself. So he stepped in. He didn't care about missing yet a day of sleep. He simply took the Impala and drove to  Oya's location. As she was sleeping soundly, he ran his hand into her black locks. She was curled up against his frame and fully relaxed under his soothing hand. He was falling asleep after struggling for too long but Dean had to make sure that Oya felt safe enough before she could sleep again. Did he really drive 4 hours into the night to get to the African hunter and comfort her? Yes, he did. Would he do it again? Yes, he would. 

Trust. 

Oya trusted the Winchesters and they trusted her. She would have done the very same thing for Dean should the roles be reversed. All he thought about when she called, was to find her and hold her in his arms until she felt safe. "You're safe." He whispered as he kissed her forehead again and ended up laying on his side next to her. His body was numbed with slumber as he has not slept for a little more than 24hours.  He let his fingers run over her face and then planted a kiss on her forehead before he fell asleep as well. Tomorrow was another day and Oya's solo case turned into a regular case for both of them. 

Baahal x Varys: “What will I become.”

Baahal x Varys: “What will I become.”

A/N: Long time no see Varys :) 

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Jon and Daenerys were spending more and more time together, after the war against the Night King, Jon wanted to learn how to properly mount Rhaegal and while they were preparing for the upcoming war against Cersei, it also allowed for the pair to enjoy each other. They survived the war against Death Itself. They survived the long night and lived to tell the story. Now the men of the North, the surviving Dothrakis and Unsullied were filled with rage. Cersei and King's Landing left them to die at the hands of the White Walkers. Jaime was the exception to the rule of the acting queen being an asshole and a tyrant to boot. He showed up, driven by his genuine desire to fight for mankind and protect it from Death. His sacrifice was noted, acknowledged but it didn't make people hate Cersei less, it only fueled their hatred. The conversations the princess heard from the moment Jaime left were all about Daenerys' reign. What kind of Queen would she be? Would she truly break the wheel or was she doomed to repeat the mistakes and horrors of her ancestors? Those questions were real, whispered as the princess walked by and yet, written all over the northerners faces. They had enough of Tyrants and Bäahal understood their suspicions. How could they not have any when Daenerys was still foreign to most of those kingdoms, a queen from the south, from a lineage many refused to follow. A war would be devastating and perhaps, killing Cersei and getting the crown would not be enough. Mereen was a far cry of what could happen, a picture of what was to come. Eventually...

The silver princess needed some time alone, a moment far away from people and their questions about their future. Dany said she would be fair, Bäahal trusted her sister to be. Dany would sit on the Iron Throne, Bäahal would ensure she would. Dany would happily live with Jon...There was no other way. He was genuine and sincere. He loved her sister with all his heart and perhaps because he saw her gentle and kind nature, he would convince his people she was not a threat but a gift. She wasn't a problem but the solution. She was...different. After the war, there was no doubt in the princess' mind that they would be crowned Queen and Consort King and they would rule. Although, it became clearer as the days came by that Jon never wanted to rule and he might just reject this position. He wouldn't be “king”. He would be a consort, he would be of assistance, he would follow Daenerys wherever she goes. But what about the princess? What about Bâahal? She stopped walking, how long had she been prowling around the castle of Winterfell? Long enough to forget where she wanted to go and why she was up, on the halls of the roof. It didn't matter, did it? She had just arrived. The cold wind of Winterfell blew in her face, but she heard the sound of footsteps in the snow and turned her face. She noticed Varys who was walking closer to her and nodded so he knew she had noticed him. Lord Varys. He had always been watching her, either by himself or with the help of his “little birds”. He had always been insightful, especially when it came to the princess and her doubts.

“Lord Varys..”

“Princess.” -He nodded and stopped a few steps away from her.-

“Let me guess...You are worried about me?” -She teased him with before her face turned and she stared in front of her.

“Not this time. If you had asked me the same question a few weeks ago I would have told you yes.”

“Oh... Lord Jaime.” She pointed out before a small chuckle crept out of her lips. Of course, it would have been about Jaime Lannister. Everyone and their mother seemed to think that the princess couldn't handle the departure of the knight, but she did. No matter how much she hated the idea of going to war with Cersei and potentially killing the man, her loyalty came before anything else. The decision was an obvious one to make; nothing came before Daenerys. “I did try my best to talk some sense into my sister and she said she would try and wait for Cersei to surrender. If she does surrender than everyone is safe. If she doesn't and goes to war, then everybody is dead.”

“Are you willing to kill innocent people?” He asked her, his brows lifted with curiosity. She shook her head.

“Not innocent people, Lord Varys. Cersei's soldiers. I am willing to burn Cersei soldiers to the bones. Innocent lives would be put in danger because of the false queen but we will spare them. As much as possible.”

“You sound very confident.” He said, a tight smile creeping on his lips.

“Don't you trust our queen?” -Her tone was dry as she furrowed her brows. He shrugged and shook his head.

“I do trust her, but war is war and war has never been pretty. No matter how good the intentions our leaders might have, sometimes the result is devastating. Are you ready to face this?”

“I am.” She clenched her fists and moistened her lips before she looked at him again. “Even if I have to be the one to kill Lord Jaime.”

“I see.” He noticed it cost her to say so but she did say it with conviction. She was willing to do anything to help her sister sit on the throne but she knew -and was dreading- the next question Lord Varys would ask. “Do you know what you will do, once the war is over?”-Her purple hues glowed and she chewed at her bottom lip before she unclenched her fists and turned her body away from him. He touched a nerve and he knew it. She had no idea about what she would do next. Her lack of words was a signal for him to step in.- “You don't have to answer right now, princess but you have to consider what you will become after the war is over.”

“What I will become?” -She repeated, her eyes averting from left to right. “I--- don't know...”And there it was, that look on her face. The look of someone who was terrified of her future. She had not thought this through and didn't quite know what lied in the future after Daenerys defeated Cersei. She suddenly realized that there was a void she had refused to look at ever since they arrived at Winterfell and being confronted with the hard truth stunted the princess who swallowed hard and pinched her lips together. She twitched her fingers and closed her eyes. “I don't know...”

“With time, you will find out. “ -But he had no idea-

-TBC-

Elpis x Pride : She was anger - She was Danger

Elpis x Pride :

Elpis had been waiting for weeks now, carefully biding her time before she would try to leave the Underworld. She realized that until she had recovered completely, it would be useless for her to try and leave her golden prison. Pride made sure to cast a spell that locked her in his realm. Fine! It was slowing her down but she wouldn't be kept in the Underworld until this new version of the creature she fell in love with would consider trusting her. He had not come to see her, not even once, which didn't improve her mood and turned her quiet and gentle aura into an aura full of anger and venom. The goddess was becoming more powerful over the weeks, so much so that he could feel her psychic print from his chambers. He knew that seeing her like this should have made him feel otherwise, -if he had still been the same Pride.-, but instead of being aroused or at the very least stimulated and encouraged by her emotional state, he was intrigued. Like a cat toying with its prey, the sin wanted to see how far she was able to go. He didn't believe that his old-self could have been attracted to her kinder side. This sweet and sensitive part of the goddess couldn't possibly be made him stay and even worse, soften him up. She went to the balcony of her chambers, determined to fight the magic that was confining her in there and outstretched her hands. Before she could start, Pride appeared behind her, which made her furrow her brows and put her hands on her waist.

The room reeked of anger and vengeance. It sent shivers down his spine and turned his blue eyes into purple hues as excitement took over. He had not even seen her face yet, but he knew the goddess was boiling from the inside. She said as she turned on her heels and finally stared at him. Her eyes were golden pools, and the sight that would have been scary for any other soul staring at her made the sin smirk even wider. His purple hues were even brighter as he took a step forward, closing the distance between the goddess and him. She was angry, and rightfully so, but as soon as she saw him, he realized that she calmed down. She did not expect to see the Sin, especially not so suddenly, but he took advantage of her surprise and stood inches away from her. Her eyes returned to normal. He could see the black sclera again and cupped her chin with his forefinger. His touch made her shiver and she bit her bottom lip. His eyes averted from her eyes to her sugary lips, kissable and lovely buttons he wanted to taste. That quick thought escaped his mind as her anger resurfaced and she pushed him away again. She wasn't happy to see him. She wanted him to finally talk to her and give them an opportunity to finally get to know him. He didn't seem inclined to speak so she tried to push him away but he held her wrist.

« Careful here, Elpis. You do not want to hit me. »

« What if I do? What are you going to do that is worse than what you're already doing to me? » She spat at him, struggling to break free from his touch.

« You're upset. » He acknowledged, releasing her wrist as she frowned her brows a little harder. « I understand wh- »

« You don't understand, Superbia. For 2000 years I have been waiting for you, locked inside those humans I happen to still care for. The only thing that helped me handle captivity was you. The memory of us, the desire to avenge us. I am captive again! »

« Not captive. You do know why I keep you here. I have explained already and I do not like to repeat myself twice. » He warned her, his purple hues glowed brightly as he was now upset.

« It isn't enough! It ISNT enough! » She growled and sighed deeply. « I cannot remain here like a beautiful bird you keep in a cage! This is not who I am. » She said as she looked down. She felt powerless at the very moment, unable to make decisions for herself because her very life was in his hands. She was frustrated and felt unfulfilled as her desire to avenge herself became stronger as time went by.

« This is where you are at the moment. You haven't recovered fully and I haven't had the opportunity to sit and talk with you. »

«Talk? You now want to know more about me? Why haven't you tried to talk to me before? » She asked while he freed her wrist. He still stood before her, his hand now grabbing her waist and pulling her frame against her. « Nevermind...It doesn't matter now because you are here. » She felt his hand stroke her cheek and then lost itself in her luscious pink mane.

« I am at war with my siblings. This is nothing new to you. » He said as he wrapped a fistful of hair in his hand and tugged at it, forcing the goddess to yank her head back. « War requires focus. They are powerful and no matter how great I am, I couldn't let hubris cost me victory. They already almost got me twice. I wouldn't want a third time to happen. »

« Then let me help you. »

« I do not recall you as being one to make plans Elpis. » He said as his lips brushed over her neck in a teasing manner. She gasped and relaxed against his frame. « I do remember seeing you be either very soft towards all living creatures, either bloodthirsty like you were with the Sumerian gods.  You never made plans. You're emotional. »

« Efficient you mean. » She moaned softly as he grazed his teeth on the tender skin of her neck. «Angry as well... »

« And powerful, I know. I can sense your power rise as you recover in your chambers. I do know that you possess tremendous power but you are a goddess and they are sins. They were made to kill the likes of you. » He dryly stated, which made her squirm against him.

« Do not underestimate me Superbia. » She growled, an orange glow covered her hands and a wave of energy escaped from her and made her room shake. His eyes turned into a brighter purple color. « I could be more useful than you think in your war against your siblings. I have a revenge to take on Envy if you do remember. He was the one who messed with my host,. »

« I remember. » The Sin said as he pulled away from her. His ministrations didn't distract the goddess whose anger kept reaching a new level. Since he couldn't have her with Lust, he would speak to the very emotion she was displaying at the moment. Her Wrath. « I take note that you want to express yourself and you are frustrated... »

«Finally! We are starting to have the conversation I have meant for us to have. »

« I'm all ears. » He said as he walked towards the biggest chair in her bedroom. She smirked and followed him inside the bedroom so she could be more comfortable talking with the new King of Hades.

-TBC-

Elpis x Jaime: Did you find what you were looking for?

//musing around. THinking of you 🐉

"And Did you find what you were looking for?" 

Bäahal eyes grew wide and she bit her bottom lip. Did she? Many years ago she left king's landing in search for a new purpose and her true self and still, after all those years she didn't know the answer. Her hair grew longer, her skin had new scars but her eyes were still sad. They lost their spark from the day she lost Viserion and she never found the spark again. She thought that leaving the king's Landing would help her in the long term. After all, she would know... she would find out who she really was and would be able to come back to Daenerys with a better sense of self. She would be a better sister. She would be.... the question that came out of Jaime's lips was sarcastic. He was mocking her and her desperate attempt at trying to be someone.... something. 

Could she be? Her purple eyes set upon the blonde knight and she sighed deeply as he kept a faint grin on his lips. He was drunk and bitter and she knew where it came from. The knight didn't get to die with his lover and because he wasn't there when Cersei died and couldn't die on the battlefield, he resented the world. He resented Daenerys and he resented the Targaryens even more, Bäahal included. His green eyes were intensely staring at her, waiting for a crack on her face, anything to suggest she was miserable. She ought to be, at the very least. Her fingers got stuck in her silver locks as she furrows her brows.

"I refuse to listen to a drunk man."

"And why am I drunk, uh? Why the hell am I? If not because of you!" 

"Bullshit! You were the one who left and told me that you knew the risks but couldn't leave Cersei behind! You were the one who left! You LEFT me!" She spat at him but soon realized she said too much and opened her eyes even wider. 

"I never was yours, to begin with." Jaime sneered. " but you wish I was, don't you? From the moment we met, you fell for me and hard at that." She shook her head and detangled her silver knot. "Don't lie to me, princess! You are a terrible liar!" 

"I am not! I never wanted you to be mine. I wanted you to be a better and happier man!" It was true, she had always wanted the best for Jaime and told him that Cersei wasn't that for him. She tried to convince him that he was going down a dangerous path that could lead to the destruction of his soul. Did he listen to her? Of course, not. 

"You Took the reason that made /me/ a happier man! You killed her!" He snapped at her and threw the glass of wine at her feet, staining her feet and pants.

"Lord Jaime..." he darkly chuckled and sat back on the chair. He never liked when she called him as such, he was no lord anymore. No knight... no nothing. The sliver of respect she gave him annoyed Jaime because she still saw him as a man while he saw himself as nothing but a shell of the man he used to be. "You are drunk... I'm not talking to you." She couldn't fall for his game, now could she? He was looking for a fight, he wanted to be mean and he picked on her because he knew she couldn't really fight back or maybe he was hoping she did. Deep down it was working. His words cut through her heart like a knife he threw at the princess and she was trying to ignore her feelings. But it didn't work out. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and she looked away from him.

"Yet you are. You found me and decided to take me places. I didn't ask you. I didn't ask..." he stood back up and walked towards her. "For a love-struck puppy to find me and try and save me. You can't save me!" 

"By the old gods and new ones I can't save you! I didn't come to rescue you like you are some kind of damsel in distress! I didn't come for that!" -half a lie. She did find him because she wanted to help him.- 

"You are a terrible liar, princess Bäahal. It was cute before but not anymore. You found me on a dump, you should have left me there." 

"You are a knight. If you want to die, then die like one." She snapped at him. "You.... you have to die like Jaime Lannister and not some poor drunk found on the sideways." She sighed and looked up to his face. 

"Why do you bother so much? Why do you fucking try hard? Is it because you hope for a taste of me?" He grinned and cupped her soft cheek with his calloused hand. "Or is it a sick game you want to play? One last joke before the end?" It rubbed her the wrong way. 

"You know me better than that. I play no game. You will die an honorable death like we promised each other." She chewed at her bottom lip and leaned into his touch. "Cersei went like a true Lannister so you should at least give her the honor of dying like one." Her voice broke but she held his gaze. Jaime stopped and froze at her words, taken aback by her sharp answer and sincere tone. She truly was compassionate and this realization took away, at least for a moment, his anger. 

"I see... how charitable of you." 

"Maybe that's who I am.... charitable and people-driven." She pulled away from him and turned her back at him. "I didn't find what I was looking for. No answer about who I really am... when I am not from house Targaryen or when I am not a slave. I thought of leaving King's landing and helping people would help... but I never took a minute to sit and think about myself...."

"You are afraid of what you might find." His tone wasn't mocking anymore and she shrugged. 

"I don't know myself..... but I know who I am when you are near..." she closed her eyes, allowing tears to fall on her cheeks. "So... I won't quit until you are back to yourself..." he chuckled and put his hand on the table next to him. 

"Well.... if you are the one to kill me maybe I will stick around longer." 

"This is cruel.." she moaned softly before she nodded "whatever it takes..." she turned around and extended her hand "I accept." 

"Good." He shook her hand and returned to his seat. "Now what?" 

"Now we sleep. Tomorrow we ride again." 

-TBC-

Baahal x Jaime : « Until we meet again, »

Baahal x Jaime : « Until we meet again, »

A/N : I absolutely loved that moment between them! <3 proper continuation of that scene.

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« Until we meet again. » They parted ways on this last sentence, the night before Jaime Lannister decided to return to Cersei. As the queen's sister, she had to be present when they would send the Kingslayer back to King's Landing. Jon insisted on watching him leave and ensuring that no one would try to attempt to his life. As teeth-clenched as their alliance was, they still gave their word that Jaime would return safely to his true queen. The Northerners were put on a tight spot because the man kept his word and did fight by their side against the Wrights, but he was an enemy and a Lannister at that. They couldn't forgive what his family did to them, how they killed the honorable Ned Stark, how they tortured the kind and innocent Sansa Stark, How they killed Rob and Caitlyn...How they broke this family and the people loyal to them. They could never forgive a Lannister, no matter how helpful he was during the war against Death itself. So she watched, as the golden lion left the castle with preying and judging eyes filled with bile that begged to be thrown at him. She watched as no one, except Tyrion and she wanted him to survive the upcoming war. Everyone wished him and his cunt of a sister dead. Everyone dreamed of being the one to take the life of that damn incestuous pair. Jaime knew, he always knew people loathed him for what he did to Aerys II. He always knew people would want him dead for doing the most he could to protect his family. He always knew he would be alone on his way out of the Castle.

Lady Kyra refused to go back. She made it pretty clear that she wasn't a Lannister, if only just by blood. The people of the Winterfell learned to appreciate this girl who was a victim of House Lannister than one of them. She was tolerated and quickly fell under the protection of her older brother and the silver princess. Bäahal took a liking in the blonde beauty because she saw honesty in her eyes as she spoke of the predicaments this family put her through...Cersei and Tywin. She bid farewell to Jaime on the day of his departure and was holding back tears as she already expected this moment to be the last she would see her brother. Bäahal kept a stern face. She refused to let him see how devastated she was to watch him go. She refused to admit to herself that seeing him turn his back on her and ride his way back to King's Landing was hurting her beyond reason. Her heart was ripped open, a pain she had never experienced before and didn't fully understand. She wished he had stayed instead, with her, with his siblings. Her lips were trembling, her hands were holding onto her dress as she watched him leave. Daenerys glanced at her and noticed the struggle Bäahal was trying to hide, the anger and sadness she felt at this very moment, « Until we meet again. » He said so after they shared their first kiss. It was nothing, just a faint brush of lips and yet, it was the first time she actually was willing to let someone kiss her... the first time she actually wanted more and the first time she realized that she would never have it again. Tears pooled into her eyes and she turned her back at the leaving knight. Her lips kept trembling and she curled her fingers into fists. Missandei gasped and held the princess' hand in support but Bäahal shook her head and left the scene. Seeing Jaime leave was unbearable for her to watch and while she did not have yet the word to name her feelings, she could clearly hear the sound of her heart breaking into a million pieces.

-TBC-

Doya: Anchoring

Doya: Anchoring

Anchoring: verb. To attach something or somebody to something else. 

Oya ran her fingers into Dean's scalp. He was laying on his back, his head rested on her lap. A moment of silence settled between the two of them for a minute as both felt they didn't need to add anything to the conversation they previously had. The silence felt good and comfortable. Her fingers on his scalp were comforting him, detangling any tension he might have had. 

They were talking about them, and how Oya's mom would have loved him. Dean considered her words with a smirk on his face. Moms. The touchy topic none of them talked about because it opened a can of worms. Moms.... she thought about introducing him to hers. That meant she had serious feelings about him. Full stop! No further analysis. Especially since he realized the thought crossed his own mind. Mary would have loved Oya. She would be grateful that the young woman wanted to take care of her stubborn so. She would find Oya strong and charming, cute and funny and.... full stop! Dean always forced himself to stop his mind from Wandering too far away from

Reality. The memories were painful because no matter how much he wished she was still alive, Mary was dead. Mary would never come back and he would never introduce Oya to his mom.  It hurt him, the happy thoughts and realization of what he lost. Hence the silence that settled there. Hence Oya's fingers in his hair.  Hence her own shaky voice as she mentioned her mom.

It hurt her too...

Dean was her anchor to this world. He quickly became, along with Sam and Castiel, the motivations she needed to keep going. She came home to them. She came home for them and when she was with Dean, she felt better. She felt at home. She felt right. Did he know? He couldn't possibly ignore how important he was to her. Not when she was soothing him with her humming and her fingers on his scalp. Did she know? How could she ignore how important she was to him? He never showed how vulnerable he was, not even to Sam and yet with Oya, it naturally came to him. He could let her understand that he wasn't feeling good and needed her without words. He could show how deeply impacted he was on a hunt that turned wrong or a friend who died on the job. He could be himself with her and he woke up feeling lucky she didn't decide to leave him. Oya was his anchor to this world, as simple as that and he wouldn't let go of her. Not now, not ever. 

Pride and Elpis: Difficult.

Elpis was angry. Of course, she was. It wasn't so much the realization that she lost the love of her life due to Hades unmaking him two thousand years ago. It was the realization that she couldn't even go after her siblings because he kept her locked in the Underworld. He did it on purpose, and she knew he made the right decision. She had just been brought back to this plane of existence. She was still recovering and regaining her strength, so how could she face the new All-Father and her sister? They would kill her on the spot, so Elpis had to be patient. She had to buy herself some time, she had to plan.

It still was difficult to accept. Being unable to leave the Underworld and be spied on by Pride's minions got on her nerves. The Sin himself wouldn't show up for weeks, as he was busy finding a way to trap his siblings. He wouldn't even stop by and talk to the goddess, try to know her and that was irritating her the most. Why was he avoiding her? if he didn't care at least a tiny bit, he wouldn't have made it impossible for her to teleport, now would he? why wasn't she allowed to at least assist him in taking down Wrath, Envy and Greed? The goddess was boiling with anger, as she felt pushed to a corner. She wanted to avenge herself and take the time to know this new version of the sin she fell in love with but he punished her... or did he?

doya: the designers of their own catastrophy

She understood the way he felt. The heavy burden he was carrying on his shoulders, the guilt that choked him at night. She understood his long pauses, the intense gaze he gave her at times when words didn't want to come out. She understood when he needed some time alone and when he needed her presence in his life. They were the same, more or less that was. Dean was a man who was broken since the death of his mother. Thrown into a world of horror, blood, and death at a young age, he never quite grew into a regular human being. Maybe it was Chuck's design, maybe it was chaos that brought him there but did it really matter? For Dean, it was his choice, his existence was his own and therefore what he experienced and lived was by his design. Team Free Will they called themselves so they were the ones who shaped their lives, each scar was a result of their bad decisions... or good ones.

She understood this way of thinking because she thought the same. Her life was her own, her mistakes were her own and the pain she felt, the loss she suffered was her fault. Bleeding heart to bleeding heart, a level of understanding they couldn't find elsewhere. That was their relationship. It wasn't rainbow and kisses. It wasn't always happy, but they were together. and that was all that mattered. Even tonight, as they failed and they lost the people they wanted to save, they were happy because they were together. She curled up against him, her hands stroked his face, her hazel eyes stared into his green ones and they remained silent. He wouldn't let go of her either, his strong arm was wrapped around her petite and shorter frame as he kept her close to him, to his heart. and they remained embraced, her lips to his forehead, her fingers into his hair. And they remained embraced, his breathing at a steady pace, his head against her chest. his heart close to hers. They were together at least... together at last