Elpis and Pride: Stormy night

Elpis and Pride: Stormy night

A/N : Just Elpis little monologue. First-person because I can. <3 I <3 you.

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Tonight, the sky is crying the tears I can't shed any longer. All things considered, I couldn't continuously mourn for the death of my favorite siblings -not that I didn't want to, but I had decided to channel my sorrow into my actions.- It feels as if the sky is listening to my silent pleas and is responding in kind. The gentle rain turned into a furious storm, echoing the whirlwind of emotions I am suffering tonight. I feel...lost. 2000 years was a long time spent thinking, and those human months or dare I say years locked -protected- in the Underworld helped me gain clarity. I was starting to see the big picture but more importantly where I stood since I was freed from my curse.

Tonight, I can finally make sense of everything. As I look into your blue eyes a soft smile graces my features. If anything is certain in such chaos, it is the love I have for you. I am glad you allowed us to bond together because I discovered a new-you. I discovered a Sin who was actually telling the truth, whether it was pleasant to hear or not. You are honest with me, caring. I know it costs you to be on Earth and yet, here you are by my side, allowing me to become stronger. I discovered a funny side of yours, albeit, I have to admit you're funny because you're sarcastic not a jester. You let me touch you and despite the sparkles our touch creates, you don't push me away. I'd even say that you like my affectionate gestures, but I could be wrong.

I discovered a sin who was even more determined than the previous Pride. You took the crown of the Underworld, you dealt with your siblings, there is no hesitation on your part. You are the master of yourself and I appreciate that. You are not as selfish as you are projecting, at least, not with me, Meus Rex. Not with me. I fell in love with your sense of adventure, and your unstoppable ambition. I fell in love with your stubbornness and I accepted your finicky nature. I know you're not easy to understand, but this version of you is giving me the keys to understanding you and I appreciate it. I fell in love with your beauty, for you are perfect and I never hid the fact that your good looks also attracted me, eons ago. The only difference with the is that I have matured enough to appreciate it even more.

Tonight, I finally, realize that I was wrong about my family. I used to think that your family was designed to be made of traitors. Hades couldn't risk having all of the seven sins fight against him. He had to make sure you weren't unified and I confess, I naively thought that it made the primeval gods better because they were loving each other. They cared for one another... but I was wrong. I can admit that I was mistaken for my family is no better than yours. Leviathan was a brutal ambitious god, who thought he should be given the throne of the pantheon. He thought he was clever, but he was vulgar, arrogant, and violent. His death was a beautiful gift to me and the tale of his suffering turned me on. He finally got what he deserved after he tried to force himself on me and tried to make me marry him. He got what he deserved for treating you like dirt and thinking he could best you. I am not sorry for him.

Tonight, I want Ishtar to die a horrible death for what he did to us. He was the one who cursed me. He was the one who took me away from you and for this, he must pay. I could never forget the pain I felt when I realized he'd stabbed me. He who was until then my favorite sibling fell in disgrace in my book. Ishtar killed my father, stole his power, and is sitting on the throne as the new All-Father. He is nothing but a fake king and while he's powerful and very well-versed in the art of war, my brother is impulsive. I know that seeing me would break him, for I know he fell in love with me... I know he wanted to claim me but you claimed me first, Superbia. You beat him to it and he can't get over this.

Tonight, I realize that the one I want to personally kill is Ayasha. I know deep down that if things escalated this way it was because she had a hand in this. She'd always coveted power, always wanted to shine. She hated the fact I was the father's favorite and tried everything she could to have her father notice her. In vain. She fomented that plan and guided Ishtar's hand. She made sure we would never be together by cursing me and she threatened my vessel. Ayasha's strength is her tongue and knowledge, and I want to smash her brain into pulp, rip her tongue off of her mouth and slit her throat as slowly as I could possibly do. I want her to beg and swim in her own golden blood before me. I want her to know that I killed her, Pride. I would have given her the world because I truly loved her. I genuinely thought she was loving me too but see how far it took me...If Ishtar had not been in love with me, I would have been annihilated too....it would have been the end of us, so Ayasha deserves the worst ending possible.

The storm outside is going stronger now, and the walls are shaking ominously. I didn't fret easily as it was nothing but nature responding to my emotions but I try and calm myself down for the sake of humans. I wouldn't want to risk their lives. Tonight, Finally... yes, finally, I want to kill my mother. As the goddess of all life, she certainly let us down. I knew my mother only loved three things: My father, humans, and me. She always said I was conceived out of love, but as I started to search for more information, I realized that she was a conceited liar. She didn't love me, she feared me. She was the one who instructed I was kept ignorant of my own potential. I realized that I actually have the power of the All-mother, a matching power, if not maybe more powerful. Could it be the reason she let Ishtar curse me? Could it be the reason she hid on Earth so she could focus on her true love: Humans? Why does she even love humans? The more I think, the more I realize that the only thing my mother loves about humans is their vulnerability and their need to believe in something greater than them. Their capacity to worship life is what makes her so powerful. They are nothing but « feel good » comfort pills she's taking to flatter her ego. It never was about the shortness of life and how precious it was. It always was about power...

Tonight, I want to be with you my king, the only one who truly was by my side. You have my undying loyalty already, and my love as well. I want us to have the night to let go of the emotions I'm going through. Tonight, I want my passion for you to take over and the power that runs through my veins to explode. Tonight, I want to be yours. Over and over again.

-TBC-

Doya: Thinking of you

Doya: Thinking of you

A/N: Just been thinking of Doya. First-person for a change.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bpF60IuD9Y

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“Hey Dean..”

My voice tore apart the silence that had settled in Baby. I am leaning against the door, with the window down so my heavy black locks could freely whip the hair as you drive. My gaze is set up on you. Your emerald eyes are focused on the road, but your shoulders are relaxed. One hand is holding the wheel while the other is mind-absently stroking my thigh. You turn to glance at me before a grin creeps on your lips. I know it's coming, the clever come-back, and I am waiting quietly. Before I spoke, my thoughts had been focused on my family. Just a moment ago, we've been at a motel where a family of 4 were taking breakfast at the motel's “restaurant”. 4.. just like my own family and just like yours. We didn't say anything, but seeing them had me thinking.

It's been a few years now since my family was slaughtered by grief and monsters. I carry the guilt of their deaths on my shoulders. I carry the pain from my loss in my heart and there are days that are harder than others. For example birthdays, family holidays, they all turned sour for me and I try my best to avoid these days.. or work a case if I'm lucky. It helps when you're focused on saving lives rather than on your own miserable past. Shit, we've been through a lot, haven't we? I learned to live with it, with the heartbreaking desire to see them again and the selfish need for a hug. Did you know we used to hug each other before and after each case we worked on? We were so close.. and yet, and yet I have forgotten the sound of their voices. I have forgotten their scent. I have forgotten a lot of details but not the endless love I have for them. I remember how guilty I felt when it first happened.. when it was my father's voice I couldn't recall...I remember you were there, by my side and you comforted me in a way only you can.

“What's up, Oya?” -You finally reply to me.-

As I lean further into my seat, I give you a soft smile. I feel my heart soar in my chest, beating harder against the ribcage. I simply put my hand above the one on my thigh and stroke the skin of the back of your hand, silently letting you know that I am here with you, living the moment. I have been thinking a lot lately, as you can see. I have been thinking of what I wanted my family to know if they could hear me speak out loud. I wanted them to realize that I was safe, in a new family who loved me. I wanted them to know that they didn't have to worry about me because I wasn't alone. I never was, even when I was hunting on my own. I had a place to return to, someone to return to. someone who loved me too. I was content with my life, the dangerous and miserable hunter's life but the duty of those like us who could see past the glamour of the beasts. We saved people together and I wanted my family to know that I had found my home. I wanted you to know that I had found my home in you. So I decide to answer you.

“It's mom's birthday today.”

“Is it?” instantly, your tone shifts and you become concerned and serious once again. I sigh and stroke your hand some more. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah....I'm okay. Today, of all days, I am okay.” -You nod and look back at the road.- “I spoke to her.. through a little prayer if you will.”

“You pray?” -There you go, teasing me a little so you could defuse the tension that had settled in the car. I gently poke your arm and shake my head,-

“You know I don't pray, dickhead. I just.. wanted to speak to her, tell her I'm okay. Tell her I'm happy.” I insist on the last word, my fingers finally entwining with yours. You let me do, eyes still on the road but I can see your jaw clenching.

“Are you...happy?” -The words escape your lips at a painfully slow pace but you finally say them. You finally ask me if I'm happy with you. So I grab your hand and take it to my lips so I can press them against your skin.

“I am happy with you.” -I start with.- “I told mom not to worry about her baby girl because she found her new family. I told her that you made me smile and I knew that would make her frown and then laugh out loud. I wasn't the type to smile, even before all those tragedies.” -I confess with an embarrassed chuckle before I sigh deeply. You ponder my words, so I take advantage of and keep talking. “I told her that I made plans.. actual plans with you. I'm not just talking about cases....I'm not just talking about settling in the bunker..I'm talking about...living forever with you. Facing everything together.”

I hold your hand tighter. I smile and look away, this time turning my body so I could press it against the door and avoid eye contact with you. My cheeks are burning since I am blushing and you can feel it, you can see it on me. I always have a crooked smile and I look down whenever I'm embarrassed. I can see you hold my hand tighter, entwining your fingers with mine in a loving embrace. You're here with me, at this moment and I know that you heard me well.

“What do you want me to say, Oya?”

“N--”

“What do you want me to say except that, long before we met, I wasn't really lucky? I always had to give up part of who I was, to have half the happiness I had. I thought that maybe the apple pie life wasn't for me. You said it yourself, the hunter's life is a miserable life, we lose everything we hold dear and for a while, I didn't want to face it with you.” -I swallowed hard and slowly turn to look at you.-

You're staring at me, eyes bright and wet from emotion. Of course, you wouldn't want that. Who would want to risk losing their minds and hearts? I know how it is. I had the same doubts, the same issues too. Why would I allow myself to fall in love with you and take the risk to suffer because you'd die? Why do you think I'm plagued with nightmares about your death? I wouldn't survive you if you left before me... how could I? When you're my one true love?

“But you did.” I point out as softly as possible. I feel honored you chose me, despite the odds against us. I feel honored you went through with it.

“But I did and I don't regret it. Am I scared? Fuck yes, I am. I'm scared that something happens to you and it did... it did and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to kill whatever nearly killed you.” -You growl and then bring my hand to your lips so you could kiss the back of my hand. “I let you in and I don't regret it, O. I don't. I won't. You bring me ugly aprons, you text me often, you care for me, you love Sammy and Cas...you let me show off in the kitchen and you bring me guns and blades from the finest blacksmiths you know. You care if I'm injured if I'm sad if I'm happy and I'm not even talking about how sexy you are. I didn't expect you, but I am happy you're here.”

And you clear your throat and put some radio on as if you've mic dropped me. I am left speechless and I just look at you as you keep driving us away. I tuck some hair behind my ear and simply lean back onto the chair. If mom could hear us -and I chose to believe she did-, she would see why I said I plan to live my whole life with you. She would see the love that was raging in my hazel eyes and the joy that was overflowing my heart. She would see...

“Hey Dean...” I say again. You shrug your shoulders to let me know you're listening.”I feel the same way for you and mom knows that. Mom knows that... that's why I'm okay today, of all days..”

-TBC-

Bäahal : yearning

Bäahal : yearning

A/N : You have to understand. Bäahal had been yearning for the Knight, for a LONG LONG time. I'm thinking that this would take place slightly before they left Casterly Roc because her mind would definitely NOT be focusing on that as they travel back to King's Landing.

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Bäahal couldn't sleep that night. The heat made her hair stick to her face and back and the thin fabric of her nightgown cling to her curvaceous body. She had braided her hair and tied everything on a high ponytail just to be more comfortable that night but nothing could quite help her feel better. Nothing, not the Seawind that gently brushed over her face, or the very revealing nightgown she was wearing that night. Nothing could stop her heart from beating so fast against her ribcage, or the heat that radiated from her cheeks from blushing so hard. Jaime's room was a few footsteps from hers and the thought made her heart skip several beats and she imagined him walk into /her/ room. He would walk behind her, closing the distance between their bodies and would plant a kiss on her shoulder. The first skin he would dare touch. The thought made her chuckle for she thought of herself as a young maiden and she quickly dismissed the thought.

Instead, she leaned onto her balcony, one arm laid flat on the stone while her chin leaned into her warm palm. Instead, she decided to let her mind wander a little. She spoke with Kyra about Jaime and claimed her love for him in front of his sister; She explained the way she saw Jaime. For the princess, he was an honest man. She met him at Winterfell, at the dawn of the Great War against the Night King. Here he was, alone, brave and strong. Here he was determined to fight for the living and suffer the ire of his enemies. He didn't mind, he didn't care. He was a sheep walking among wolves or to be more precise, the lion walking into a wolf's den. His bravery, his honesty, and his strength attracted her like a moth to a flame. Jaime never lied to her, nor did he try to hide from her. His brutal honesty ripped the hypocrite veil she was draping herself with, it awoke the sleeping dragon she had chained for far too long. He reminded her how it was to live. Oh... even if for thousands the golden lion had lost his touch and charisma, for the princess he'd never been so bright. She was pulled towards him, and perhaps that was Fate, perhaps she rejected her Fate and wrote her own story but she knew from the last night spent before he left Winterfell that she wanted to find him again.

Jaime was...a man whose whole life was driven by love. He loved his family, yes, even though conflicts and betrayal tore them apart. He loved his children, even though he couldn't openly claim them. He loved Cersei despite the opposite never being true. He loved the monster she was, allowed her to turn him into one, protect her until she refused to let him do so. He had been loyal to her, to the very end, even after she had him imprisoned. Jaime was loyal and committed. And she could see the melancholia and sadness creep into his eyes as he spoke of his great love. She could see that he wished things were different but accepted they would never be. Jaime's love was something precious, something Bäahal had always wanted to protect. Even when she tried to break him off of the spell Cersei cast on him, she respected his choice, she respected his love. Even when her own heart bled for him and screamed and yelled and yearned for him, she respected his love because she knew how rare it was. Jaime loved deeply, he loved unconditionally and he loved for all eternity. Even now, while he'd moved on, she knew a part of him would always love Cersei and what they made together -his children- And she didn't blame him for it, she didn't reject him for it. It was a part of his life, a part of his blood, something she wouldn't want him to deny or reject.

Her purple eyes glowed brightly, almost as if they weren't real, as emotion was overwhelming the princess. She had let her mind wander away from her initial thoughts, but enjoyed where it was heading. She knew she was in love with him -admitted it to herself- the day she learned he survived the end of the last war and was hosted by Bronn at Highgarden. She cried herself to sleep that night, out of relief that she could have the chance to see him smile. She could have the chance to hear his voice again but more importantly, she could have a chance to wrap her arms around his chest and pull him into a hug. The princess wasn't fond of being touched by people she had not chosen. She wouldn't even seek physical comfort except for her close family (Dany and Jon) and Missandei who was her best friend and knew her the longest. She wouldn't let anyone get near her but she'd always wanted to be near Jaime. She'd always wanted to hold his hand, stroke his cheek, and hug him. That night, as the thought of feeling his warm body pressed against her in an enthused embrace, Bäahal realized that she had to find him and head to Highgarden to do so.

He was her spring and her Winter, her summer, and her fall. He was everything for the princess who dropped her task at hand -being an ambassador for the queen-, to find the man she loved. Bäahal never questioned her feelings for the knight. She never doubted herself. It wasn't just because she did try to forget him and move on with other princes and lords but they never clicked. She never wanted them. She hated the fake smiles or the lack of charisma. She hated to be seen as a commodity, or as a step towards more power, or towards her sister Daenerys. Jaime didn't care about her status, he didn't care about her being a princess. He knew the real Bäahal, the woman who was passionate and stubborn, the woman who was determined and confused. The one who was loving and caring to the point of almost dying at a siege defending the commoners to her dying breath. He had always wanted to talk to the real dragon and not the mockery of a dragon she put when they met. He never idealized her, nor did he try to model her and he embraced her. Jaime never judged, not even when he called her silly for thinking she was meant to die. He never judged her past, never saw her as tainted and soiled by the rapes and the servitude. He only saw the woman, in all her complexity just as she only saw a man.

Jaime Lannister was a man of honor. He was a man who sacrificed his reputation, the fact people loved him and respected him, in order to save thousands. He killed her father, not because he wanted to but because it was the right thing to do. Jaime, in Bäahal's eyes, was a protector. He was someone good. Yes, he did kill, maimed, kidnapped, and probably traumatized poor souls for the family's sake. Yes, he did unspeakable things in the past but she believed that he had atoned for his crimes, he'd paid the price. His missing limb, the loss of status, the miserable life and the loss of his children and Cersei was enough punishment -she thought-

But Jaime had never fully experienced her loving side, not in a way she herself had experienced yet. Bäahal sighed and looked at her chest for a minute. He knew her past, so he would notice the ironed branding on her shoulder blades. He would see the name of the man who once owned her. He would see the whip scars she had on her back from the days they wanted to teach her a lesson. He would see what clever pieces of clothing hid during her dances and the sad attempts at scratching the name off of her skin. It was too deep, she didn't cut deep enough and gave up after a few tries. It was her past, it was telling her story. She decided to keep it. Her skin, despite those scars, remained soft, warm, just as her hair always had that silky texture to it so many people loved. Her lips were still plump and juicy, willing to discover his own scarred body and smother it with kisses. Jaime Lannister had always been a handsome man to the princess. He was handsome because of his features, of course, sharp, chiseled by the gods and bright. The blonde hair, the emerald eyes that sent shivers down her spine, the square jaw she wanted to feather stroke, the morning beard.. she bit her bottom lip and sighed deeper.

Her chest heaved up and down as she felt the shiver go down her spine and into her loins. Jaime was handsome..yes he was. His broad chest and strong arms felt comfortable and she wanted to be embraced by the knight just so she could feel safe by his side. She wanted to feel his arms wrap around her frame and let her feel that she could let go of her fears. She was safe, with him. -because she was-. His voice was rich, warm, and arousing. Despite her best efforts, Jaime Lannister provoked desire. She, who never thought she could get any satisfaction nor need for a man, experienced craving one so strongly. She desired him, the thought of him made her body tense, her neither lips wet. She could feel her breasts feel heavier and a little more sensitive and then, there were the images that crept into her mind. Those of passionate embraces she'd done in the past but with a different outcome this time. Her, with eyes wide open or tightly closed, her with difficulty to gasp and a need to scream her pleasure.. her, with the delicious need to become one with the knight. Jaime did that to her, Jaime made her realize it could exist. A need so strong she would feel it from the sweet throbs of her womb to the sweat sticking to her neck. Ah.. she needed the fresh air.

And while she prayed for the Seawind to blow harder on her and clear her thoughts, the princess was hoping that her sister would grant her blessings to this union. Part of her still wondered if Jaime had felt the same way or if she was delusional in her emotions. But he said the words. He said the words, and it must have been true. It had to be true.

-TBC-

GoT : Big Dragon vs Little Dragon

For almost a year the Little Dragon had been away from the Big Dragon. Bäahal had not seen her sister for a while and didn't know how she would receive her. She didn't know what had happened since she left, except she was missed. Ever since she was attacked, the princess remained silent, forbidden to write to the queen in order to keep the traitors thinking she was killed off during the siege.

But she was missing Daenerys. After being so wounded and traumatized by her near-death, the only thing she wanted was to hold her sister again. feel at home again. Feel safe again. Unfortunately, she would be coming home with bad news... or news. As the sister of the queen, she had to report what happened, explain how she had been betrayed...and inform her sister of the budding romance between the knight and her. Daenerys held into the palm of her hand, her future with Jaime. The princess was well aware that if the queen forbade their union, then it wouldn't happen and both would be miserable.

So she dreaded seeing her again.
She dreaded to be home.
She dreaded the Dragon Queen.

//All usual disclaimers

MOET: Have you felt it?

Have you ever felt it? the words at the tip of your tongue that die out because you can't gather the strength to express yourself. There is this strong desire to come undone and stop pretending to be strong just for a minute that pushes you to your limits.. but still, you redefine your limits. Still, you make sure that nobody can see you cry. Here comes the moment you want to scream "I need you." but you stop yourself from ever doing so because the very hand that could help you out of the water, can very much drown you on a whim. Or, eventually, they would be taken down with you because that's what you do, isn't it? that's what you do. you take everyone with you.

So what can we do? What is left to do? All that is left is faith. Faith in the good nature of those we love, Faith in their ability to love us even though we keep disappointing them. Faith int heir ability to be strong and keep the path to the Light open long enough for us to cross safely. Faith in your own ability to climb the stairs to safety and well-being; Faith in your ability to heal. Because you can heal and you will, with time.. maybe a little... maybe a lot more. Have you ever felt it? the need to let go? just. let go and close your eyes because you've been extremely tired and you can't move anymore. I can't move anymore. I can't keep going. I need my rest, I need to stop. I need to stop...But Faith keeps me awake. it keeps me standing. it keeps me going.

So I guess I'm not done yet.

# Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: Have you ever felt it?

DOYA: November's rain

DOYA: November's rain

A/N: Just a quick follow-up to 21 guns, but it's taking place before the Thomas' case.

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Three weeks later, Baby, 4 pm.

Dean's emerald gaze drifted from the road to Oya who was sleeping all curled-up against the door. His jaw tightened at her sight and he averted his gaze from her to the road again. Three weeks went by since they faced Pluto and during this whole time, Dean couldn't wash the bitter taste of their last big fight. It wasn't even a fight per se, Dean had just been an asshole. A worried asshole, but still, he made her cry. He made her cry. Dean hated that feeling, the guilt that was churning at him and he didn't stop feeling from the moment he burst out of anger in that motel bathroom. He couldn't take his words back, couldn't un-make her cry, and had to live with the idea that he really was an idiot for even considering she would be fine in a world without him.

How could she be when he wouldn't be fine in a world without her? Dean knew he was one hell of a hypocrite because he was doing the very thing he forbade Team Free Will to do: sacrifice themselves. He was willing to dive headfirst towards danger just so he wouldn't have to bear the pain of surviving a loved one. He would trade places with Sam if it was possible to die instead of someone else. He nearly killed himself trying to resurrect his brother in the past. He would do anything to make sure that the world was a little safer for those he cared for, including Oya. The dirty blonde hunter watched her as her chest heaved up and down. They already had been down that rabbit hole. Both of them had seen the other dead in one way or another. Dean killed a monster who stole her appearance, she had been nearly killed by a deity and he couldn't even remember all those close-calls that happened to her. On the other hand, she also saw him injured and almost die at the hands of a monster.

He could still remember Oya's scared face as she tried her best to heal him. He could hear her worried voice as she was trying to keep him awake and make sure his injuries were all treated. He could feel the tears on his skin as she cried on top of him so he knew she went through the same bullshit he had to endure. Still, Dean was a hypocrite because he refused to watch her sacrifice herself for him. He refused to be the one people died for. He refused to survive each and every one of them and he wouldn't want to survive Oya. He didn't want to be left alone, once again. He didn't want to be sitting there, drinking himself to death because he didn't know what to do without her.. without Sam.. without Castiel and any other person who loved him. He didn't want to end up alone and he certainly didn't want to lose her. Oya turned on her seat and slowly opened her eyes, so she could glance at him. A soft smile crept on her lips before she fell asleep again. Dean held onto the heel a little harder as he remembered their conversation after.

Oya had him promise he wouldn't hunt Pluto alone. She told him that the tendency to put himself in harm's way was scaring her. He could still remember her big hazel eyes staring at him, fresh with the tears she cried. He could still remember her hands working on his wounds cleaning them up, removing the broken glass that got stuffed into his cuts. It was a long and tedious work but she did it anyway. She did it because she had to take care of him and do something while she fixed what he did. Dean felt how heavy her heart was as she removed the glass shards and averted her gaze from his wound to his face. He could see how upset she was, her face didn't lighten up after they addressed the issue. He apologized to her, ashamed of his outburst, concerned by her tears, and moved beyond measure because she loved him. She loved him with her whole being and he knew that. Why wouldn't she want him to die if she didn't love him? Why would she want to stay with him and fight with him? Why would she cry, if she didn't mean it? He tried to comfort her and held her cheek with his calloused hand. That made her stop tending to his wounds and finally had her look at him. Oya bit her bottom lip and leaned into his touch.

“You have to keep in mind, Dean, that wherever you go I go. We're a team. Our lives are entwined and it's the way things are now...It is the way it will be forever. I'm yours. You're mine. Nothing can come in between us, not even Death.”

Her words resonated with him and just as he remembered her words, Oya, who had fallen back asleep just held onto his thigh and leaned against his shoulder. Here she was, in the flesh and still with him. He couldn't blow it again with her -how nice of Oya to tolerate him-, but he still needed to find the son of the bitch who almost killed her and make him pay. Pluto, asshole. A Winchester was coming for you!

-TBC-

Bäahal x Jaime : At least they had each other.

Bäahal x Jaime: At least they had each other.

A/N : It's mostly a mood piece. Although I also speak of key plot elements. They are going back to King's Landing and it's definitely stressing this princess the fuck out. However, it's all projection since we have not gotten into the ship yet and many things could happen XD

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# I wish you could listen to me, sister, and understand just how much I love you... but also, how much I love him. #

Bäahal couldn't sleep. Ever since she set a foot on that ship, the princess was unable to rest well. If it wasn't for the agitated sea that kept her awake at night, it would be the thoughts eating at her for she had no easy answer to give her brain. She found herself in quite the predicament. Bäahal barely survived a siege. Someone, somewhere out there was trying to get at her and therefore she couldn't keep going on. She had to halt her visits to remote Westerosi towns and put herself in danger and despite the current situation she was in, it was bothering the silver princess not to be able to talk with those who most needed to be heard.

Maybe her behavior was unprecedented and very well disliked by the Westerosi lords. Maybe, they didn't like that the commoners were addressed by the highest rank, after the queen and her consort, of the whole kingdom while their own lord wouldn't even look twice at them. It was a competition, after all, it was a threat to their established power. Maybe it had nothing to do with Bäahal and everything to do with her sister. Since Daenerys arrived, she was rubbing them the wrong way. A woman, of the Mad Kings blood, wanted to break the wheel and force them into a lifestyle they had not known before.

She came in, with the foam at her mouth, ready to burn their traditions to the ground. A woman who didn't even believe in their gods. A woman who didn't understand their culture and wanted to replace it. No way! There was no way they would surrender so easily and while they couldn't be honest with their intentions, killing Bäahal was a message, surely the queen would understand. How could the silver princess feel at peace knowing she would have to be extremely careful and play this game of Thrones as it seemed to not have died alongside Cersei.

#My dear sister, how I wish you could see him the way I do. I know of his past, and I know he hurt our family too by hurting the Starks. But his motivation was always love and loyalty. Can we fault him for the sins of his father, sister, and children? #

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only concern the princess had. She rolled on her bed, still unable to find sleep and opened her eyes in the dark of her room. She was worried about seeing her sister again after so long. Almost a year went by since Bäahal left King's Landing. She did write every moment she had free until the siege. For about two months now, she had been silent and had seen her request to write letters to the queen denied because of her safety. How was Daenerys, if not upset and worried? How would she welcome her? In her dreams, she imagined the mother of dragons to be extremely relieved and happy to see her again. She imagined being hugged, eventually to hear the cracks in Dany's voice as she would try to hide her emotions in public. She imagined being taken to the royal chambers just so they could have a private conversation and she saw the fire in the eyes of her sister.

How could she /not/ be angry? Someone tried to kill her beloved sister ; Someone tried to hurt her flesh and blood. Someone tried to rob her again, of her happy ending. How could Daenerys not be angry, when her very own sister brought back a man she despised with all her might? Someone she wished to never see again, someone whose sister was killed by her own hands? Dany couldn't suffer Jaime's presence but she would have to do it because, as surreal as it was, Jaime was the only person who could be trusted with Bäahal's life. His presence could be excused, but what about their feelings for each other?

Lady Kyra said it best, a dragon and a lion was an explosive union. Nobody would be happy with it and it broke the princess's heart. She had always wanted to be loved. She had always wanted to have someone who cared for her, someone who would dance with her. All her life, she'd been dancing on her own, out of fear of trusting someone who would violate what she held preciously back, what was left for her to protect: her soul. For so long she was convinced that nobody could like her because of her lineage, because of her history and because she felt like she was nobody. Yet... Jaime proved her wrong. Jaime ended up loving her and sacrificed everything to come find her at the siege. He told her that he was ready to kill whoever tried to kill her, regardless of who they were. He told her that he was afraid she'd die at the siege. He cared for her....more than anyone else who wasn't her family did. How could she not fall in love with him? How could she not trust him? How could she not want to be with him?

#Dear Sister. I hope you understand when I say that Jaime makes me feel alive and gives me a purpose. Someone who is there with me and willing to walk the walk with me. Someone who gave his body, mind, and soul to me. Someone who understands me like no other before. I feel alive when I'm with him. I feel like myself when I am with him. please, understand Dany. Understand. #

And there, it was. The anguish of having Jaime change his mind. She knew their love was very young and he had been trying to push her away for her own good. Now that they have acknowledged how they felt about each other, maybe Jaime would back down in order to give her a fighting chance at a happier life. Maybe.. but she didn't want it to happen. After so many years spent in atrocious pain and darkness, she wouldn't give up the only light she had. She wouldn't give up the only pleasure she had. She wouldn't just leave him.... she couldn't. The thought made her sick and she stood up, leaving the sweat-infused bed she was laying on. Her cabin was too hot, so she decided to walk upstairs, just so she could enjoy the fresh sea-wind. Her purple hues set upon the front door and she let out a deep sigh. What would possibly happen to her if Jaime decided he wouldn't want to walk the walk with her? Would her whole world shatter? Would she be able to trust after something like this? Those thoughts were painful and they kept her awake at night. The truth was, she trusted Jaime to actually love her and to fight for this love just like she did. The ghost of his past love disappeared, it disappeared a while ago when he actually confessed to her. For so long she was certain that he couldn't love her because of Cersei. For so long she thought he could never love her and yet here he was proving her wrong. She trusted him. She trusted them and in the midst of chaos, at least they had each other.

At least they had each other.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Life and Death of Gaea : « Atonement »

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Life and Death of Gaea : « Atonement »

A/N : For once, the All-mother is speaking to me. Besides, if I can get a glimpse of the life Elpis and Pride are leading now it's a bonus.

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Sardinia, La Pelosa beach, roughly around 6 pm.

The pink-haired goddess walked on the warm sand, her pair of red heels in her hand, and a glass of white wine in the other. The fresh wind was brushing over her sensitive skin, eliciting a soft smile on her features while her messy bun came undone because of the wind. She took the glass to her lips, taking a sip before her golden orbs stared at her beloved who was walking next to her, unbothered. If anything, the fact he loosened his tie was proof enough of his relatively relaxed mood. They had been on Earth for a couple weeks now and they had not been attacked by her siblings yet. Pride's strategy to never stay in the same spot long enough to be noticed, somehow paid off. They were now sharing a new, better, and stronger bond than the one Elpis and Prime! Pride did. As they spent more time together, Elpis appreciated his brutal honesty. Pride was a man of his word who valued loyalty and honesty. He promised he would destroy the primeval pantheon and make her siblings pay for what they did to them. He promised her a crown and a seat by his side as the ruling queen of the Universe and she knew he meant his words. The only thing he required from her was her loyalty and to trust in him, which she did.

The king of the Underworld came to understand why he was attracted to her. On top of her indisputable beauty, and the passion of their love-making,  there was something else about Elpis that just drew him to her. Perhaps it was the confidence she had in their relationship, the one that made her handle 2000 years of pure solitude and despair. Perhaps it was the darkness inside of her. Elpis was known to be temperamental. She was known for her vengeful spirit and the power that was untapped, unleashed, destructive. He hated Earth and would rather not be here, but she managed to make it interesting. She managed to capture his very attention, intrigue him, amuse him even. She was beautiful in that delicious evening and the beach was empty, which only added to the relaxation. Her laughter was sweet to his ear and the mischievous grin she had on her lips as she quietly ran before him had him chuckle a little bit. She stopped mid-run and gently turned around to look at him. Elpis took another sip of her champagne and outstretched her hand towards him so he could come closer. He smirked and walked towards her. He wrapped a powerful arm around her waist and pulled her against his frame. She kissed his lips and pulled away so she could smile at him. His other hand stroked her cheek and pushed some pink strands off of her face.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Amazonia, the All-mother felt the familiar psychic print of her beloved daughter. Regardless of Pride's magic, the ancient one was able to still feel the life force of her daughter. It made her stumble and she put her hand against a large tree to keep herself from falling. Elpis' energy was so powerful, so vibrant and so full of life that it almost made her tear up. Her eyes filled themselves with unshed tears as she realized she would never be able to reconcile with Elpis. How could she, when she let things happened? Elpis' anger would be justified. After all, she knew Sitäa and Khrön were in danger and let them die at the hands of Ayasha. She knew her husband was threatened by her children and yet, chose to exile herself instead of trying to punish her offsprings.

She didn't protect Khaos, she never protected Elpis' siblings because all she cared about were humans. All she cared about were humans... and Elpis. It was argued that the All-mother had never truly felt « motherly » until her last born. She performed, calculated everything and followed Khaos' design of perfect existence, until Elpis. Elpis was the child of the true love she shared with Khaos. She was the only one she wanted, that wasn't needed for this world to be functional. Elpis was the only child he actually loved. Hence why she was the favorite. Gaea sighed deeply and put her hand on her cheek, allowing her fingers to trace those human features she had on. Gaea wasn't able to locate her daughter, but she could feel the emotions that filled her heart. She knew that aside from the joy of being free and reunited with her beloved, there was anger.... hatred even that was overwhelming her. What power was making the All-mother, the goddess of creation feel shaken-up ?.... Worried ?...Afraid! Elpis was capable of so much destruction that they were afraid of her. After she came back from the Sumerian pantheon's shambles, it became clear that she could very much destroy hem if she wished to and they didn't want to experience that. She played with the heart of their All-father, took some satisfaction in sadistic retribution and nobody wanted to face it. 

Gaea could see it every day, the change within the very humans she cared for millennia since her daughter disappeared. She could see them feel bolder and stronger. She could feel her own strength being restored and yet, ever since Elpis was now on Earth, she could feel herself lose more and more strength. Perhaps it was just an emotion she felt, a knee-jerk reaction to knowing her beloved daughter was now freely roaming the Earth. Maybe it was Guilt. After all, she'd been feeling guilty for so long that she was now starting to feel the weight of her sins on her shoulders. Maybe it was the anticipation of what was to come. Gaea had always known the true potential of her daughter. The power of Life itself, of the very destruction of body and soul Hope and Light gave.

Elpis was the daughter of her father and her mother, the true mix of Creation and Destruction and they all feared she would be able to get a hold of her power and therefore be unstoppable. The All-mother shivered at the thought but couldn't help but smile at it. Wouldn't it be fitting after all? Wouldn't it be fitting for the Last born, the baby born out of true love to be the instrument of destruction of the old ways? They had been molding the goddess ever since she was born, to control her, to contain her but now she was free. They had tried to make her stop loving a sin and punished her for this and now she was free. They deserved to reap what they sowed. They deserved to die. Gaea wanted to, so she could finally join Khaos.

But before she fell victim of her daughter's scorn, she wanted to see her one last time.

She wanted to touch her beautiful face, stroke the soft skin of her cheek, hear her soft voice.

She wanted to be a mother like she had not been for millennia.

She needed to atone for her crimes, and apologize.

-TBC-