Il y a (poème sur la dépression)

Il y a des nuits où nous nous trouvons seuls face à nous-même. Des nuits de reflections douces, des nuits d'angoisse profonde, des nuits où on refait le monde seul dans notre tête.

Il y a des nuits où on s'aime, des nuits qui nous rappellent que nous sommes vivants et qu'à travers nos larmes et nos peines, nous avons vécu une vie.

Il y a des nuits où on apprécie le chemin parcouru, la maturité acquise, les fruits d'un dur labeur: Au fond le prix des larmes, du sang et de la sueur que nous avons versé.

Il y a des nuits d'orage, des tempêtes dans le cœur qui nous plongent dans l'obscurité. La sensibilité rend la pensée meurtrière, les blessures s'ouvrent à nouveau, l'âme se glace. les mots se meurent au fond de nos gorge. on suffoque.

Il y a des nuits où on espère que le jour ne se lève pas. On prie pour un sommeil éternel, on abandonne la lutte car on est las et épuisé. Les vagues se fracassent contre les parois de notre poitrine et elles frappent et frappent et frappent au point de nos rendre fébrile...Mais on s'accroche comme on peut.

Il y a des matins au goût de champs de bataille. Ces matins ténébreux qui accueillent nos corps meurtris et nos esprits flétris. Ce sont des matins victorieux, bien que la victoire reste invisible.

Il y a des matins au goût de fête, ces matins emplis de lumière qui nous enveloppe telle une couverture. Ces matins salvateurs car ils ont le goût du bonheur.

Il y a des matins au goût du futur. ces matins à l'esprit bouillonnant d'idées et d'envie. Ces matins qui ont des projets et des sourires, ces matins au goût d'avenir.

Avec le temps, on apprend à comprendre, on ne se combat plus car le courant est trop fort. On ne se combat plus car c'est se faire du mal encore. Avec le temps, on suit le cours du courant, on suit les vagues et les marées et on apprend à les aimer. Alors, aimons nos orages, aimons nos plages de sable blanc, aimons nos naufrages et aimons nos retours triomphants. aimons-nous, comme nous aimons les autres. Aimons...

// Je sais. petit freestyle sur la depression. :) Bonne nuit et à bientôt. <3

Elpis x Pride: Adjusting

As soon as the first shock of what became of mankind washed off of her mind, Elpis started to enjoy herself a little more. She started to see this new world as a challenge she wanted to take. After so long, what could have been the harm? Humans were ripe for the taking, for influencing, especially since Hope was reintroduced to them. Once again they were bold, creative, determined. Once again they were willing to sacrifice everything to achieve their goals and fulfill their dreams. Once again they were worshipping her. It took time for the goddess to adjust, but her king was by her side. They grew closer over time, enjoying playful banters and silly games to test her strength and power. One of their favorites was to see who would influence the most humans, or who would make them go to extremes with just a little touch. It allowed them to add a fun spin of their time on Earth.

Elpis loved it more than she wanted to admit. she loved spending time and enjoying lavish sceneries. She loved wearing expensive clothes and receive attention from mortals. Over time, she learned to understand them, see that they were bolder than the humans she used to know. they revered beauty -probably explained how and why Pride was so popular-, they were superficial, at least, the most successful was. it was a matter of appearance over substance, which in turn made them even more vulnerable to glamour and mind-control. Easy, so easy. The pink-haired deity was so lost into her enjoyment, she almost forgot that her siblings were looking for her and ready to destroy her at the first chance they had. Pride reminded her, often, to be careful when they were outside and to make sure they didn't stay too long... and while it could be unnerving, it was also extremely exciting. A king and his queen working incognito on Earth, mesmerizing the masses, playing with each other, and strengthening their bond...It wasn't so bad -all things considered-. it wasn't so bad.

Elpis was even able to focus on the pleasure and joy she had with her beloved. Catching up for the millennia spent away from one another. it was taking most of the space in her mind, so much so that she literally pushed aside all the worried thoughts she had in mind. There was a time for everything after all, and while she was preparing for War, she also allowed herself to enjoy what she had.

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"I have the words at the tip of my tongue.
Words that wanted to be said.
Praises that needed to be made.
But they would not until you come and get them.
With the tip of your tongue."

Bäahal x Jaime: The fire we make

# With the fire we make It's getting hotter and hotter Like a moth to a flame I can't stay away #

With the fresh winds of summer and the heavy heat that made her skin sweat, the princess had to wear fewer and fewer clothes just to be able to have normal sleep. As she undressed, she felt the fresh breeze by the window blow over her skin. Her arms covered themselves with goosebumps as a shiver went down her spine and elicited a soft gasp from her. How long had it been since someone had touched her? How long had it been since she felt the warm breath of someone over her sensitive skin? She tilted her head to the side, allowing her long silver locks to spill over her chest and waist and let her purple hues shift from the window to her bed. Bäahal did her best to ignore her own desires. There were more pressing matters than the fire between her legs, or the craving for a touch. There was a struggle for freedom, two wars to lead, a journey she started as an ambassador et a siege...with all of this behind her, the princess realized that she never took time to be in touch with herself. She never took time to explore her fantasies.

For so long she had dreamed of the Golden Lion's touch. His hand firmly grabbing her hair, making her roll her head just before he yanked it back. Her hips swaying as she would ride him and take him to a new plane of existence. His groans that would fill her ears and make her bite her bottom lip so hard she would draw blood to her teeth. Such thoughts had crept into her mind, they kept her company on lonely nights and fueled her desire to find him again. But there were just this.. thoughts.. thoughts she never thought could within her grasp. The wind blew harder onto her, forcing her out of her fantasies and into reality once again. She swallowed a lump and went to the window so she could get more fresh air. Would it be decent, now, to allow her mind to wander to such emotions? Would it be the right moment, knowing that people who wanted her dead were still running free? It made her furrow her brows. Of course, she could! Why would the thoughts she had towards Jaime only be laced with worries? With tears? With pain? For so long her heart nurtured love towards the knight, and now that it was reciprocated, why wouldn't she allow herself a little bit of smile?

They deserved a little bit of peace, she thought to herself. They deserved to rejoice at the moment and embrace their feelings. They deserved a proper victory. For so long, her mind had been tortured with her morals; for so long she berated herself for falling for the knight and tried to stop thinking about him. For so long she denied herself the right to be happy... but she refused to do it any longer. She refused to deny herself the right to be happy. It didn't matter if it was going to be a fight. She would fight for him.. for them... but she would also take time to love them both. So a soft smile graced her features and she leaned her chin against her arms. Yes, she would take time to love them... to love him.. and appreciate what they just had.

#From the fire we make It's getting higher and higher Like the night to the day I can't stay away  #

Doya 21 guns

DOYA: 21 guns

Inspired by the song: 21 guns. I really wanted a moment to show how each other help the other in moments of crisis. This time focused on Dean. (because the Thomas case, is really him giving HER support.) This text is also a follow up to an old one where Oya nearly died because she was attacked by a god. (Pluto)

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« Dean... » -He didn't listen to her, as soon as he crossed the door of their motel room, Dean went to the bathroom and locked himself there.-

A couple of months ago, Oya did encounter the god Pluto during a solo case. As he discovered her true identity, he lashed out at the hunter, leaving her for dead as he exited the scene. As a matter of fact, it was a miracle if she had survived the attack. From Dean getting her last call, to Castiel saving her very life with his healing powers to Pluto himself, being at his weakest due to the death of his last worshipper and Chuck's cruel intervention. Dean freaked out when he heard her blood-filled throaty voice because he knew that sound. It was the sound of death, the sound of someone who was about to die. All of a sudden, he just realized that with a blink of an eye, Chuck could snuff the life of his soulmate. With just a snap of his fingers, Chuck could take back what he had earned, his happy ending. It didn't sit well with the hunter and for the sake of the case he was working with Sam and for Oya's speedy and full recovery, he had buried his emotions deep down.

He pretended to be fine, but for a long time, when he looked at Oya, all he saw was the potential loss. All he saw that Chuck's malice and habit of giving love and taking it back from him. All he saw was what he could lose if Oya died. She could, she probably would, all because of him. The heavyweight he used to carry on his shoulders, that very weight she shared with him because he let her, was now back onto his shoulder on full force. He felt guilty for taking her into a path that could ultimately ruin her. He felt guilty, for endangering her life because Chuck considered Sam and him as the protagonists of his twisted favorite tale. He was scared and doubled-down on pretending he was fine, while simultaneously being extremely aggressive during hunts. However, things took a turn for the worst when they encountered Pluto during their hunt. Oya couldn't help but freeze on spot at his sight. She explained to Dean who was on their way to the motel room and that lit the fuse in his brain.

She should have told him, the very moment she saw the god. He knew deep down that it was wrong to lash out at her, knowing that the god actually nearly killed her and she probably was traumatized. He knew it, and yet, he still said it. They argued in the car, with her trying to explain why she couldn't do anything about it and why he couldn't have done anything if he went headfirst into battle. He would have died, plain and simple and she would have been the one left behind, to survive in a world where Dean would never be. It crushed her heart and while she didn't cry, her eyes were wet from unshed tears. He was being stubborn, hell-bent on killing the one threat that nearly took her life and was not listening. So she cried out his name as he locked himself int the bathroom.

« Dean! »

He turned the tap on and started to wash his bloody hands. They had just finished working on a case and successfully saved people and killed a nest of vampires. It was supposed to be an easy case, it wasn't supposed to be them running into Pluto and yet they did. Dean looked at his reflection on the mirror, and he could see himself being scared to death and calling Castiel for help. He remembered being unable to sleep, being reckless in the case he was working on, holding his head between his hands while Sam was trying to calm him down and give him support. He remembered the fear that crept into his heart, the « never again » scream he couldn't let out of his chest and the tears he cried, once he heard Castiel's report on her health. The smug smile of Pluto irritated the hunter who wanted to rip it off of his face. He wanted to go around and destroy him, stab him, turn him into dust but he knew that without a plan he would have ended up dead. Oya was right and he just realized she was holding back from crying. He ended up hurting her.

Her sad face and the pain he saw made him snarl out of disgust with himself. Why was he like this? Why was he destroying everything he touched? He didn't hear her get closer to the door, nor was he able to think straight. The pent-up anger, guilt, fear, and self-loath was so much that he punched the mirror, breaking it in the process. Oya jumped, scared by the noise, and called his name through a sob. « Dean ! » but he couldn't hear her. He started to break things in the bathroom with his fists, with his feet, motivated by his own anguish-laced screams and « sonofabitch ! » howled in the small room. With his own actions, he was taking the risk to push her away like he always did. After all the horrible things he said to her, it would be a wonder if she'd stay with him. It would be a wonder if she didn't see him for the monster he was. The more he thought of it, the more violent the storm in the bathroom became, pushing him further and further into his own darkness. Oya, who was crying the tears she had refused to cry earlier, kicked the door open as he was standing still. His hands covered with the blood from his cuts. He had thrown his jacket during his outburst and was heavily breathing, looking at the mess he'd just made.

« Hey, Dickhead.. » -Oya attempted to catch his attention, which worked and had Dean turn around to look at her. He saw how devastated she was and she saw how distraught he was. She knew he didn't mean his words, and she understood he was motivated by the fear of losing her. The ebony hunter knew Dean knew he was in the wrong and wouldn't try to kill himself because he wanted to blindly give in to his rage. He didn't even wipe his own tears off of his face but held her gaze as she didn't hold back her own tears. « Are you done? » -She finally said, unsure about her next move.-

« ….. » He looked down and this was Oya's cue to come closer to him. Shame was overwhelming the blonde hunter who didn't know where to go from there. It had been a while since his emotions got the best of him. Oya chewed at her bottom lip and walked closer to him, finally only standing a few inches away from him.

«What you said back in the car... » -She started with, but he shook his head.

« No no... I was a cunt. I shouldn't have said.. » -but she cut him short and slowly grabbed his left wrist and pulled his arm up so she could have a better look at his injuries.

« What you said back in the car... hurt me deep in my fucking soul, Dean. » -She sighed in relief, he wasn't cut deeply, but rather had multiple cuts which could explain the bleeding.- « To have you think I could spend one fucking day without you... to have you dive headfirst towards danger...to have you dismiss my fear of that god.. » She furrowed her brows.

« Oya, I said I was a cun-- » -She cut him short again-

« What the hell, asshole? What the fucking hell? We're talking about A god of Death! » She lashed out, rightfully so. « I didn't even know it was a god of Death until my cover blew up and he mangled me so badly that I nearly died. And you think I would have let you go there and die like a fucking asshole? » She pushed him once, making him take two steps back. « You think I could let you die? Dean, fucking look at me! Look at me! » She cried out, forcing the hunter to set his green eyes on her.

« I would never, ever, let you do this alone. I am your partner, I'm your ride and die! I'm supposed to do things with you... even freaking out. » She said, wiping her tears off of her face. « I know you're freaked out. I know it...That's why I'm not gonna be mad, you hear me? I am not mad and none of this would make me leave. » She said, pointing at the mess in the bathroom. « You're carrying a lot of crap on your shoulders and once again, you're trying to carry it alone. »

Oya grabbed a towel and dampened it with the tap-water. She then grabbed his wrist and started to dab the towel on the wounds.

« I can't lose you, O. I can't. I have taken all the shit that can possibly exist and at this point, you being in my life saved me. You saved me... » He said cupping her cheek with his other bloody hand. « I lost my damn mind when that god nearly killed you. I never got to think about it, express that pain..talk to you about it because I didn't want to remind you what happened. I nearly lost you. »

« And you wanted me to lose you? How is that fair? » She groaned, shaking her head before she leaned into his touch. « How is that fair for me to live in a world where you are not? I can't survive you.. don't make me... » She looked up, at his beautiful but sad face. He kept crying a tear or two, holding onto her face as hard as he could. « Don't shut me out of your heart, Dean... Please, don't. » Oya's voice broke and she silently cried a few more tears. Dean hated to see his girl cry, especially when it was his fault. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulder, releasing her cheek so he could pull her into a tight hug.

« I don't know what to do. » -He admitted- «I know I want to fuck this son of a bitch up and we'll do it together... but right now, I don't know what to do to make you feel better. I don't know how to take care of you right now...not when I'm the one who makes you feel like this, »

« Just stay... just stay with me. » She whispered before she wrapped her other arm around his waist. « Just talk with me..... let's deal with that...we'll hunt Pluto when we're ready... » She said, before she pulled away from him, so she could look at his beautiful face again and smile at him.

«Okay...Okay... » He said before he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He needed to feel her, to feel her warmth, and taste the salt of her tears. He needed to anchor himself back to reality so he wouldn't be in his head. He needed to feel her love for him shine through and see the light that entered his heart. She stayed and she loved him. She stayed and she wanted to fix things. She stayed.

She loved him.

-TBC-

The the princess and the knight. [song sung by Bäahal, at some point]

The the princess and the knight. [song sung by Bäahal, at some point]

[instrumental]

In the dead of the night, when there are no more stars

When there is no more light, except the fire in your room

I will find the comfort, I never knew I lacked,

In the dead of the night, when there are no more stars...

I would stare at your face, looking for an earnest smile,

After tragedies and storms, I believe you deserve calm

I would let my hand stroke your beautiful face,

And I would take away, all the guilt, all the pain

chorus  :

It's the story of a princess and a knight

A story of true love shining its light

It's the story of a dragon and a Lion

who should have made war, but instead fell in love.

In the dead of the night, when there are no more stars

When there is no more light, except the fire in your room

I would make you a promise, looking into your green eyes

I will give you all my love, I will fight until I die

And you will cup my cheeks, you'll get lost in my eyes

conflicted about this, but reassured at the same time

Time and time again, you chose to remain by my side

In the dead of the night where there are no more stars...

chorus : x2

It's the story of a princess and a knight

a story of true love shining its light

it's the story of a dragon and a lion

who should have made war, but instead fell in love.

Bridge :

I bind my life, with yours, eternally

I promise before the gods, that I'll always be here...

I'll always be yours

I'll always be yours......

[instrumental]

Baahal x Jaime : The next morning

Baahal x Jaime: The next morning

A/N: Just projecting here. I don't know how their conversation would end up, but I still wanted to explore Bäahal's emotions after the « big reveal ».

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« You've just fallen in love with a stupid man. » -Jaime's voice still echoed in her head. At this moment, she was already on her knees, crying her soul out because she couldn't contain her heartache.-

Jaime wasn't stupid. Impulsive? Yes. Stubborn? Yes.. but he always tried to protect those he loved. He always tried to make sure they were safe and since he fell in love with the Targaryen princess, he tried to do the same. He tried to push her away from him, believing that it was the right thing to do. He didn't want to act on his feelings, didn't want her to know she was haunting his dreams because the moment she would, she wouldn't be able to move forward. At Highgarden, the princess' confession really came across as a slap in the face. It was unexpected and tormented the knight.

At this moment, he chose to ignore his feelings for her, to give her a fighting chance at life, and in doing so, he broke her heart. In doing so, he broke his, but wasn't he used to it already? To not having what he wanted? To be in a very one-sided relationship, as it was with Cersei? He readily gave up on love, because all he saw at this instant was the trouble he would get her into. Bäahal's life had already been a life full of suffering and he wanted her to have peace and quiet, and to find someone who could love her...someone better than he could ever be. But Casterly Rock proved him wrong. The Siege proved him wrong. The princess's feelings for him proved him wrong.

She loved him, to the point of dying with his name on her lips. She loved him, to the point of crying herself to sleep at night because of her heartbreak. She loved him... to the point of wanting to hide her feelings for him so she could still protect him. She loved him... So when they spoke again, he confessed too, taking the risk to ruin his own efforts at keeping her in a distance. So much was said that night, mixed feelings of pure unadulterated joy and unshakable fear. So much was said, but so little time was given for both to recover from such a sucker punch. When they parted ways, the princess tried to tend to her own daily routine and focus on recovering. That night, she couldn't sleep. She turned around on her bed, her exhausted mind filled with words, her heartstrings being pulled by the maelstrom of emotions she was feeling at the time.

First came the realization that he returned her feelings. He was in love as well and for the first time in a long while, she sighed in relief. She relaxed enough to enjoy the steady heartbeats, the ones that always got faster when you thought of a loved one. For the first time in her whole existence, she felt a strong connection with someone who wanted to take care of her and protect her. This feeling was undecipherable for the princess who didn't know how to handle such joy. She didn't really know how to express her joy but knew that she reached a level of peace she couldn't have dreamed of.

«I know I said I would always fight for us, and I meant my words... but...I just realized that we are up against everything. »

She whispered to herself. Her violet eyes were wide open and stared at the richly decorated ceiling. There wasn't a soul in all Westeros and overseas that didn't hate the Lannisters. There wasn't a soul in all Westeros who didn't wish for Jaime to be dead. When she visited the kingdom, most people cheered on her because the bitch Cersei was dead, but most resented that her brother had been pardoned by the queen. Bäahal had to explain that he did fight to protect the living and for a long while he had been atoning for his past sins. She defended him when they brought her father to the conversation, stating that Aerys II, needed to be stopped and she could care less about an oath to a king when thousands of vulnerable people were to be sacrificed.

People hated Jaime Lannister and he was aware of this. Nobody would want them together and the same people who wanted Jaime dead would want her dead. Not that she cared since someone had already tried to kill her. The hatred went deeper than that, however, and Bäahal knew that nobody in their right minds would agree to them being together, let alone a wedding. She was in love with Jaime Lannister and she wanted everything from that relationship...she wanted to get married to him and nobody else but there was a risk nobody would want them to marry. Nobody would attend their ceremony, nobody would acknowledge their union.

There was a risk, her own sister turned on her for marrying a traitor and someone who was responsible for so much death and sorrow...After all, his family messed with Jon Snow. His family almost killed Bran, and certainly killed Rob, his wife, and Caitlyn Stark. His family forced Sansa to get married to Jeoffrey and suffer at the hand of the young king. They caused a lot of damage, of humiliation.. of pain and suffering for the ruling family to refuse such union. That was the path she chose but would it change anything for her? In the midst of chaos, while she was drifting away with the only purpose to become her sister's protector and devote her whole life to her and Jon Snow, here came someone who cared for her and made her feel alive. He made her feel...

« It doesn't matter to me, Jaime, I told you so before and I will tell you again. It doesn't matter to me. All my life has been a fight and if I have to fight for being happy, then so be it. »

She was determined to fight the whole world if that meant she could be with Jaime. He was a flawed man, he DID horrible things but they all came from a place of love. He soiled his hands with the blood of his victims, just like everyone else in her family did. Be it,  the victims deserved their fate or not. Jon killed his first love, reluctantly so, his very birth and childhood were made of pain and of rejection, except for Aria who loved him despite him being a bastard child. Daenerys left a trail of blood to the throne.. and among those she did kill, she took the life of her first love as well... Bäahal...her whole conception was a heinous crime, her mother was killed because she tried to put her child to safety.. and she did kill people.. rich masters for the sake of the one who owned her..sometimes even killed children, teenage princes or noblemen who purchased her and tried to prove their masculinity through violence. She killed...so she wasn't a saint either, how could she judge Jaime?

The ordeal that lied ahead of them was a heavyweight to carry on one's shoulder, and she understood why Jaime wanted to spare her this tortuous life.. but she was ready and she would fight, despite her fears and the remaining sadness in her heart, she would fight. She would fight.

-TBC- 

Chronicles of the primeval gods : Life of Asma: Deadly shenanigans

Chronicles of the primeval gods : Life of Asma: Deadly shenanigans

A/N : Ta-da daaaaaa, look who's back ?

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Asma was sitting at a dining table, a glass of wine, and a nice caesar salad. She woke up one day, feeling empowered and hopeful. It was a new emotion she was studying ever since she woke up that day. « Hope » In this world, apathy, and determinism had taken over, once the goddess of hope was cursed. Suddenly, it felt as if the world had never known her existence. People became unable to Hope and let their future be decided by Fate. For as long as she remembered, the young woman never felt quite right but that very day, when she woke up, she felt reinvigorated. She felt alive again, daring, and more importantly, she believed that tomorrow could be better... different. So she painted it. She painted Hope. It made her famous and somehow, strengthened Elpis' presence on Earth.

She couldn't remember how she used to be before Hope returned in her heart, but she definitely changed. She became bolder, stronger, and wasn't as sheltered as she used to be before. The world wasn't as scary as it was, her future wasn't determined by Fate, she was her own person and she could try and change her life with no idea of the outcome. Somehow, it was helping her feel more alive. She couldn't remember her time with the Sin nor being a host to a powerful goddess. Those elements had been erased from her memory by Pride after Elpis was set free. She would never be able to remember just how intense her encounter with that creature was, nor the fact she fell in love with him. She would never be able to remember the wonders she saw, ancient magic, powerful magic, and the influence a sin could have on men.

She could never remember the shivers she felt when she was in Pride's presence, and watched as his eyes turned into purple flames or her encounter with Elpis' now-killed siblings. It was for the best. Pride did the right thing when he spared her life and made sure she couldn't remember him because he knew that with her out there, Elpis' siblings or even he would try to get information from her. At least, she was safe, or so he thought. Being a new-socialite, she was able to meet people and attract a serious fanbase. She became friends with a mesmerizing blonde with green eyes. They met at her art gallery, was it a few weeks, a few months, a few days ago? She couldn't remember but felt that it had been forever since she'd known her. She was a famous curator who was so influential that she could make or break your art. Asma was fascinated with her, mesmerized by her aura and her charisma and therefore, had been seeing her from time to time. Today was no exception.

« I apologize for being so late, Asma. I had errands to run. »

« You don't have to apologize, Ayasha. I was enjoying myself. » -She said, smiling softly at the blonde who sat in front of her.-

Ayasha couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw this human. She looked just like Elpis and if it wasn't for the eyes looking off, she would have thought she had found her. The blonde deity savored this encounter. She decided that for maximum effect, she would become friends with this human, entertain her for a while, and kill her without mercy. She needed to get back at Elpis, she needed to gain this human's trust completely before squeezing the life out of her. She hated her kindness. She hated her compassion and she hated her ability to find beauty in everything. There were several instances where she wanted to be done with her but had to refrain from doing so. So it was all an act, from her fake smile to the fake joy she felt when meeting with her. Yet, at the same time, the goddess of knowledge, couldn't stop seeing her.

« When do you think your last piece would be ready? » She asked while fetching herself a glass of wine.

« I don't know... I expect it to be done in a couple weeks. I have yet so many details to add. It's a huge piece, Ayasha. » She said, leaning her cheek into her warm palm.

« What is it about? Hope again? » She nodded and Ayasha bit her inner cheek. « Why do you want to keep painting Hope, and use your body as the goddess of Hope? »

« It feels right when I do that. This whole exhibition is about my journey, isn't it? I wasn't always the woman you know...I wasn't always open to the world, ready to take on new challenges. I was... I felt empty. Then I woke up, anew. It felt like I was reborn and this is what I want to celebrate. » She smiled and dug in her dish.

« Does Pride reminds you of something? » Ayasha asked, still wondering if the human received visits from the Sin.

It appeared that Pride had not contacted the human ever since she was returned to her normal life. He simply wiped her mind as a parting gift for her but Ayasha knew he just couldn't leave her alone. Asma had something about her, that made the Sin want to protect her. She had something inside of her that made the Sin spare her and therefore, Ayasha thought he would have some ways to protect her... or at the very least look after her. She wanted the Sin to know she was holding the life of this fragile human in her hands.

« It's a personification of one of humanity's basic flaws...Other than that, I don't see what you mean. Should I know something more? » She asked, curbing a brow to a bemused Ayasha.

«No... not particularly. I was just trying to see if you could incorporate all the seven sins next to Hope. After, all they are all part of mankind, aren't they? » -Asma chuckled and nodded.

« I'll think about it. Why don't you order something, Ayasha? I'm starving but I feel a bit self-conscious to be eating all alone. »

Ayasha chuckled and stopped a waiter. Her smile turned sinister as Asma was looking at her dish again. While she could use her time with the human as a catharsis. In a way, the doppelganger would help her say goodbye to her sister, rehearse before the actual confrontation with Elpis. Oh, the joys of being on the mortal realm. !

-TBC-

This life with you -Doya-

Doya: This life with you

A/N: I just felt really really nostalgic.

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Oya was in the kitchen, wearing only one of Dean's tank top and a pair of boxers. She could barely sleep this time, probably because of the heat that was making her sweat more than usual. Her hair was tied on a high bun, allowing her neck to breathe and relieving her shoulders from the weight of her heavy curls. She was humming a lovely lullaby from her childhood, one her mother used to sing to her and turned around so she could face the front door. Dean ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and leaned against the front door.

« So, now you're sneaking out of the bedroom when I'm trying to sleep? » He fake-complained, his hands crossed above his t-shirt-clad chest. It was very hot, so the older Winchester wasn't wearing his usual flannel pants. Instead, he was wearing a pair of boxers -since Oya stole his tank top to leave their bedroom-.

« Or you could simply say that you miss me, Dickhead. » She said, wriggling her brow and chuckling a little bit. Dean grinned and shook his head. Oya didn't even leave him the choice since she took her commanding tone.

« Or I could, Bitch...but I won't. » He watched as she puffed air into her cheeks and rolled her eyes. Of course, he would do that, just to see her reaction and she reacted quite fast. Her hazel eyes sized him, from head to toe before she turned around and bared her back at him, pretending to be looking for something on the kitchen's counter. « Oya.. c'mon. Give daddy some sugar. » Now, he was teasing her, bent forward as if she was a little girl and pouting his lips for a kiss.

« Are you telling me that I'm too short for you? » Oya furrowed her brows, slightly riled up as he was playing with her nerves. Whether she knew he was just messing with her and wanted her to come closer or not, it worked since she walked towards him and stood her all in front of the giant blonde.

« You're awfully short. » He teased, while his hand gently tapped the top of her bun. « You can't even reach the top of my torso. What am I gonna do with you, Oya? Maybe I could pack you in Baby when I work a case? » She would have spilled water all over him if she had been drinking. Oya was trying to find a clever come-back, something to say so he would know she wasn't playing with him, but nothing came. Nothing ever came out of her during those little games they had, which made her pout harder.

« It's unfair. You always know what to say. » A heartfelt laughter escaped the Winchester's lips and he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards his frame. That made her chuckle and put both hands on his cheeks.

« Well, I can't help but be awesome. » He straightened his back and pulled her into a hug, helping Oya push herself off of the ground and wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. « There you go. Aren't you more comfortable? »

« Pffttt... maybe. Maybe it would redeem you. » She gently let her fingers brush the back of his neck and nuzzled his nose.

« As if you could be mad with me. » He smirked as she rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

«Mmm. shut up. » She said, kissing his lips before she pulled away and bit her bottom lip. Silence settled between the two of them before she said. « I didn't mean to wake you up. I just felt very hot and sweaty. » She said with another shrug.

« I wasn't able to sleep either. It's okay. » He kissed her neck and shoulder before she gently pulled him into a hug. « I just was wondering if you were doing okay. »

« I am. It's a good day...It's a good day. » She pressed her lips to his forehead. « I've never felt this good in a long while. » She admitted before she looked at his emerald eyes.

« Yeah?  Are you still talking about the kid's case? » He lifted a brow. She shook her head.

« There's a little more. Not just the kid's being saved. I'm home. I came back to you...I care about my job, don't get me wrong, but all I think about when it's all said and done is Home. I'm alive. I'm bruised, but alive and well. »

«Oya... you're my home too. » He said, pressing his lips to hers. She ran her fingers on his cheek and gave him a sheepish smile. « I never thought I could have this, you know? You here, in my life, my partner, my home...It felt like I could never have my cake and eat it too. And you came here and you're making it look easy. » He watched as she got emotional and nodded at his words. She shrugged and planted a kiss on his forehead once again.

« Well... I guess it couldn't have been happier than now. I have the life I've always wanted. I save people, I hunt monsters... I have a family. » She bit at her bottom lip and gently smiled at him. « You are... » Her smile grew in size and made Dean feel warm in his chest. She was so sweet right now, open, relaxed, and honest. He could see the love she had for him in her eyes, in the warmth of her touch, in the soft and bright smile she had on her lips. « You are... » She repeated before she pressed her lips to his, hoping he could feel how much she cared for him. He knew...

He knew...

-TBC-

The Thomas case: part 2: First leads

The Thomas case: part 2: First  leads

A/N: Slowly finishing the setup. I <3 you.

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Silence, there was a deafening silence at the hospital cantina. Sarah had one foot on the chair and laid her cheek against the warm palm of her right hand. She looked at Oya who managed to calm down and stare into the distance. She was cold, distant even, as her mind was now focused on trying to understand what could have happened to him. She wasn't able to get closer to his body and wasn't therefore able to identify his injuries, but it didn't seem to have been caused by a vampire, or a werewolf. She couldn't say, for Joshua was really far away, but she needed to know. Her hazel eyes stared at the blonde who was still shivering.  Sarah was playing with her tea mug and was tucking her blonde locks behind her ear. Her eyes were dry and it was starting to hurt, but she didn't want to let them know just how bad that was. Oya looked into her bag and handed her some eye drops to use.

« Thanks. » -Was all she said before she took the drops and poured them onto her eyes.-

«Have you been able to see him up close? » -She asked while holding her cup of coffee. Dean was sitting next to Oya, one of his large hands on her thigh to bring her comfort. Sarah nodded. « Good. I needed to make sure that he actually wasn't attacked by vampires or werewolves. Have you seen bite marks or claw marks? »

« Yes, but I looked up and they don't look like animal claws. It can't be werewolves. I tried to see if he had been attacked by a man-made weapon, but he had no bullet wounds, no blade wounds..nothing made by a human. »

« So....what ripped open his chest like that? » Oya stroked her chin and then dropped her head. She couldn't come up with an idea, not with so little information. Her hazel eyes drifted to the left and she stared at Dean, seeking comfort. He cleared his throat and took over.

« Do you know what your brother was working on? Maybe we could take over his case and find out what attacked him. » The blonde nodded and took a sip of her tea.

« Joshua and I.... we've always told each other what was going on, so in a situation like these, we could help each other. He knows where I am, what I want to do and he lets me know what he's been working with. I have his bag with his research and notes. » She took another sip of tea. « He came here because there was a rumor about a priest who was thought to be a vampire. Josh first looked into it and quickly realized that they were just urban legends. The priest wasn't a vampire, and he wasn't a monster but he was acquainted with someone who might be one. He met with the priest three times and concluded that supernatural things were happening around him. »

« What type of priest is this? »

« What type? » Sarah blinked at Dean and scratched the back of her head.

« What's his deal? Is he preaching about something? I know we met people who believed in the Apocalypse and tried everything they could to make it happen. They summoned demons to help them fool their flocks into thinking the end was near. »

He calmly explained. Dean wanted to know if the Priest was eventually, one of these people and was working with a good old fashioned demon to bring about the Apocalypse. Oya shrugged and swallowed hard. She hated demons, was eventually scared of them, to the point that her fear sometimes was debilitating during a fight. She always managed to avoid cases involving demons, and would instead let Dean and Sam deal with them when it was still possible to do so. Sarah pondered his words for a minute and chewed at her bottom lip as anxiety was taking over. She was obviously exhausted, and in dire need of rest, but her mind couldn't let go until she was certain she helped as much as possible. Oya was looking at her, regaining confidence with each passing seconds. Despite the sadness and revolt in her eyes, she was now fully invested in the hunt and was able to manage the whirlwind of emotions that was storming in her head.

« I think the Priest used to be barely popular in the area until 5 years ago. A string of accidents and unexplained deaths occurred and suddenly, his church began to be filled with god-fearing believers and hopeless souls. He became popular, yeah, five years ago. I read that in Josh's notebook. I think he suspected the priest of something but never got to visit him a fourth time. »

« I see... The Priest is in it. There's a solid lead. What attacked Joshua might have been a demon. How good was your brother at hunting? » Oya furrowed her brows and pinched her lips together, but she understood why he asked the question. It couldn't have been a simple demon. Seasoned hunters usually knew how to deal with regular demons. An inexperienced hunter, however, could easily be killed by any of them if he wasn't careful. Josh wasn't inexperienced. As a Thomas' he had had experience hunting and killing demons and was very well known within the community. He was ruthless, with both monsters and humans and he wouldn't have had been surprised and mangled like that, by a regular demon.

« He's very good, Dean. Maybe not as good as you Winchesters... but he was very good. He excelled in fighting and he was knowledgeable too. This demon, whatever it is, is not regular if that's what you're asking. » Sarah sneered at him, her voice cold and distant as Dean touched upon sensitive matter.  How could he talk about her brother and question his capability as a hunter? How dared he? Oya shook her head and gently put her hand on Sarah's.

« He didn't imply this. He's trying to see how bad the threat could be. Josh's excellent at what he does and if he was surprised by a demon, then either the demon is not regular, or the priest kinda trapped Joshua and blindsided him. » She said, as she gently rubbed Sarah's hand. « You gotta rest up, Sarah. You're falling apart right now and you're beyond exhausted. Josh won't wake up anytime soon, he's still under intensive care. Please, go take a shower and go sleep for a good day or two. »

« You're probably right. I am indeed tired. I just can't go home until we found who did this, okay? I won't get in your way, but keep me posted. I'll keep visiting Joshua and protect him from a potential attack. »

« One more thing... Have you met the Priest yourself or not? » Sarah nodded, much to Oya's dismay. « When? »

« A couple days ago. He came to see Joshua. He gave me the creeps. That fucker pretended to be concerned but I couldn't help but see malice on his face. I had put protection spells everywhere in the room and the lights are constantly on just in case we're not dealing with a demon... so he didn't do anything. He just came to gloat. »

« Okay... let's make sure he won't ever come back here. We will pay him a visit. » Dean said, determined to follow the lead of the Priest. « Do you have Josh's things with you? »

« They're in my car. I'll give it to you before I go to the motel room. » Oya nodded and removed her hand from Sarah's. She glanced at Dean and both nodded to each other. It was time for them to work.
-TBC-