Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Bäahal x Jaime: Now what?

Whether he wanted it or not, the golden Lion always made the princess cry. He couldn't help it, he always provoked it and that morning was no exception. For weeks, the princess was avoiding talking about the obvious, but how long could she go without him noticing her longing looks? How long could she go without him hearing her clumsy flirtatious ways? How long before he decided that he had enough of her games and needed to talk seriously? Bäahal didn't know and she refused to know until she couldn't do otherwise.

4 weeks later, she was feeling much better. Her body, still marked by the ordeal she went through, was recovering nicely. Jaime did what he could he took care of her as much as possible, while tending to his duties and leaving her to herself. Bäahal took advantage of those moments to spend time with the lady of Casterly Rock, and with herself, effectively regaining enough confidence, trust, and control over herself to be independent once again. She was doing better. Her hair was once again soft like silk, her eyes vibrant and curious again and her mind opens again. she was in a good place, a better place for her to have this conversation with Jaime.

As she went on and talked about the siege -without actually mentioning what happened-, it became clear that the people behind the attempted murder were potentially the house Redwyne. and it would make sense, wouldn't it? After all, Jaime had killed Lady Olenna, Cersei killed Margaery, and the new queen threatened their ways of life. Their fear and disgust of the queen led them to conspire against her and use the princess as a means to achieve their goals. Killing her, became the obvious choice here.

It would have been alright if the conversation stopped here, but during Jaime's attempt at comforting her and making her stop loathing her troubled origins, she was so moved by him that she kissed him again.

The kiss prompted the conversation. The conversation led to a more honest, more open, re-do of Highgarden. Words were said, feelings were thrown at the face of each other. How could they take learning that Bäahal had tried to move on from Jaime Lannister? She had tried to let new, younger and valid princes and lord court her. She had tried to seek a suitor so she wouldn't have to pay attention to the ache in her heart. It failed miserably and she wanted nothing more but to be with Jaime. How could they react, when they heard the knight had tried to push her away from him so she could be happy?

Jaime had always had such a low opinion about himself, seeing himself as poison, as a deterrent to anything good that could have happened to him. He thought he was stupid, he thought he couldn't deserve to be with her, and earn the kindness she had for him. He thought he couldn't possibly be loved by her and yet, here she was, still thinking the world of him while her eyes were still filled with unshed tears.

How could they react, when they realized that Jaime loved her too. That she haunted his dreams and never in the whole world did he think she wasn't enough for him.The answer? it stunted them. Jaime admitted his feelings without looking at her, away from her. he admitted his feelings for her with the fear of the life that was promised to her. How could they be?

The whole realm hated him and merely accepted her. the whole realm would be against this union. The whole realm would try to kill them even more but would Bäahal give up on Jaime? No. Never.

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

(GoT) Determination


(GoT) Determination


A/N: Fast Forward to the future, when her mind is back to its usual self with a couple issues.
Xxx


Casterly Rock, A month and a half after the siege.


The princess left her bedroom and ventured into the beautiful garden under the starry night. After such intensive care, she was finally able to put herself together. She mentioned to Ser Jaime her desire to speak about the tragic events that led to the attack from her bodyguards. There was an urge to discover the truth and find a lead about those who wanted to hurt her sister and attempt at her life. She needed a moment to think on her own. The night was beautiful, the sky was pitch black with bright stars. There was the sweet sound of insects, chanting and soothing her soul, and for a brief minute, the princess wished she was looking at it with the Golden Lion.


She felt the warm breeze brush over her skin and closed her eyes for a moment. Daenerys knew that winning the war against Cersei was only the beginning and she would face strong resistance to her reign. Bäahal, however, did not anticipate that her own life could be used against the queen. Why would it be? Why would her life matter? It was a real struggle for the princess to figure herself out. For so many years her life had been nothing but useful, a property, her life had only the value others gave it. When she started to give in to her desire to be free, she was still struggling with her self-worth and recklessly risked it away. Ser Jaime spent time explaining the complexity of politics. Through his guidance, the princess realized that her life was important and as the sister of the queen, she became an easy target. The siege was a way to break the queen's spirit by killing her sister. Since it failed, the attackers would do it again and would try to make sure they didn't miss it.


While she was still afraid, the young woman was also determined to save her sister. As a matter of fact, protecting Daenerys became the only goal she had in mind since it was the only thing that mattered to her. She put her hand over her heart, as her purple eyes stared at the moon. She vowed on that very night to give everything he had on her quest for revenge and ensure the safety of the silver queen. Sweet thoughts of her sister, especially her warm smiles and the softness of her hands against her cheek made the princess' eyes swell up and get filled with unshed tears. She would protect her and she would once again put her sword at her service. It gave her a purpose and she would dive into it. She would give her all. She would find the traitors.

Monday, May 18, 2020

The Thomas Case: Part 1: The clinic


The Thomas Case: Part 1: The clinic


A/N : finally tackling this one, so at least I could leave those poor Thomas alone when this case is over.


Xxxxx


« Are you okay? » -Dean asked as he parked the car and turned off the engine.-


« I am trying. » -Oya said, her fingers tapped against her knee and she looked past the car window-


« I know. » -He put his hand over hers. « I want you to know that I'm here. »


« As you've always been. » -Oya turned to face him and gave him a soft smile. -


Dean was there when Oya received the hysterical call from Sarah Thomas. He was there when she dropped the phone and had a mental breakdown when she realized that her « brother » had been attacked and might not survive it. He helped her get herself together and decided that he would not let her hunt alone. Oya was reckless, especially when her emotions were twisted-up. He had never met Sarah and Joshua Thomas, but he knew that Oya considered them family and they had been friends since they were teenagers. He knew that she didn't care about her safety when she was emotionally troubled, just like she did when she faced the Asanbosam that slaughtered her family. The deep scars on her arms proved that she could potentially kill herself while trying to get the monsters responsible for what happened to her family. So he wouldn't leave her alone.


« Ready? » She asked him.


« I am. » -They left the car, Dean followed Oya who was brisk-walking into the hospital with just one goal in mind, find Sarah Thomas.-


Sarah was sitting on the hospital chair. She had not been sleeping for days now and her eyes were puffy and red from all the tears she had cried. Ever since she was called by doctors, she was unable to find some rest. How could she, when the life of her brother was on the line? As soon as she arrived at the hospital and saw how mangled Joshua, she called Oya. Since then, she just lost track of time, so much so that when she saw Oya, she stood up from her chair and ran towards her.


« Oya !!! Oya... oh my god. » -Oya blinked and wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug while the blonde let her hands hold onto the hunter's shoulders.-


« I came... I'm here... » -Oya's voice was a whisper as she held onto her friend as tight as she could. Her lips were trembling as she was trying to hold back a sob.-


« Thank you. » She said, pulling away so she could wipe out the tears that fell on her cheeks « I'm sorry Dean. This wasn't the way I wanted us to first meet. I'm Sarah...Sarah Thomas. » -She said outstretching her hand towards Dean.-


« I know who you are. » He said shaking her hand. « It's fine. »


He looked at her blue eyes, at the conflict between how she felt since she finally met him and how she felt about the situation she was in. She had teased Oya about meeting Dean for years now and had always imagined the moment to somewhat be as « apple pie » as it came. Ever since she rekindled her relationship with the brunette, Sarah noticed the joy on Oya's face. She knew how important Dean was to her friend and wanted to welcome him in her family as well. Yes, as « apple pie » as they come. However, her mind was scrambled since her brother was attacked. Sarah was nervous, restless and her dry lips were breaking. she glanced at Oya who was fighting hard to keep it together and gently cupped her cheek. It warmed her heart to see the concern in the eyes of her friend. It warmed her heart to see that she actually came.


« Can I see him? » -Oya asked while she looked up to her friend, who nodded quietly and turned on her heels. -


« Visits aren't allowed, for now, his room has to be sterile. But we can see him through the windows and we can... talk to him. A nurse agreed to use her phone so I could record a message for him. It had excellent results. » -She kept walking, leading Oya and Dean to the hospital rooms.-


« Ah... we can't see him... » Oya sounded disappointed and horrified. She realized how serious the situation was, so serious that she couldn't even come to visit him. « But.. we can record messages, right ? I recorded one, while Dean drove me here. It's errr... Can I send it over so you can send it to the nurse? » She asked while flipping her phone out of her pocket. Sarah nodded and kept walking.


« I'm sure he's going to love it. » -She kept silent for a while and led them to the elevator.- « I've gathered all I know about Joshua's whereabouts,. I can fill you in after we saw Joshua if you're okay with it? We could go to the hospital's cantina? »


« It'll be great. We need to have an idea of where he went, what he did in order to know where to start. » -Dean intervened.-,


While Oya was being silent and leaned against the elevator. Dean glanced at her and his hand found hers, brushing lightly the soft skin of her hand. Oya looked up at his face and gave him a tight smile before she looked at Sarah who walked out of the elevator once it's stopped. Oya held back her breath. For her, it felt like slow motion. Everyone was walking slowly around her. The words, the sounds, everything came distorted because she was getting closer to Joshua. She knew it would be bad, if it wasn't, Sarah wouldn't have had puffy red eyes, she wouldn't look so exhausted. She was trying to brace herself for the shock, so much so that when she finally reached the hospital room, the young woman gasped. The sight before her was traumatic. Joshua was intubated and sedated so he wouldn't feel pain. His left side was badly burned. He still had a huge open chest and the sight of his damaged ribcage, and his burned skin and his painful groans hurt her soul.


« Joshua... » -Oya put her hand over her mouth and started to cry and put her hand over the window.- « Joshua... Hold on, please. I'm here. »


She cried harder and Dean quickly grabbed her hand, allowing her to squeeze as hard as she could. Sarah gently put her hand on her shoulder and wiped fresh tears. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, from the renewed pain to see her brother between life-and-death and from the sight of her sister understanding and sharing her pain. She gently removed her hand from Oya's shoulder. The ebony hunter turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. The world became dark again, so dark that she couldn't breathe. She was so angry. So determined to find who did this to her brother.


Sarah lifted her eyebrows and looked down at her feet. She knew Oya needed a moment to get herself together and accept that Joshua was in a very dire situation. Watching her cry was painful and Sarah scratched the back of her head. The only silver lining was to see Dean comforting Oya. Seeing how much he cared for her, comforted the blonde who could see that he truly cared for the ebony hunter and he was committed to helping her find who did this to Joshua. They needed to know where to start and Sarah was eager to share her knowledge.

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death Of Ishtar : reconciliation


Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death Of Ishtar : reconciliation


A/N : Now that Elpis is on Earth, Ishtar and Ayasha decided to mend their broken relationship and come after her.


XXX


Mortal Realm, Sunday evening, A 4 stars hotel room.


It had been weeks since the Elder goddess and her beloved sin walked into the mortal realm. The euphoria that overwhelmed her the first weeks had vanished, as the goddess realized what had become of her cherished humanity. She had always loved humans, for they were able to experience change, something her kin wasn't able to, or very rarely-so. Human life was fragile, precious and because it was, they found a way to live their lives to the fullest. At the very best, humanity was capable of wonders. They became explorers, artists, inventors of all sorts, and birthed the most beautiful creations their kind could.


She enjoyed their sense of elegance and fashion that became less busy and bolder. However, She didn't understand them today. She looked everywhere for the genuine kindness men expressed more easily at the dawn of their evolution but it was nowhere to be found these days. She realized they were full of hatred, anger, lack of understanding, and confusion. They were vile and repugnant. Pride told her so, in a fair warning he gave her before they left the Underworld but she kept hope that perhaps, they would be different. Her disappointment, however, didn't take away the hope she still had for humanity to be better, to improve, and to uncover the hidden beauty inside of her. She was at crossroads, but it didn't bother her that much.


What did, was that they had to keep moving. Pride's magic was only working for a while before Ayasha and her fiends, located her. Having to flee wasn't really something she enjoyed but it allowed her to meet and influence humans, discover their culture, grow in power. Her eyes softly glowed as she was looking at her hands. Pride had been patient, but that particular night, he was through with humans, for the way they treated his « Light ». Humans were so petty, so small, and while they were facing the most beautiful creature of the whole universe, they attached feeble importance to her skin color. Ridiculous! She knew he was making efforts for her, and softened her features while she stared at him.


« All these efforts are paying. I am becoming stronger. » -She said as she tilted her head to the side.


«I am glad to hear this good news. I can't stand mortals, today I nearly ripped their heads off. » -She furrowed her brows and stood up, walking towards him.-


« Men need patience. The ones we met tonight were..... » She tilted her head and stroked his chest. « The ones we met tonight aren't worth your anger, my king. They merely helped me appreciate more the best of their kind. » She grabbed his vest and leaned her head against his chest. « We can't risk being discovered by my sister. »


« We won't. I can promise you that. » He said, dismissively before he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her forehead. «I felt your sister on Earth »


« She's looking for me. As long as I am with you, and as long as we don't stay too long here, it's going to be alright. »




Primeval gods pantheon :


Ishtar had just returned from Earth, his «mortal appearance » still on as he appeared in his throne room. He ran his hand through his short auburn hair and let out a thunderous roar. His time on the mortal realm was enough to scramble his brain and make him forget the giref he held against Ayasha. She was a deceiver, and she was using him. Leviathan knew, and deep down, Ishtar knew it too but he decided to bury his thoughts deep down his conscious because Ayasha made him who he was today. He was the New All-Father, he was the most powerful god to ever exist and he was ruling. She gave him a reason to keep going after he cursed Elpis and her « love » for him, whether true or false, was the only reason for him to keep going. Her ambition knew no limits and he knew she would end up consuming his very essence, but she had a plan and she knew what she was doing. She knew how to use him and she let him have a taste of a brilliant future. So why would he stay mad at her?


« Are you calmer now, brother-mine? »


Ayasha's voice echoed through the throne room. She was at the door, wearing her own meat suit and a tight blue long-sleeved dress. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was giving him an inquisitive look. Ayasha had been on Earth, just briefly in order to locate the last vessel of her sister. Out of desperation, a plan came to her mind. She found a way to force the goddess and the sin out of their retreat by threatening the very life of the only human the sin cared about. Ayasha knew of the connection between Pride and Asma and she knew the jealous and insecure nature of her sister. If she could crush two birds with one stone, then she would use it. Asma was oblivious of the supernatural, now that her mind had been wiped out by the Sin. She didn't remember the last few years spent with Pride or that she was the vessel of a cursed goddess. Therefore, she was approachable.


« I am now,» -He regained some composure and adjusted his tie-


« I see that you had the same idea as mine. Why were you on Earth? » She asked, walking into the throne room at a relaxed pace.


« Do you really care about my whereabouts sister? » -He sneered at her.-


« Are you in the mood for an argument? » -She said with an irritated tone.- « I didn't come for one. » -She informed the god who sighed and walked towards her.-
« Then, why are you here? » -She narrowed her gaze and stopped walking.-


« I am the one asking questions here. I demand an answer to the question I've already asked you. » -Her green orbs glowed brightly before she tilted her head to make a point.-


« Fine. I was on Earth because I needed to go where you weren't. I needed some time to think and get myself together. »


« Did it work? » -Her concern was genuine. She knew that the last time they both parted ways, Ishtar choked her because he was angry. She knew that Leviathan's words were very thick in his mind and it was best to leave him be if she wanted to have a chance to conquer his trust back. He did seem more relaxed, and she was counting on his retreat to work on her favour.-


« It did. » -She batted her lashes at a fast speed, as her breathing became more fluid and pinched her lips together to prevent herself from sighing from relief.-


« Good. » -She ran her hand through her straight locks.- « I have been onEarth too, brother-mine. Actually, I was looking for the vessel of our beloved sister and I found her. »


« You found Asma? » His face lit up and his eyes turned red. « Did you find Elpis too? »


« No... patience. We can't race to our demise, we have to plan. Fortunately for me, I have a very good plan. I will befriend this human, get closer to her, make sure that everyone notices her, so much so that when her life is in danger, wherever our sister and that filthy creature are hiding at, they will know. »


« How long is it going to take you, » He asked, perplexed that she had not killed the human yet.-


« a couple of what mortals call Months. Nothing more, I promise. I want to kill her when all eyes would be set on her, so Pride would express grief and preference for the human and I destroy the very connection between our sister and him. »


Ishtar eyes grew wide as he finally understood what the goddess wanted to do. She wanted Pride to get rid of their sister for them. After all, if he did kill Elpis, they wouldn't have to worry about him wanting to avenge her, or her trying to get him to their pantheon. Besides, Ayasha was still looking for a way to get rid of the sin, and it would be easier for them to, perhaps, entrap the sin and leave him to rot for all eternity while they both enjoyed a brighter future. Ayasha noticed her brother was shocked, but she quietly cupped his cheeks and gently pressed her lips to his, to seal the deal and reconcile with him. The kiss was soft, and her hands stroked his arms before she wrapped them around his shoulders. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards his strong frame. Her green eyes set upon his face and she pulled away from him.

« you've always known what to do, Ayasha. I give you that. »


« I can do more than that and you know it. » She teased him with, as he secured his arms around her frame and kept her against him. « To be very honest with you, Isthar, I thought I couldn't defeat Elpis and the sin. But I remembered her human vessel and I intend to exploit this weakness to its fullest. Victory shall be ours. » She claimed, while she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss again.


« Victory would be ours, indeed. »


-TBC-

Monday, May 4, 2020

SoA: love is in the air

(SoA)

"They say that the first ray of sunshine would pierce through the darkness of Winter; Spring is supposed to make you reconsider your life, start fresh, as Motherfucking nature does. Spring is supposed to have you reinvent yourself and that made me think. Have I really changed? Sure, I am sober now, for 4 years straight, I have been. Yet, I still feel like the woman I was eons ago. The one who knew Oscar, the one who lost her parents, the one who learned her brother was killed from broadcasted news. I am still afraid because I know I have something to lose again; I have a new family, made of people who could disappear just like that, like a snap of a finger. I have turned on a new leaf, learned how to protect myself, and I speak my mind again fearlessly... and yet... yet, I'm still afraid. So.. How does Spring works for us? Do we really change like the weather? do we grow? Do we shed the past like one caterpillar sheds its husk and becomes a butterfly? Do we really become something else? or are we deluding ourselves into thinking we became better,? I don't know... But it's spring baby and where there's the sun, there is life and this is what I'm doing. I'm still, living."




The misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: My tender love.


The misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: My tender love.


In the dead of the night, when thoughts are the clearest, I turn my head and look at you. Watching you so peacefully sleep overwhelms me with warmth. I feel lucky because I get to be the one who could watch you sleep. I get to be the one who could stare at you while you're at peace. I get to be the one you entrust with your safety and your well-being. Do you know how beautiful you are when you sleep? When there are no worries in the world and your body so nonchalantly turns around? Do you know how sweet it is for me to watch you curl against me? Search for the comfort of my body? Even in your sleep, you make me feel like I'm the only soul in the world. You make me feel like we're only two and we're enough just together.


In the dead of the night, when thoughts are the clearest, my tender love, I am in awe. I can feel your steady breathing over my skin, the sweet rhythm of your heartbeats that serenades me, even in your sleep. You make it feel safe right there. Right here. My heart beats at your pace, slowly matching the soothing beat. My mind's at peace, right there, with your beautiful face as the only focus of the night. And the love I feel for you making my own heart soar. Oh, I love you so! I love when there's no demons and nightmares when we are together. I love how your arm wraps around my frame to keep me closer to you and I love to feel the warm breath of yours brush over the skin of my neck. You protect me, even in your sleep.


In the dead of the night, when thoughts are the clearest, here you are staring at me. Silence is comfortable for we don't need words to say « I love you. », we don't need words to say we care. All I need is the way you look at me, with wonder and curiosity, with a tempest in your soul followed by the calm of the sea, with excitement and fondness... with the sense of « I belong » written all over it. It's a gaze filled with love, one I never knew could exist. And I look at you, vulnerable, invincible, and in the same turmoil as yours. I look at you with sparkles in the eyes and fireworks in the heart. I look at you as I would look at the beautiful landscape I could see from the Porsche of my second residence in Summer. I look at you as I would when I go home after a long day. I feel at home with you. I feel myself with you. I feel alive... My tender love, how I love you!


In the dead of the night, when thoughts are the clearest, here you are smiling at me. And the heavyweight I carried on my shoulders, all of a sudden disappears. I tremble and shake whenever you smile at me and I feel unshed tears fill my eyes. You are such a work of art, of pure unbridled art that graced my sight. Your face always lit up when you look at me and it always moves me. It always makes me smile and always makes me burn inside. My tender love, how I love you. This love is serene, it is because /I/ know. I don't need you to prove to me your love. I don't need you to go out of your ways to love me or show me you care. Because the devil is in the little details and I already know that you love me. You love me when you look at me. You love me when we laugh together. You love me when you cook something for me. You love me when you let me do what I love and you love me when you trust me with people who aren't you. My tender love.. how could I not fall in love with you? How could I not want eternity with you?