modern Bäahal x Jaime : Interrupted Interview

Bäahal x Jaime: Interrupted Interview

Lisetning to this song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhuGQUZJot8

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Targaryen's palace, the conference room, 10 pm

Bäahal and Daenerys were sitting in front of a whole journalist crew. The interview had been arranged months ago already and was supposed to focus on the Charity work of the Targaryen family. Bäahal had been media trained, so it wasn't supposed to be difficult. Her sister made sure she was wearing the best outfit since they would be photographed and filmed. Dany herself was gracing the audience with a beautiful white dress and white heels that only highlighted the beautiful silver curls of her hair and the violet eyes of hers. She let her hair loose and only wore her wedding ring (she never took away since Khal's death) and her lips had a tint of pink, giving her face a fresh look. Bäahal was wearing a black and fitted suit, with a pair of Louboutin stilettos and red lipstick. Her hair was tied on a sophisticated huge bun. She had crossed her legs and was staring intensely at the journalist.

They had it choreographed, down to the moments Bäahal was supposed to laugh and smile at her sister's quips. It was the advantage of having the script of the interview received in advance so there were no surprises. Bäahal didn't follow the interview, only waited for her sister's cues to react to her words, and recited her answers when it was her turn to speak. Boring. She wanted nothing more but to escape this place and do something else. What was the point of being paraded around by Daenerys and pretend that their family was united? What was the point of playing the loving family when the pain was all there was here? She was growing tired of being fake in front of the cameras but played her rôle to perfection up until the last questions came. Love questions.

Dany had been used to it, to being asked who she was seeing and if she was in love. Typical questions one would ask a woman, even more, typical when the said woman was as powerful as Dany was. Daenerys was the most sought after Bachelorette of Westeros, she was the most powerful woman at the moment, carrying a whole empire with her wits, and good looks. She was cunning, clever, ferocious even. They called her the Dragon Queen, partly due to respect, but mostly because her brother Viserys called himself the Dragon King's son. She never reacted to those names, nor did she really care about people wanting to marry her. All she wanted was to be left alone and always replied with the most basic answer: « I am way too busy running my empire to think of things like Love. » which wasn't true. She was married at some point and some suspected that she still hadn't mourned for his death properly and couldn't move on. Maybe they were right, maybe there was something else. The main point: Dany could play the game with ease.

Bäahal on the other hand. She used to play the game very easily before. She used to be truthful about her relationship status. There was no one before this Dornish heir, no one before she fell in love deeply with a man who broke her heart afterward. The whole press knew when the heir broke up with her. The whole world could see her tears whenever he was mentioned to her during interviews or at parties. Everyone would see the pain on her face and the bitterness that crossed her whole being at the mention of her lost love. She had loved him deeply and gave him everything including her broken heart he shattered into million pieces. So she knew better than to speak after that. She tuned in with Dany, repeated the same sentence over and over again. « I'm not interested in love, my work is far more important and I love giving my whole focus on a just cause. » a white lie that worked fine since she would not let anything betray her. She would often spend time with the same people, do the same routine, make sure her public life was as boring as possible -and failing to do so given the numerous clashes she had with people in public, giving tabloids a field day.- she still succeeded in making people wonder whether or not she was in love. She fascinated, after all, a bit like Prince Harry fascinated people because he was the runt of the royal family. He was the redhead who caused trouble and was rebellious. He wasn't very liked by his family, nor was he cited as an example. She was like him, in the public eye and they wanted more from her.

« I am not... » She started with, unable to keep going because that wasn't really true. For the first time in a long while, she was having something nice going on. A true connection, someone she liked to see and spend time with. It was nothing, flirtation but still... there was something. The thought itself made her heartbeats go faster and she blushed. Thankfully, it couldn't be seen because of her dark skin, so she smirked instead and shook her head. «.... It's the same thing as last year. I am only interested in my work. I am sure you've known that since Elias and I broke up, I haven't really been looking for love. » She said, shrugging at her words before she drifted her purple hues away from the journalist and to the large window behind her. In truth, her heart was beating faster now and she was doing her best not to let her ribcage heave up and down. Jaime was doing this to her, his hands on the soft skin of her legs, spreading them, exposing her most private parts. She remembered his groans in her ear and his lips on her neck. The passion radiating from him was too much for her to handle. They did tease each other about her being addicted to him and being unable to keep her hands off of him, which was true in that instant. She cleared her throat, to clear her mind and she finally said «So I hope you found the answer to your question. I do not have a relationship and I'm not interested in it. » She started again, this time glancing at her sister who was carefully studying her. Dany wasn't convinced, but the assertive tone Bäahal used to end the discussion achieved to make her shush her thoughts away.

But for how long?

-TBC-

Modern!VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

Listening to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMP-o8WXSPM

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Alone in his hotel room, the silver fox was staring at his reflection. He still had his heart beating faster whenever Kyra was crossing his mind. It made him feel uneasy, for he wasn't used at all to this feeling. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, still noticing the traces of Kyra on his skin, the fading traces of her nails that raked over his pale skin. He ran his fingers over the traces, feeling his whole body temperature rise at the memory of them in that plane. It wasn't supposed to happen this fast, yet it did. Viserys didn't regret it one bit, why would he regret fucking the gorgeous blonde when it was his very intention from the beginning. They were supposed to have a good time together, they promised each other that this weekend was about them and nothing else. So why was he so upset? He quietly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. A quick shower and he would grab his swimsuit and a towel before going to Kyra's room as they planned. At yet, this other thought of his lioness, the Targaryen heir felt his heart skip another beat, blood rush to his cheeks and he mind-absently bit his bottom lip. It wasn't just her face, nor her scent, nor her body, otherwise, he would have just gotten a hard-on and would have just wanted to fuck her again -which he did-. no. There was more to it.

He bonded with her, in ways he didn't understand right now. They talked after, unlike most of his fuckfriends, she actually talked to him about him. He didn't have to spend yet another day talking about their projects and why they came to him. He didn't have to spend yet another day with someone flattering his ego with no substance whatsoever... Kyra had substance. Kyra was amazing and she brought him something new, something he didn't understand, and that quickly bothered him. He cared. He cared for her opinion, he cared for her presence around him, he cared for what she loved and what she hated. He cared for her to have a good time -and not just because it was his ego and his reputation as a party planner being at stakes here- He wanted her to enjoy him. He stroked his cheeks as he'd kick his pants onto the bed and removed his shoes and silk sockets. Now naked before his mirror, he frowned his brows harder.

Viserys had cared for very few people in his life. He had cared for his mother whom he loved deeply. He had cared for his dad, who he hated with a passion after his betrayal but still loved enough to cry when he passed away. He had cared for Daenerys, still protecting her from others and protecting her reputation should someone badmouth her in his presence, despite his violent streak and tendency to hurt her any way he could. He had cared for his brother Rhaegar, enough to want to make him proud by turning his life around and getting himself together, so he was capable of caring for other people but himself. He chose not to, he chose to ignore those feelings given how much pain they gave him. His brother and mother died. His father was a cheater and now was dead. All that was left for him were his sisters, drugs and alcohol, and his music. Kyra shouldn't have a place in his wrecked heart and yet she did. He let his large hands roam over his large chest and closed his eyes. It was becoming a little overwhelming, what was he supposed to do now that he realized he cared for the blonde? Quit? Leave? He didn't want to. He wanted this weekend to be theirs and he wanted it to be good. He wanted to enjoy herself and would focus his attention on this and this only. Viserys smacked his cheeks and went to the shower, it was time to get ready. He had planned to make her lunch after all and he was getting hungrier by the minute himself.

-TBC-

Jaime x Bäahal : No other option

A/N : Just been thinking of them and that special scene we wrote a while ago <3

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« I should probably go to my cabin. » -The princess's voice was shaking.-

Here they were, in front of their cabin doors. After a delicious day spent together, Jaime took Bäahal to her cabin. All-day long she had been dreading this moment because she didn't know if she would have the strength not to repeat what happened the night before. They talked about it, briefly so, and they decided that they should try and sleep in each other's room for the night. They thought it was necessary for both of them to learn how to keep their distance from each other. It sounded like a good idea, like something mature they both came up with. They needed to see if their resolve would be strong enough once they arrived at King's landing. Why shouldn't it be? Why wouldn't they be able to stay away from one another?

Jaime was standing tall. His cabin just a few inches away from his back. His intense green eyes were looking at the princess, at the delicate neck of hers he loved to nuzzle against. The crook of her neck was appealing and the knight wanted nothing more but to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his frame. He was holding back with everything he held dear, but her scent was filling his nostrils, threatening to destroy the resolve he had built over the day. His emerald eyes averted from her neck to her face. She was looking at him with her intense violet eyes, Her lips were half-closed, ready to say something else. He grabbed her hand, kindly, and gently stroked the back of it. He couldn't just /not/ touch her, not when she was so close to him.

« You should, princess. » -He whispered, his voice darker-

None of them actually meant their words. They were looking at each other, testing their resolve to remain true to their decision but knowing that they could never be able to stay away from one another. Bäahal told him, just the night before, that she wanted to enjoy each and every minute they could spend together before they arrived at King's Landing. She knew they were wrong to have a taste of the other, mostly because parting ways would prove difficult, but she also said that she was ready to be frustrated. She was ready to accept anything if she got to actually be happy for the last few days sailing would take. She was willing to risk it all for him.

A silver strand fell onto her face, so Jaime took the opportunity to stroke it behind her ear. That simple touch made her moan, and Jaime's resolve came undone. He felt his heartbeats go faster against his ribcage, and his body started to ache for the princess. The silver-head had tried her best not to give in to her urges to simply press her lips to his and try and give in to her own desires, so she bit her bottom lip hard. She put her hand on his chest, squeezing his shirt mind-absently as she enjoyed the contact of his warm palm. Her eyes fell shut, her resolve was growing thin. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to go back to her cabin. Why would she want to? She tilted her head to the side, her silver locks brushing on her side. Jaime opened his cabin and coughed slightly to hide his growing desire for her. She swallowed hard and smacked her lips together before she took a deep breath.

« You should probably go to your cabin by now.... otherwise... »

« Otherwise ? » -She repeated breathlessly, her heart was racing in her ribcage, as she walked towards him. She let him walk back into his cabin, her hand on his chest as she closed the door. Now that they were alone, she put her hands on her back and looked up at his face. « I guess we didn't have a very strong resolve. » She chuckled and gave him a sheepish smile.

« Do you regret ? » -He asked, his valid hand cupping her cheek. She shook her head and put her hand over his. Her eyes were closed as she was enjoying his touch.

« How could I ? » -She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his wrist. « How could I regret to be with you at this instant? » Her eyes opened again and she stared at him again, her eyes warm and loving. « Do you regret, Jaime? »

« How could I? » He whispered and slowly closed the distance between the two of them and pressing a hard kiss on her lips.

He couldn't regret it, not when the night they had the day before was the best night he'd ever had. He slept at peace -still very alert since he was a soldier and she had to be protected-, but he slept happily to be in the same bed as hers. He slept happily feeling her warmth next to his. He slept happy feeling her lips to his cheek and listening to her sweet voice piercing through the silence of his cabin. How could he regret, when she loved him sweetly without even touching him the night before? How could he, when his hunger for her became more intense? Today he didn't want to be reasoned with, he didn't want to listen to any logic, he simply wanted her. He simply needed her.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Gaea : Her supremacy

A/N : I'm having a lot of fun diving into Gaea's head. It's no secret that the All-Mother has been fearing for her life. The threat comes in the weirdest shapes lately.

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Somewhere in the Philippines, at another random orphanage. 

Gaea was still upset at her daughter's visit. For the first time in her life, Ayasha had been honest with her and spat the truth at her face. It didn't sit well with the All-Mother because her image was shattered. She wasn't the benevolent creature she made herself be. There had been love, to some extent. There had been devotion as well. She had loved her children, enough to raise them into the adults they were. She did love Elpis, perhaps in the most genuine way. She did love her husband and thus more than anything. Humans? Gaea loved humans and did her best to protect them but she only loved them as they loved their pets. They were nothing but a source of energy for the goddess since they worshipped her whether they realized it or not. Ayasha was right. If she had another source of energy, Gaea would have abandoned them and hide in a better place.

The realization that her own daughter saw through the mask of love and benevolence, brought the All-mother to her knees. Ayasha was right about something else, she was scared of Elpis' retribution. For millennia, she felt guilty -or thought she did-, she wanted to present herself as the only person who was truly on Elpis' side but facts spoke more than any words could ever speak. The truth, as told by Ayasha, was that Gaea was well aware of what her children wanted to do. A long time before they killed Khaos, Gaea eavesdropped on a conversation between Ayasha and Ishtar and decided to do nothing, to prevent the death of her beloved. She didn't prevent the cursing of her supposedly « beloved » child. She let them do. She let them kill the love of her life and curse her baby. Why was that?

She was the one who made sure Elpis wasn't aware of her true abilities. She was the one who talked to Khaos -who was definitely loving his child and wanted her to flourish- into managing Elpis' powers so they wouldn't become out of control. Deep down, she was scared of what the perfect combination between Creation and Destruction would be. A child born out of true love? A child loved by their siblings? A child with the power of this magnitude was a dangerous child. She was proven right when news of the complete destruction of a Pantheon by herself and without god-killing weapons. Elpis was to be feared. She was to be contained and if she were to be killed then Gaea wouldn't oppose it. With power such as Elpis, it only was a matter of time before she wanted to become more...And Gaea felt that time had come.

Now that she was free of her shackles and now that she was upset and filled with rage, her powers quickly grew. Gaea only felt her once, those last few months, but it was enough for her to realize the increased level of power; Elpis was now teasing her levels and if she wasn't careful, she could overcome her. Gaea ran her hand through her long black locks as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her breathing was hard, more labored than usual as she was staring at the piece of glass. Her eyes, green like a leaf, were glowing brightly as the pressure around her frame increased and broke the glass into pieces. She had visions... it was the last nail in her coffin, but she saw her daughter, ruling over the universe with a crown on her head and the sin by her side calling itself « Emperor ». The sight was frightening as her daughter was wearing Gaea's crown and had her hands and feet soaked with blood -the all mother's blood- that kept creating life from the floor it touched.-

The same vision happened ever since Elpis was set free. Gaea couldn't ignore them. She had tried but it didn't work. The dreams became more and more present, more realistic, and scarier. It felt like a warning, and fear was disfiguring the deity. Her features, usually beautiful and soft, turned hard, cold and ugly which made her eyes burn brighter. The glass exploded and she cursed under her breath. Ayasha was right, she was terrified because she saw something she never expected from Elpis: Her supremacy.

-TBC-

Doya : What I am thankful for.

Doya: What I am thankful for.

A/N: Special thanksgiving shorty :) these two definitely needed some love.

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Here we are again, bodies interlaced in a lovely embrace. My head against your shoulder, my hand over your chest. You feel comfortable next to me, you feel good and I can't help but love the sound of your purrs as I am gently scratching the skin of your chest. I am comfortable right now, safe, understood. Your hand on my shoulder, keeping me close to you is more than enough for me, more valuable than 1000 words because I know you want to keep me close. I know you won't let go of me. Just a minute ago we were joking about how many times we saved each other's lives. We've been good at it, at hunting together. I guess we're what they call a power couple, not that I care about the names or the labels, but it amuses me every time I get to hear people call us this. I don't see us as « powerful ».

We're broken, that's the hard cold truth. You and I. We've known Death, we're familiar with him by now. We've known Pain, we've known loneliness. We've known days when all we wanted to do was to fucking end our lives, sacrifice it for the greater good since we believe that people would be happier without us, that the world would be a better place. We both know how it is... you, more than anyone. That makes trusting others harder. That makes it more difficult for people who didn't go through what we did. I guess that's why it works so well, Dean? I found a home in you and I love going there when we're together. I always find myself again when you're here because you keep her safe in your heart. I feel « powerful » because you trust me and confide in me. I'm your home too. You are the reason I am still fighting today, the one that makes me wake up early in the morning, and the last thought I have before I fall asleep. You're my raison d'être...

I am grateful, truly. I am because I found you and our family of broken birds. You were able to anchor me to this life, to make me want to live it to the fullest. I smiled again because of you. I laughed again because of you and I certainly cried again because of you. Dean Winchester, you are the most humane person I have ever met, the most sensitive person with the hardest and roughest edge. You sacrifice and give so much love and care for the world that all I want is to give you the very same. I contemplate my life since we met, how much it had improved, and how better I am today. I contemplate and I am even more grateful. I know we are broken and I doubt we would ever heal from all the pain and trauma we've experienced but I am not afraid. How could I, when you're with me? All I hope is that you can feel how much I care for you... All I hope, is that you know I have every intention to stay with you until I die, for I chose you, now and forever.

-TBC-

modern! Viserys x Bäahal xDanny trivia

VISERYS personality/ trivia :

• He tends to tap his fingers against the table or his thigh when he's extremely upset. The more intensely he does it, the more upset he is.

• His voice tends to turn cold when angry/upset and his eyes take a deep shade

• viserys tends to have a wolfish grin

• he always speaks his mind, he also boasts a lot (with reasons to do so)

• he is assertive, demanding, commanding. Everyone stops breathing when he enters the scene.

• He tends to find comfort in drugs, sex, the fast life

• he is extremely jealous and possessive

• his pale skin turns hot red when he's angry so he can't really hide it.

• He is very much into Kyra Lannister (he doesn't just know how much yet nor how it'll impact him)

• He never lies. He might not understand all of his emotions, but he won't lie or deflect.

• He's arrogant and calls himself the dragon king's son.

• Kyra's nickname is the "silver fox" (and he loves it)

• he doesn't hesitate and actually bought Kyra the bikini he wanted to see her with

• he STARES and undresses you.

• He loved his mother and his brother Rhaegar

• He physically and mentally abused Daenerys (but could care, to some extent),

• He did the same to Bäahal but hates her because of what she embodies

• he loved and hated his father for what he did to their mother

• He feels empty inside, that's why he sunk down the rabbit hole

• but he's also naturally mean, violent and cruel

• Dany is his legal guardian. So she controls his money

• he is a singer and a party planner in his free time. (mostly rock/ punk music)

• he's lean but muscular. He could model if he wanted to.

• He's a dominant, when it comes to sex, he's a fucking dominant.

• Emotionally however, while he likes to be in control when in love, his partner would have his undivided attention and love. He will become dependant. (like an addiction)

• he is a devoted partner as well. They all come back for him because he makes them cum.

• Cersei and he, are best enemies. They love to bicker and insult each other via Tabloids.

• He hates Jaime with a passion.

Bäahal personality / Trivia :

• Bäahal smells like fresh grass and wet ground (nature at dawn), naturally.

• She's 25 years old, the youngest of the Targaryen's family.

• She goes with the flow, she's not the dominant type at all, but not submissive either.  (careful not to identify the result of abuse with submission. it's self-defense mechanism)

• she's an enthusiastic and curious lover. 

• She has the habit to storm into rooms and talk to people when they least expect it.

• She doesn't care much about the family feud. She sees Jaime in secret and would befriend Kyra in secret as well.

• Her family being old nobility doesn't consider her as a true heir due to her origins. Some of them however are very nice to her because they understand it's not her fault if her father failed Rhaella. Not every one of them dismisses her existence but they do not get familiar with her. She's a stranger to them.

• She tends to speak before she speaks and has to backpedal or save face, constantly (Jaime thinks it's cute)

• she has a foul mouth and is known to read people to filth, which embarrass Dany (Jaime likes it though)

• She has a passion for Dance and is part of an underground dance crew/ she wears black wigs and sunglasses

• Dany bought her first and only boyfriend (a dornish heir), so he could break-up with Bäahal and leave. (so far Bäahal doesn't know about it. She just had her heartbroken. Upon learning the truth Dany would try to do it with Jaime)

• Viserion was her favorite dog, she bonded with Dany thanks to the dogs when they were younger. His loss truly hurt her.

• Bäahal is a lonely soul. She is desperate for a connection. (but she also loves her own company)

• Her parents both loved her, she had a special connection with her father and took his loss very hard.

• She loves simple things, as long as she eats her favorite food, dances and nurture her brain, she's okay.

• She's curvy and knows exactly how to enhance her curves (especially those little skirts and dresses)

• She doesn't expect people to want to stay with her. She will always second-guess people who claim they want to stay with her or be her friends because usually they never keep their words and disappoint her.

• Bäahal knows how to cook, she was taught by her mother and would often indulge in doing so.

• Daenerys controls her bank accounts, she does allow her some cash every week, so she could spend it the way she likes. Bäahal isn't able to do anything without consulting her sister first and was groomed to think like that.

• She is a genuine soul who would give love, even to her siblings or her late step-mother. She never tried to harm any of them and believe that with time, they would come around -save for Viserys whom she fears. She thinks he's unredeemable but also considers him to be sick and needing psychiatric help. She would never want him dead, despite the abuse-

DAENERYS PERSONALITY/trivia

• She is the first heir of the family since Rhaegar's death. Her father realized that he couldn't possibly give Viserys the leadership of their family business nor could he give it to Bäahal because she was way too young and way too shunned by his family to do so.

• She had to be tough, from a young age her older brother Viserys tormented her.

• She is still mourning for the death of Viserys

• She is very close to the dogs. Actually, she bonded with Bäahal through Viserion.

• She actually loves Bäahal, but forbids herself from showing this emotion because she feels she'd betray her mother. She also has an issue with what Bäahal embodies but was thrilled when they were younger to have a sister. It's complicated.

• She bought Bäahal's first official boyfriend so he could dump her and return to Dorne. He didn't even put up a fight and just left with the money.

• She's very uptight, mostly holds onto the traditions of her old noble family. Bäahal being a stain in the family's name, she has to be perfect in order to make amend for her origins

• Dany fell in love with a powerful businessman she was engaged to, unfortunately, Khal Drogo died and Dany stopped pursuing relationships. She's a hot bachelorette and everyone wants to marry she but she's still mourning for his death and has to mourn on her own.

• She is the legal guardian of her older brother she fears. She also controls Bâahal's finances.

• Personality is very close to « bend the knee » Dany.

• She hates the Lannisters and would never approve of Viserys' interest in Kyra or Bäahal's relationship with Jaime and would feel betrayed by both of them upon learning the truth.

Modern GoT : Lights on.

Modern GoT : Lights on.

Targaryen's palace gym, 11:30 pm.

Bäahal had just finished her routine and quickly slid on the floor to her sports bag that was at the corner. She sat on the floor, heavily breathing as she was trying to catch up and let her purple hues stare at the room. She ran her hand over her neck and tapped the top of her huge bun, just to make sure her hair was still in place. It was an immense gym, built by Aerys because he wanted his family to stay healthy and stay out of the public eye. He knew Bäahal loved to dance and built a room just for her, with enough privacy so the others wouldn't pry on her work and deride it. She would spend countless hours in this room, sweating, bleeding, and crying but it was her solace during the years that followed Aerys' death. Tonight was no exception as she danced herself to the point of bleeding from her feet.

She removed her shoes and grabbed the medical kit she kept in her bag. Focused, the silver-haired heiress cleaned her feet with alcohol, hissing at the sting she felt when she dabbed the light cotton disk. Frustrated, she groaned and resumed cleaning her feet more ferociously. When she danced, the ebony Targaryen felt free, and for the 20 minutes her new routine lasted, she almost forgot her life. She could only focus on her dance, on how she enjoyed the music she picked, and how free she was in this gym, where nobody could find her and judge her. Now that the music was gone and all that was left were her thoughts, the young woman felt lost. Bäahal had always been in her own company, for fuck sake, her family nicknamed her « Lonely » because of her step-mother. She had always had trouble bonding with others, mostly because they were afraid of her sister and brother. Most didn't want to deal with the sister of the cruel Viserys but also didn't want him to retaliate (little did they know he didn't care for Bäahal) so they stuck around, but it remained empty and shallow. Most eventually avoided her altogether, mostly because they were close to Daenerys -as in, close friends- and knew of Dany's complicated feelings for her sister. It was a lose-lose situation for her.

Fortunately, in the underground dance scene, she was able to make good friends, people who didn't know it was her because she used a black wig and wore sunglasses. They were able to respect her as a dancer and watch her dance. Valeria, a ballet-trained dancer, and runner of one of the most famous underground dance clubs was some sort of mentor for Bäahal. She was the only one who knew her true identity but decided to keep their relationship professional only. It was still something. She trained her, watched and reviewed her routines, taught her new movements. She was the closest of a friend, she could have asked for. Dancing in complete anonymity also gave her a sense of freedom, of pure joy and she was good at it, excellent even, but not perfect yet. However, as much as she was happy with her dance, she knew it wasn't enough. As a matter of fact, meeting Jaime forced her to admit that she wasn't very happy with the life she led and couldn't possibly always be sorry for being herself. Jaime met her and he didn't run away. He didn't want to change her and he certainly didn't judge her for being an out of wedlock kid, a product of a cheating heart with a woman who didn't ask for this.

Sunni loved Aerys II. She loved him with all her heart and had not planned to fall in love with him. She tried her best not to reconnect or continue once they did link up but failed. She failed so much she ended up getting pregnant with Bäahal. Yes, it was bad. A married man shouldn't be having an affair with someone else. Aerys played it really wrong and ended up hurting everyone in the process. He made Sunni a homewrecker. She was ready to raise her child alone, and did so for years yet... she couldn't refuse a father to see their child, so Aerys met Bäahal when she was born. He fell in love with his daughter and made sure he visited her often and watched her grow. Bäahal had tried to be mad at him, at both of them, and sincerely was for a few years upon learning the truth about her origins. Yet, love took over, love conquered it all. She loved both her parents, understood their feelings, wanted to make amends for them to his family. She was shunned for this, hated for this, mistreated for years and no matter how resilient, she was, Bäahal ended up thinking that perhaps, she shouldn't have been born. Perhaps, she should apologize for this.

So, dancing was her go-to when she wanted to forget. Dancing gave her meaning, a purpose, a reason to be alive. If she wasn't able to receive love, then she would still give it. Her heart was full of love she gave to people -even those who hated her -and yet couldn't get because they didn't want it. So she gave it to the family dogs: Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal. While Viserion did die, she still had his brothers she could love fiercely. Yet, it wasn't enough. She was aware of it. Bäahal craved human interactions. She needed love. She dreamed of it. Her parents loved her, Rhaegar cared for her and she wanted to make friends. She loved what she was having with Jaime, regardless of what it was, it was the most connection she ever had with someone. She wanted more.

-TBC-

Modern GOT : L'Enfant Terrible

Modern GOT : L'Enfant Terrible

// My favourite antagonist already. but on his good side for now :p 

How could he do? Torn between Light and Darkness, Viserys didn't quite know how to feel. How to be. He was a man who spent 35 years walking on thin ice, looking for danger, testing his limits. He was empty, and this hunger he felt had him live life to the fullest, always taking risks, always pushing his luck with Death. He was cruel, there was no way to pretend he wasn't. He relished in making other shake and tremble. He relished in seeing them in pain. He relished in causing distress and anguish. He loved a good fight and didn't care about hurting himself in the process. He loved the fast life, the fancy life, the women he'd fuck without thinking twice about them. That was who he was, fundamentally unstable and insane. Fundamentally sadistic and hedonist in one whole package.

Yet, he was capable of tenderness. He was tender with their mother. He listened to his older brother. He sorted his life out, learned to be good -and he was capable of mercy, of pity, of genuine kindness if he wanted to be- There was light in his darkness, faint but present and perhaps she was able to bring the best out of him. He couldn't quite understand how and why he was drawn to her -his red beacon, his Lionness, his Princess-. He couldn't quite understand why he didn't want to treat her like the others, using and abusing her mind, body, and soul until he was bored with her and moved on. That was confusing. Throughout a couple of days spent without her, the silver fox very often came back to thinking of her. Her red lips, this mischievous smile of hers, those bright and wide green eyes of the Lannister obsessed him. Her unmarred sunkissed skin would contrast with his porcelain one, haunted his dreams, the soft sound of her voice, the defiant fire in her eyes.  oh yes, that defiant fire in her eyes. He was interested. He had her under his skin already and she made him behave tenderly, caringly, which disturbed him.

He was the Dragon King's son. L'Enfant terrible of the Targaryen's family, a force of destruction and he knew that the weekend of debauchery he had planned -although tried to manage the best he could so she wouldn't be hurt- might absolutely take a wrong turn, setting their relationship on a path he wasn't used to Chaos. She deserved more than the usual shenanigans, but he wouldn't renounce his old habits, he wouldn't stop being cruel for her sake, he wouldn't stop being demanding, terrifying, superb, and hungry... Not even for her sake and perhaps that was what bothered him the most, the fact he wanted to be on his best behavior for her. The fact he thought his way of life had to be toned down. Nonsense! He was VISERYS fucking TARGARYEN... how could she even dare slip into his mind the way she did? How could she want him to « behave »  without even asking for it? Why would he bother? Because it was her? Because it was her...Kyra fucking Lannister. 

Got : my old friend. (Tyrion x Bäahal)

A/N: A little fast-forwarding. I haven't written Tyrion in a while. I already know that when they do arrive at King's landing, there would be a conversation to have between Tyrion and Bäahal. I love our babies. <3

Xxxxx

Bäahal had taken the habit to visit the dragons. She would spend most of her time with Drogon and Rhaegal, enjoying their company so she could avoid Daenerys' and give Jaime a little bit of space so he could figure out how to behave. He was never far away from her, for he assigned two guards to follow her very moves and protect her at all costs. It wasn't that he didn't trust King's Landing, but he promised to always look after Bäahal and he intended to keep his promise. Bäahal would go find them, would often bring a small stool so she could sit and watch them for a couple hours before she returned to her chambers. Tyrion found her there, dressed in a black dress with red highlights -the color of the house Targaryen after all-. She acknowledged him with a nod before her purple hues averted from him to Drogon.

« Lord Tyrion... I didn't expect you here. » She mused, her purple hues averting from the Hand of her sister to Rhaegar and Drogon playing together.

« How could I call myself the Hand if I wasn't able to find you? » He replied, smiling at the princess as he was now standing in front of her. She averted her gaze from the dragons to his face and tilted her head to the side. « You've been crying. » He noted.

« I confess. » -She whispered.-

She had been crying so hard that her eyes were now red. She might have regained some of the weight she lost, she was still frail, thinner than she used to be and the traumatism of her starvation and near-death was still written all over her face. Yet, it wasn't the reason for her tears, nor the reason he felt sorry for the princess. He knew her tears were caused by her forbidden love for his own brother and the fact Daenerys, the acting queen, rejected it.

« Do you need some tissue? » He offered, but she shook her head politely and gave him a faint smile. « I see...I also won't beat around the bush. I found you because I was worried about you. Ever since you talked to your sister, you have been avoiding us. You saw commander Targaryen once, but ever since, you've been hiding in the garden or here. »

« Are you saying I shouldn't find a little bit of peace? » Her silver brows furrowed as she spoke, her voice less broken than at the beginning of their conversation.

« No. I am not. I am saying that hiding isn't going to solve your issue with the queen. » He said, noticing a log he used as a seat. « I am saying that hiding isn't going to make you feel better. I am here to talk to you. »

« …... » She glanced at him, noticing he was now sitting next to her, and resumed looking at the carefree beasts that were play-fighting. Despite the end of her mourning for Viserion, she couldn't help but wish her beloved dragon was also here, playing with his brothers and taking her to impromptu rides across all of Westeros. « Let me warn you loud and clear, Lord Tyrion. I have heard so many warnings and angry words for me to accept one more of this. I understand that loving Jaime is a major issue with everyone under the sun. I understand that people hate my Golden Lion. I understand they hate your family. I understand the danger I put myself in by pursuing this relationship. I understand the pain he caused and I am not asking for Jon or Dany to love him like I do. I am just asking for someone to see things the way I do, at least understand that our bond is true, and my love is pure. I am not trying to hurt anybody... I'm just trying to be happy. » She lashed out, wiping again fresh tears that rolled on her cheeks. She couldn't help herself but cry her heart out.

The princess was under pressure. On one hand, she wanted to fight and convince the whole world of the good nature of her relationship with Jaime. She wanted to convince the world of his good side, of his ability to build rather than destroy but on the other hand, she was exhausted. From the important discomfort, she felt for being surrounded by people she didn't trust and the lingering trauma of the siege, the princess only found comfort when she was alone, with the two guards she trusted and the dragons she trusted as well. Tyrion understood how she felt. He had to think long and hard about the answer he was going to give her. When she first came to him for advice, the blonde Lannister realized he had been very clumsy with her. His logic, his concern were not properly channeled by his words. Instead, he appeared cruel, cold, and calculating which wasn't at all the impression he wanted to give the silver-haired princess. She needed comfort and he failed to give it to her, so he came to make amends.

« I apologize princess, for the way I treated you when you came to me. I only ever saw the issues you would encounter, rather than the truth of your relationship. I was blinded by fear of losing my brother for good and for you to be hurt even more. I came to apologize for being so cold when you were looking for warmth. » It took the princess back and she blinked several times. She was not expecting Tyrion to apologize, even less to acknowledge he should have been better with her. She straightened herself on the stool and knitted her brows.

« Apologies accepted. » She whispered, now tilting her head as she knitted her brows harder, out of curiosity. « You already gave me your piece of advice and I am waiting on my sister to summon me so we could talk about it again. All I can offer right now is to talk about your brother. » She wiped out another string of tears. « Did you two have the opportunity to talk since we arrived ? »

Tyrion chuckled, he had to. The conversation was supposed to be focused on the princess and how he could be comforting her and she still found a way to be concerned about him. He scratched the back of his neck, dumbfounded, really by her genuine concern for him and his feelings. He did speak with Jaime and the two of them reconciled over good wine. He did talk about how relieved he was to learn -from Kyra's letter- that he was alive and well. He was pleased to see him back on his feet, a changed man, a better man. They talked about the War, their loss, their family, and the fact Kyra was doing her best to rebrand their name. She was facing several issues, lords who wanted to maintain the old ways and reject the leadership of a woman. She was facing the aftermath of having Cersei and her children as rulers of the seven kingdoms and to have a brother still despised to this day thanks to a smear campaign and an oath he had to break to save millions. They talked about him being the Hand of the queen, a Lannister serving a Targaryen like Tywin did with Aerys II.

« We did, princess. We did. I have found he was a changed man. He told me what you did for him, at HighGarden. He told me you saved him when you went there.  I am grateful you did, Princess Bäahal. You brought my brother back. I do not know how to thank you for this. » He confessed, his green eyes now peering at the woman who was still sitting next to him. Bäahal wasn't expecting him to thank her for Jaime. She didn't think she saved him. What she did was talk to him and he did it himself. He saved himself. She tucked some silver hair behind her ear and sheepishly smiled.

« Jaime saved himself. I merely talked to him. It had become my mission, upon leaving King's Landing, to find Jaime. I was ready to find his remains and bury them properly. I was hoping he didn't die because I wouldn't have been able to accept his death. » She trailed off and wiped away some new tears. « I needed him to be alive, lord Tyrion so imagine my surprise when I heard rumors that led me to him? As I suspected, he was the shadow of the man he used to be but I couldn't blame him. He had lost everything at the time. He had lost the love of his life and wasn't even able to help her with her dying breath. » She sighed and closed her eyes. I realized at the time, that I was motivated by something else than the promise I made him. I was in love with him. This could explain the pain whenever I thought of him. This could explain my desire to see him, my desire to be with him. I realized it at HighGarden, so much so that when he asked me why I did all I did... I said it was because I was in love with him. It didn't go well, he rejected me at this moment. I had to leave. He broke my heart just like you predicted. » She said with a soft chuckle.

« I see....I guess it had to happen this way for both of you to realize how you both felt for the other. This was a decisive moment for my brother. That I can claim for he told me. Seeing you, hearing you, touching you was what he needed to get back up on his feet. Your love saved him, literally. » He insisted on the last part, marveling at the idea that love truly did conquer all. He had never seen Jaime love anyone else but Cersei, and to be able to see him so genuinely in love with someone else made Tyrion smile, at least now, once he processed his concerns.

« My love did? How nice of him to say so. His love saved me too.. quite literally. He was the one who heard rumors of the siege. He was the one who convinced Lady Kyra to send troops, he was the one who sunk his sword into the hearts of my enemies and the one who found me. He never left my side, not even after the few days spent in a coma... not even after I woke up and was confused and afraid. He remained by my side, Lord Tyrion when I was at my worst and his love saved me too. » A soft smile graced her features, now that she was thinking of something more pleasant. Her beloved. « People don't know Jaime like you and I do. They do not understand him. Yes, he did horrible things and I don't pretend they didn't exist. He did push a child off of a tower to protect Cersei. He let the North being completely ruined by the Boltons and before that, by Theon Greyjoy. Yes... he did terrible things but Knight Brienne was able to see past the smoke, to see him for who he really was and so did I. Jaime is loyal, he is loving, he is protecting those who need protecting. He sacrificed everything to save people from my father's madness and the only thing those bastards want to remember is that he broke his oath... as if an Oath meant more than a million lives... » She puffed some air into her cheeks and yanked her head back. « Jaime is loving and caring... passionate even. He protected me...he protects me still...I cannot and would not love someone else, Lord Tyrion. It's above my abilities. »

« I know, princess... I know. » Tyrion pondered her words, feeling warm inside. It was quite endearing to see such pure love, especially coming from the princess. She was so genuine, so sweet that he couldn't help but wish she was protected and didn't have to endure the hardships she had to go through. It became very obvious since he talked to Jaime that the pair of them genuinely loved each other and would be devastated not to love the other. It was plain to see for anyone who paid attention. He sighed deeply, wishing that his brother could keep such a positive and loving relationship. He had imagined if the two of them married, maybe even had children together. He had imagined if the two of them managed to have a happy life together, made of adventures, love, and fresh air. He really wished them the best, even more now that he had sat down with Bäahal and talked to her. « I gave Jaime my blessings, I wanted to do the same with you. I am well aware of your love for each other and well aware of how important you are to each other. I can see with my own eyes, how true you are and I will do my best to talk to the queen and let her see that you are both happy together. »

« Please do. We are not hurting anyone. I told her I would obey her every command. If she doesn't want me to be with Jaime, I will accept it but it will destroy me. She has my future in her hands and Jaime's. I don't even need the whole world to know we're together, as long as I know my sister supports me. » -She took a deep breath and wiped again some tears.- « I just want to be happy, Lord Tyrion. Is it too much to ask? »

She ended up sobbing again. Unable to keep her tears to herself. All that Tyrion could do was jump the shark and come give her a hug. The poor girl needed more than words at this moment and Tyrion found out that physical contact was actually very beneficial.. the only solution that brought actual comfort. So he did it. He hugged her and the two remained in their tight embrace until Bähaal calmed down.

-TBC-

Doya : A much needed break -

Doya : A much needed break -

A/N: I love our babies. I just wanted them to have a little break after all that had happened. they need to heal a little bit :) 

Xxx

Oya yawned and leaned into her chair. She rubbed her neck and pushed her laptop to the side After spending months working on the hardest cases, Oya decided it was time for them to take a break. She brought her feet up in the chair and wrapped her arms around her legs. Truth be told, so much happened in such little time. First, it was her encounter with Pluto that almost left her for dead. If she had not been saved by Castiel, she would have died on the spot. The deity was extremely powerful, far more than any usual pagan god and she was wondering why. She knew they needed to be worshipped and realized that today, there was a paganism rise. More people turned to old folks' beliefs and a lot were worshipping pagan gods once again. It was the only explanation the ebony hunter had, as to why Pluto was alive and stronger than he should have been.

Tapping her fingers against her knee to soothe herself, Oya could still remember the fear she felt after her encounter with the god. She was about to die, and the thought of losing Dean and leaving him behind truly terrified her. She couldn't imagine him navigate in a world where she wasn't and knew he would rush into danger headfirst. It almost happened when they ran into the god during one of their cases. Dean nearly went to confront him, they even argued, he broke things in the motel room.. she hated those moments but was still there when he needed her. Oya wouldn't have let Dean on his own, especially not when he was upset like that.

Watching Dean break the motel room unphased Oya. It wasn't the first time, nor the last that he would express his anger and anguish through violence against objects. He would never hurt her, and would never put he in non-work related danger, so she never felt like she should leave him alone or fear him. Watching Dean break the motel room, however, helped her make sure he wasn't alone, even in those moments. She would quickly come to him and comfort him. She would quickly find a way to make him feel better without having to say a single word (or really, just very few of them.).The Winchester had a really hard time processing that he let the creature that nearly killed his girlfriend, goes scot-free. He didn't stop Pluto, he didn't even talk to him. He had been in the same location as him and Oya didn't tell him she saw her attacker. That was driving him crazy, even after they came back from Joshua's hospital.

Joshua.. that was another hard blow for the ebony hunter. She nearly lost her « brother » to a Daeva. Dean had been a great support to her, helping her through the horror of it all when all she wanted to do was scream and rush into killing whatever hurt the hunter. Oya would have been reckless if it wasn't for Dean. She would have been killed if it wasn't for him. She wouldn't have been able to visit him at the hospital if it wasn't for Dean. This traumatic event brought them closer to each other again, and Oya was reminded -not that she had forgotten-, just how much Dean meant to her. He was with her through thick and thin, through the hardest hunts to the most traumatic events. He had been caring, bringing her comfort while they were working together to find out what the hell attacked the man. He had been sweet to her at night when they were exhausted and bruised and slept together in their motel room's bed. He had been listening to her talk and ramble about angels, death, and how unfair life was at this point. He listened, he cuddled, he kept her close to his heart.

So enough of this, enough of pain today. They were home, they took a shower together, ate some food he cooked, and this afternoon, Oya decided she didn't want to read new cases or try and find something to do. She shook her head and glanced over her shoulder to Dean who was sleeping on the couch. He had been driving a lot lately and their last case did take a lot from them physically too. Dean had been very quiet, and she knew he probably pushed aside his sleeping need and maybe a few bruises she noticed in the shower earlier on. He was relaxed, holding a magazine in his hand with the tv turned on and some telenovela playing. A smile crept on her lips and she unfolded her arms and quietly walked towards him. She grabbed a blanket that was on the table and slowly sat on the couch. She wanted to be careful and not wake him up, but the Winchester felt the shift on the couch. He woke up but kept his eyes shut, knowing Oya would still try and not wake him up. She leaned against his frame, finally sleeping next to him on the couch.

« I could never sleep in anyone's bed, you know? Not even a couch... » She whispered to him, while she stroked his cheek with her warm right hand's palm. « After all those years and all I want right now is still to cuddle you. »

« I don't think anyone but me would let you in their bed. They would grow tired of you kicking them out. » He mused, making her roll her eyes as she realized he wasn't sleeping.

« How long have you been awake? » She asked, rolling on her side, so he could wrap his arms around her frame and pull her closer to his hard chest.

« As soon as you decided to jump on the couch. »

He let on, a chuckle escaped his lips and he stroked her belly. She was so warm against him. He enjoyed the sensation of her locks tickling his face and the warm and toned curves of the short ebony hunter. She was so small, and yet so strong against him. The fact he couldn't see her face didn't bother him. Instead, that made the blonde hunter press himself a little harder against her frame. He wanted to keep her close to him, to let her feel he was happy she was here and he was relaxed. He enjoyed the moment and he had lost enough people in his life to learning how to enjoy each moment of peace.

They were doing good, no major injuries for any of them, no loss. He still had to deal with his strong desire to find Pluto and kill this son of a bitch, but the only thought he had was to enjoy the moments he had with Oya. He wanted to make sure she knew he valued the time spent with her and he couldn't do without her hands in his hair, the ugly apron, the jokes, and laughter. He couldn't do it without her anymore. He didn't want her to just get up and leave him because she wouldn't feel at home anymore. She had been through a lot lately, and while she put on a smile and a strong façade, the seasoned hunter could tell she was still shaken by the recent events. He wanted her to feel good and cocooning together seemed like a very good idea, at least for the time being.

« Bummer! I wanted to sleep with you, hoping you would not wake up from me shifting on the couch. » She moaned out, «Well, if you don't have an issue with me sleeping next to you, Dickhead, that'll swell. » He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

« I don't see any issue, Bitch. » He whispered before he quietly placed a kiss on her shoulder. « I would have invited you to join if I was awake. » He teased her with, making her roll her eyes again and puff out her cheeks because she didn't have a comeback. He was right.

« Alright..... Let's just stay like this for a while then... I don't need anything else, right now. »

He didn't say anything, for there was no need for it. They didn't need anything else but each other together, sleeping on the couch, enjoying each other. There was no need for anything else but this moment. The rest be damned.

-TBC-

Pride and Elpis: Breakfast

Pride and Elpis: Breakfast

A/N : I just needed a wonderful moment between those two.

Elpis leaned against the balcony of their luxurious apartment. The view was to die for. From her balcony, she could see the beach, the mountains standing proud miles away, and the forest that was nearby. She could see oblivious humans enjoying their vacations in this expensive place, she could also see the less fortunate enjoy a bit of rest at the beach. They all hoped for something, whether this was a better life, or just for some more time alive, and this Hope fueled the goddess' power, It was indeed true, the pink-haired goddess was becoming more powerful as time went by, She suspected that it probably had to do with her curse. When Ishtar stabbed her with the Dagger of Fate, he gave her the opportunity to upgrade. Somehow, her connection to humans became stronger over time, since she had to hop from body to body after living complete or interrupted lives. She understood humans, and her empathy was so strong that she basically « became » human. She understood their concept of love, of death, of a successful life, or a life of torment.

Perhaps it was true, or maybe it simply was the fact she was no longer under the influence of her pantheon and could finally explore her true abilities. It probably was a bit of both but she fancied the first explanation more. 2000 years stuck in human hosts definitely had some usefulness and that was enough for Elpis. Her long pink strands fell on her chest as she bent a little forward to look down at the gorgeous Olympic pool below. Her perfect plump lips, painted a scarlet tint for the occasion smiled at the sight of children having fun together. She took a deep breath and marveled at the simplicity of mankind, capable of sharing unadulterated moments of joy. They had not fundamentally changed over the millennia. Their technology did improve, their basic understanding of the universe and concepts also improved, but all in all, humans were still the very same. She used to love them like a child loved their pets. She would come into the mortal plane and would mingle with humans, enjoying their respect and fear of her but it was a long time ago when Elpis was still naive and very much controlled by her whole pantheon. Mankind deserved more than to be seen as just pets or experiments. They deserved true empathy and understanding, true commitment. That was her motivation behind saving Earth from Pride's wrath. She didn't want the Sin to kill them all, for she wanted to protect them. That was her first motivation, the second was far more practical as she needed their worship to truly establish her power and reach new levels -and it was clearly working -

She heard the noise of the front door being opened. Pride woke up very early that morning, determined to surprise the goddess with a french breakfast. He could have ordered it and let some human servants bring it to their room, but he didn't want to be interrupted by them. He wanted to show Elpis he could also give her some attention, and the smallest ones were always the most welcome -as he observed with Asma-. He brought breakfast to her, wearing an impeccable black suit with a necktie. She was still wearing the hotel's white bathrobe that complimented her ebony skin-tone so well. Elpis tilted her head and then turned around so she could watch him come closer to her. Here he was, in all his glory with a silver plate on his hand. She curbed a brow and took a better look at the tray, noticing some human delicacies such as a croissant and pain au chocolat, alongside a mug of hot cocoa, some orange juice, and a few slices of ham. Pride put the tray on the table that was at the balcony and quietly closed the gap between him and the goddess. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace.

« To what do I owe the breakfast, beloved? »

« I just wanted to surprise you this morning, my Light. You have been working hard lately. You have always managed to surprise me during our trip around the world, so it was my turn to surprise you a little bit. »

« Such a kind gesture. Who are you and what have you done with my Superbia? » She joked and pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss. Her hand slowly moved up, sinking into the luxurious blonde mane of the Sin while he sunk his fingers into the supple flesh of her waist. They kissed for a while before Elpis reluctantly pulled away from him, catching her breath in the same gesture. « I appreciate it, beloved. This kickstarts the day in the best way possible. »

« I have seen you were busy staring past the balcony. » He mused, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he released her. She nonchalantly walked towards the table and took a seat. « I have been here for millennia and yet, all I can still see and feel is human stench. To me they are filthy. » He pointed out.

« And yet, you met one of them who wasn't filthy. Asma broke down all the stereotypes you had about mankind didn't she ? » -He sighed, reluctant to admit that Elpis was right.-

Asma did show him that there was more to humanity than he first assumed. Yet, an exception only confirmed the rule was right and she didn't truly change his mind regarding humans. He despised them, wanted them destroyed for good but because he cared for Elpis -and also because they were her primary source of power- he agreed not to destroy Earth. Her golden orbs stared at him and she smiled, flashing her white teeth at him.

« …. »

« Come on, Superbia, for once you can admit I'm actually right. » She teased him with while taking a croissant and cutting a smile bite-size with her fingers. « I know you think and firmly believe that humans are trash.. but some of them deserve our mercy. Some of them are like Asma, and some of them are capable of things you and I aren't capable of. Their lives are short, they know they are on borrowed time and some of them accomplish miracles. »

« And some of them are awful and deserve punishment. The very souls who go to Hades are of that nature. » He reminded her, to which she shrugged and took a bite of her food.

« I will keep showing you the good humanity is capable of. Today is not that day. I just wanted to enjoy the time we have together. »

He walked closer to her, standing only a few inches away from her perfect frame, and let his hand ran over her silky pink locks. She closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side and giving him access to her neck as he let his fingers mind-absently rub her sensitive skin. She was in tune with him, for he also wanted to make up for the time they had not spent together. 2000 years meant nothing to both of them, it was just a blink of an eye and yet, he realized as they spent time together, that those 2000 years could have been filled with the very same feeling he had now. He would have had her by his side, he would have had her supporting him, maybe fighting with him his war. He would have had enjoyed her attention, dedication, loyalty, and love. He couldn't take back those 2000 and all they both had lost, but he could make up for it. He could give them new memories, share moments with her that wouldn't be forgotten.

«Are you satisfied with the time we are spending together since we left the Underworld ? » -He shouldn't have felt a little bit pressured, yet, Pride wanted to hear from her very own mouth that she didn't regret. As a matter of fact, while what /he/ thought was the most important to him, her opinion was valued as well. Hence the little pressure he felt upon hearing her response.-

« I am. I couldn't have dreamed of a better way to replenish my power. I have been dreaming for so long that it exceeds my very dreams. I get to be with you, travel the mortal realm I love so much, and enjoy a freedom I never had until then. I wish we didn't have to go to war against my pantheon so we could truly be enjoying our time together.... but I am excited to test my strength, plan with you and relish in the fantasy of our revenge. I am good at it too. » She claimed, her golden orbs shone brightly as excitement took over and she stroked Pride's arm. « Are you satisfied with me? » Her voice trembled and he furrowed his brows.

« Do I bother answering you, my Light? Don't you already know the answer to your question? »

« I thought it was fair and square to ask you the same. I also want to hear it from your own mouth. » She pointed out. « I know you're being true to me, I simply need to listen to you say it to me. » She confessed before she tucked some locks behind her ear. « Please, Meus Rex. » He considered for a while, his hand still stroking the delicate skin of her neck before, he finally caved.

« I do not regret a single day, my Light. I am glad we get to spend some time together. You no longer are a mystery to me or just a face to a name that came to my mind ever since you scratched the seal. I know you and if it only was for this, releasing you was worth the effort. » He managed to say. He was genuinely happy to know her and had already noticed she was far from the memories of her he had. She had matured, grown from the ordeal her pantheon placed her in, and being able to witness it was glorious for the Sin.

« I am glad you think so... » She trailed off and moved her hand to present the chair before her. « Would you please join me for breakfast, my king? » He nodded and sat. « I would like to keep enjoying the day in your company. »

« And we shall just do that today. »

-TBC-