GoT : A stupid man

GoT : A stupid man

A/N : Still a little flash-forward, I have been thinking of them, long and hard. It had to be written.

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Jaime watched from afar, as Bäahal spoke with Daenerys. He was going to the war counsel just so he could have a conversation with Jon Snow, also known as Jon Targaryen now that his true lineage had been revealed. Jon requested a meeting with him so they could talk about Jaime and Bäahal's investigation. She had been a victim of a siege, an assassination attempt that nearly cost her life if the Golden Lion had not arrived on time. Bäahal's testimony helped narrow down the list of potential enemies but they still had to investigate the suspects before they officially accused them of treason. Daenerys didn't agree with the idea of letting her sister go and put her through more danger, but Bäahal was determined to leave. She argued that staying there and pretend she was still dead would not solve the issue and they would not know who gave the order. She had to be put out there, to face the ones who wanted her dead and force them to betray themselves. Jon understood, but he needed to know more about the operation so he could present it better to Daenerys.

Jon had always been pragmatic. He always looked at the bigger picture with a colder head than Daenerys. He talked with Bäahal and realized that her feelings were true. He already knew the stubborn nature of the silver princess and knew she would never give up on loving Jaime, no matter how badly her older sister wanted her to forget him. He understood the resentment the Queen still had towards the Lannisters, yet he was certain that Daenerys could see the bigger picture there and make her decision wisely. A lot was at stake here, Bäahal's happiness, but also the future of the kingdom. Jaime was hated in the seven kingdoms. People wanted him dead and wished that Kyra Lannister would fail her mission to rehabilitate the family's name. Many would try to attempt at this life and this put Bäahal through more danger. So what was left to do then? Should Dany refuse their union, she knew she was condemning her sister to a very unhappy life. Bäahal made sure to let them know that she couldn't love anyone but Jaime and refusing their love was forcing her to give up on Love. Dany didn't want her to return to being the silent servant she was when they first met.

Bäahal was devoting herself to her sister's happiness, to the point of ignoring her own needs and desires. The queen hated it, she hated to see Bäahal push back her own selfish desires in order to please her. Certainly, there were wars to wage and win, a throne to reclaim but after that? The Bäahal she knew told her that she would focus on making her sister happy and that would be enough for her. Which was a fabric of lies. Nobody could be happy if they didn't pursue their own happiness. Nobody could be happy by sacrificing their own lives and happiness for the sake of others. It didn't work that way and Bäahal would have been hurt. Dany couldn't allow it, but she also didn't want to give in and allow such a union. So what to do? She didn't know and for the first couple of days, she decided that avoiding a second conversation like the first terrible one they had, would be the answer.

It hurt Bäahal, and Jaime could see it on her face. He was far away but could read the body language of the princess and the queen. Both of them were walking on eggs, making sure to avoid the main topic of Bâahal's visit. He could see the sadness in the face of his beloved. He could see she was trying to hold back her tears but weakened when Dany walked past her. The tension that kept them stiff as wood finally was released and he watched his beloved cry. Bäahal held onto the heavy fabric of the gold and black dress she was wearing that day, her face tore apart by the sadness that poured from her heart. It wrecked his heart, knowing full well that it was his fault if she was crying now. How was it, that every time he was involved, he made the princess cry? Why was it, that every time he tried to do the right thing, he ended up hurting her more? He had warned Bäahal, that if she chose him, the path would be incredibly painful and difficult, yet she convinced him otherwise. She was so sweet and cute with her determination and hope that he gave into her words, yet here she was, crying her soul out.

Jaime wanted to rush to her sides, comfort her with his arms and a tender hug. He wanted to let her cry next to him, hidden by his body, protected from the whole world. He wanted to see her but his feet took him to the war room where commander Targaryen was expecting him. How he hated to take this turn and leave the princess behind. How he hated to be away from her. He sometimes wished he wasn't the man she fell in love with, how could she love a stupid man like his who always ended up hurting her whether he wanted it or not? How could she find all those qualities in him and still see him in such a positive light when he was nothing but an old knight who was best on the battlefield. So he walked by her, had to force himself off of her path so he could meet up with Jon Targaryen but he made a mental note to come to visit her at night. He knew she had enough of being isolated in her room with no one but herself to talk to, so that night, he decided he would go and talk to her, perhaps invite her for a walk to the kitchen or to see the dragons, but he would talk to her that night and would comfort her.

-TBC-

Modern JB: « Our time »

 Modern JB: « Our time »

A/N: Our babies <3 <3 how I love them. 

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The Targaryen's Palace, Bäahal's Gym, 10 AM

Bäahal stared at her reflection in the mirror of her training room. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat and her chest was heaving up and down at a fast pace. Her towel was wrapped around her shoulders and she held onto the sink. She had been training for hours, her dancing routine was still frustrating because she wasn't able to complete it. She fell more than enough for the day and the bruise on her knees and calves was enough proof of her dedication. She splashed her face with fresh water and shrugged at the sight before her. How long had it been since she last saw Jaime? Days? Weeks? More like Weeks. How long was it since she last hugged him?

 It felt like an eternity and she might have been focused on her dancing routine, her mind was filled with thoughts geared towards Jaime Lannister. She remembered his smile, this devastating smile that made her weak in the knee. She remembered his blonde locks, crowning a gorgeous face marked with experience and time. She remembered his touch and that made her blush hard. The reflection didn't lie, she could see her cheeks turn a darker shade and could see her bit her bottom lip in reaction to her memory. She was missing his touch, his hand that would run over the delicate skin of her neck and squeezes gently while his lips would plant kisses on her shoulder. She was missing his stronghold that would pull her against his chest. She was missing his hand getting lost into her silver mane and the hugs he would give her too.  She let her fingers run over her lips, stroking her plump soft peaches as she remembered how his kisses made her feel. 

They needed their time again. «This is our time,» he said, months ago at the club. « I want more of this, more of our time, » He added  How could she forget when he said this? How could she forget how he felt under her, and how her arms around his waist was comforting her? Bäahal was upset because Christmas kept her busy, away from the person she really wanted to spend the holiday with.  Now that unboxing day was also gone and the family with it, she was free and could spend time with him. What was she waiting for? She glanced at her sports bag and bit her bottom lip for a minute, wondering if she could text him and just let Podrick drive her to his secret lair. What was stopping her? Really? Oh. She didn't have the keys, so of course, she'd need to have his approval first. Bäahal went to her bag and grabbed her phone and sent him a text. [To Golden Lion: Hey Jaime, I was thinking about you and I think that I really want to see you today. Let me know if you're available, please. PS: I'll wear my best Mrs. Santa outfit.] and she hit send. 

Doya : Their Warmth

Doya : Their Warmth

A/N : Just because  <3

Oya sighed as she was now staring at her reflection in the mirror. The deep scars left by the Asambosam claws were a constant reminder of her foolishness. The pain had her act reckless on that day and now that years went by and Oya could take a different look at it, she realized she was just going on a kamikaze mission, seeking death at the end of it just so she wouldn't have to deal with her miserable life any longer. Dean was there on that day and saved her life and now, three years later, she was grateful that he did. Oya still had issues with those scars, she couldn't look at them like she did the rest of her body and managed to always cover them with long sleeves or jackets.

Yet this morning, as she was looking at her reflection, Oya had to acknowledge that those scars were nothing compared to what followed. Dean and Oya had been through Hell together and had to face either on their side or together, threats and situations that made her stunt with the Asambosam pales in comparison. She had been fighting on her own a full-blown and synched werewolf pack and would have died if Dean and Sam didn't come to her rescue. Dean had to kill her « doppelganger » because a monster stole her appearance and memories. It also was the first time monster! She actually expressed the feelings Oya was keeping locked inside her heart. Then, Crowley came back into the Winchester lives, searching for God's artifacts scattered on Earth. She rarely met with the King of Hell, out of pure fear of him, but she did help Dean and Sam in some of their missions together.

Oya couldn't count how many times she saved the brothers, or almost lost them to possession. She couldn't count how many nights she spent awake, reading books because she needed to find a radical solution that would ensure the survival of her beloved family. She remembered when Castiel was the one causing trouble, ghosting the family, looking for other angels and archangels without telling them, and nearly sacrificing his life if it wasn't for the rest of the family to figure things out and stop him. They have been through a lot and these days weren't as different as what they had already known. A god almost killed Oya. Dean heard her gargling sounds and begged Heaven for Castiel to go to her rescue, which he did and he saved her in extremis.

All of the members of TEAM FREE WILL should have been used to death by now, all of them should have been ready to welcome it by now.. yet, none of them were doing okay. This last experience wasn't a miscalculation from Oya or some recklessness. No. The god was in disguise and surprised her. He was far more powerful than all the old gods they fought in the past. He was a new brand of old gods, powerful enough to literally rip her in shreds with just a single attack. That hurt. Her pride was hurt, but the desire to survive and live long enough so she could enjoy a full good life with Dean. Oya realized she wasn't as willing to die as she initially was. Because of Dean.

Dean wasn't a weakness however, she viewed him as her strength. He helped her move forward, become stronger, better equipped. He helped her enjoy life a little more and she realized she didn't want it to stop. She didn't want them to stop. She needed him. Her hazel eyes averted from left to right and she put both hands on her face. She was desperately in love with the Winchester and this euphoric feeling that was filling her heart anchored her a little stronger to live. She wanted to live and she wanted to live with him. Her eyes slowly filled themselves with unshed tears and she groaned. Dean, who had been awake at the same time as she was, left the bed and closed in the distance between the two of them. His strong calloused hands stroked her shoulders and he pulled her into a tight hug. His chin was on top of her coily hair and his arms now wrapped around her torso and waist.

« Don't let me go... » She whispered while holding onto his arms as well. « Please don't let me go. »

« I won't. » He said in a promising tone. « I won't let you go. » He repeated while he pressed his lips to her forehead.

That was enough to calm her down, enough for the moment to reassure the hunter that her partner would not quit on her. He wouldn't decide on a random morning that he didn't want to spend his life with her or she didn't matter to him. With all they've been through, Oya sincerely hoped he wouldn't leave her, just like Dean wished she wouldn't wake up one day and decide she was through with him. They were like this, unbeknownst to them, they both feared to be left behind by the other. They both feared to be hurt again by love yet they chose to be together and enjoy what they had. Oya sighed and opened her eyes, now looking at both reflections in the mirror. She saw him smirk at her and soon enough, the ebony hunter lifted her head to look at him and smirked back. No, there was no reason he would leave, not when he felt so warm against her. Not when he was so open with her, not when they were happy together. Pressed a kiss to his chest and leaned her body against his a little more. They were happy together, why would they ruin it now?

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: THE CHESS GAME PART III (recap)

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: THE CHESS GAME PART III (recap)

A/N : I wrote the last recap in 2019, now it's time to explain what happened since then.

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What was going on? Ayasha realized she had lost control over Ishtar since Leviathan's death. Of course, the late god of the oceans planted the seed of rebellion in the mind of her brother, making it more and more difficult for her to manipulate him. Ishtar was what he was, difficult, violent, impulsive but he wasn't stupid. Once the light was shone upon the situation he was in, the truth started to prevail. He became distant with Ayasha, more commanding with her. He left her no window to manœuvre and manipulate him, which became frustrating.

Her loss of control induced a level of fear and anxiety unknown to the goddess. No matter what, she couldn't shake her fear off of her mind. Elpis was alive and well, and she still couldn't locate her. She still couldn't find her due to the sin's ancient spell, which only fueled Ishtar's anger and Ayasha's fear. They could strike at any moment now. Of course, the New All-Father rang the bells of war and was now preparing the remaining gods for the upcoming battle against Superbia and Elpis. Ayasha was still searching for a weapon or an artifact capable of unmaking Pride and had requested her brother to forge her a god-killing weapon so she could be even with Elpis.

Ishtar, while determined to destroy his sister and the sin once and for all, was having second thoughts. As usual, he was tormented by his guilt and the twisted love he felt for his sister. He had tried to seek his mother's support but she rejected him, still resentful for the death of the All-Father Khaos. The god of war knew that his hesitation to kill Elpis might come back during the last battle and was now trying to overcome his feelings for her. After all, she did betray the primeval gods by giving herself to a Sin. She betrayed her family, she betrayed him. He should have killed her 2000 years ago but he swore to fix his mistake, no matter how torn his heart would be afterward.

Ayasha, however, wasn't truly convinced that her brother would succeed in killing Elpis. She decided to foment a plan B, just in case the first battle wouldn't work. Still being blinded by the Sin, she wasn't able to see the truth of his relationship with Elpis but could speculate that they were getting along right now. However, should a third element be introduced to the pair, the probability of chaos was higher than usual because Elpis was known to be very jealous? Asma became obvious to the primeval goddess. Asma was the last host, the only host to have met Pride, and to have elicited emotions from him. She didn't die and was still very much roaming the Earth, so that meant Pride had a soft spot for the human.

The goddess of knowledge befriended the human in the following months. She decided to play it slow, make sure that Asma was visible enough for them to hear the news of her life in danger. She wanted to kill the doppelganger, or eventually put her in such a dire situation that the Sin would come to her rescue. Elpis would not accept to share her sin with someone else, regardless of what they did to help her and they would argue and destroy each other, or perhaps the sin would kill Elpis and Ayasha, who would have been ready to unmake him, would simply have to unmake Pride. The victory was ensured...Still.. this plan was flawed and there were far too many dead angles that Ayasha decided it would be safer to see their mother.

So Gaea was visited once again by the blonde goddess of knowledge. They clashed, as much verbally as their powers started to leak and influence the mortal realm. Yet, for the first time in eons, Ayasha finally pierced through the thick armor of her mother. As she exposed Gaea's true nature, the All-mother dismissed her, unable to accept that she wasn't as pure as she wanted to present herself. Gaea was scared of Elpis, she always had been. From her birth to this day, the All-mother knew her daughter had a terrifying power within her. She was, after all, the product of true love between Chaos and Gaea. A child who was  capable of both creation and destruction on a universal level. The other siblings were tasked with a singular mission. They were to contain her in a bubble, they were to manipulate her into submission and ensure she wouldn't tap into her true power. Of course, most didn't realize it was the mission but Ayasha figured it out rather quickly.

Gaea was scared because she kept having visions of her daughter taking her crown, unlocking her true potential, and punishing her for allowing Ishtar to stab her. Since the All-mother was plagued with nightmares, she was now considering cutting the « neutral act » and actively working against her daughter. Yet again, it wasn't certain. All that was, was that Elpis was now stronger by the minute, recovering from the energy depletion caused by the curse and discovering her new powers with Superbia. They were enjoying each other's presence while walking the Earth but Elpis was becoming more and more impatient with her revenge and more and more ambitious as well. Why stop at Earth when they could rule the universe? She requested Pride with forging her a god-killing weapon so she could be a worthy ally and partner when they launch the assault on the Primeval gods' pantheon.

-TBC-

MOET: Morning glory

 

We always have the same ritual, we wake up early in the morning just so we could stay a little longer in bed together. I turn to you and I look at your face, barely lit up by the early sun rays. You always smile when I first lay my eyes on you. Always, you have that warm wide smile on your lips that makes me melt. Always you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer to your strong frame, just so I could give you a hug. I close my eyes, relishing in your scent while my hands stroke your skin and gently move up so I can lose my fingers into your dark hair and scratch your scalp. You bury your head at the crook of my neck and we stay still for a while, without a word.

I can feel your chest heave up and down, at a steady pace and I can feel my own heart start to race in my ribcage. You're here. You're with me and I marvel at the thought that all of this is real. I marvel at the thought that I am lucky enough to wake up to you every morning. I open my eyes and start to plant kisses on your shoulders, eliciting a shudder from your body. I make you groan slightly, as I slid my leg in between yours and press my knee to your erection. Oh Yes! I attack early in the morning. Yes! I celebrate you early in the morning, but you've never complained to this day.

I enjoy the salty taste of your skin as I gently bite the skin of your neck in between my kisses. I bruise your skin lightly before I soothe it with my tongue and lips and that makes you moan. Your hands try to stay focused and run down my sides to hold my waist. I'm still jerking my knee, pressing it harder against your bulge while my lips are still sucking on your neck more urgently. I want more, more because I can feel you being hard against my knee, as you always are when you wake up. I want more because I woke up with burning arousal that is sending waves after waves of pleasure through my body.

You understand I am in the mood given how demanding my kisses and touch became. Your hands shift my body and I end up being on top of you. I toss my head to the side, my breath is slightly labored as my throat is choked-up with arousal. I can feel it in my loins, how wet my velvety folds are in anticipation of you. I can feel it in my chest, which became heavier the more we kissed. I want you. I chuckle because you're making a face, and I ran my hands over your large chest, stroking the sensitive skin as I adjust my position on top of you. I moan, for the friction between our legs is sending shivers down my spine, and it encourages me to rock my hips on top of you.

You let your hand run on the soft skin of my thigh, to the soft and ticklish skin of my waist. Your eyes are hooded with lust already and you tug at my shirt so I could remove it. Which I do, setting my heavy breasts free from their fabric prison. I bit my bottom lip as your large hands start to massage me and I rock my hips harder against your boxer clad length. I don't even care about time, for all my eyes are only set on you. You feel so good against me, so warm and aroused that the only thing I want is to feel you inside of me. You want to make sure I'm alright, so your left hand run down to my soaked-up panties. You lift a brow, tease me again with a clever quip and gently push them aside. I know what you want, I can feel it in the way your hips are pressing into me. I can feel it in the way you are staring at my face and holding onto my waist a little harder. I rock my hips harder, dampening your boxer with my essence, feeling my own body react to yours. Ohhh... I can't wait any longer.

So I push myself a little forward, enough so I can help you out of your boxer, exposing your flesh to the fresh temperature of our room. I take a hold of you and let my hand run over your flesh, teasing you just a little bit and feeling you being wet already for me. Perfect! We both are more than willing right now. I guide you slowly into my tender folds and in one swift motion, you're inside of me. We both groan and I slowly sit on your lap while never breaking eye contact. I love those mornings when there is just you and me. I love when we take the time to explore one another and when there is nothing but the cries of passion filling the silence of our warm room. I love those mornings when you and I are glorious. When you and I are in love. When you and I are one.

modern! GoT: Jaime x Bäahal: A Hallmark Christmas movie.

modern! GoT: Jaime x Bäahal: A Hallmark Christmas movie.

 A/N: I had to write about them, a little bit <3

 

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 “They are family. You. Must. Attend.”

 

Daenerys’ voice still echoed in her mind. Her tone was cold and uninviting. Bäahal knew that she would not be able to skip family gatherings because it was “tradition”. Ever since her siblings were born, they all had to attend -and host- the Targaryen’s family. There was no love in this old noble family, only duty, responsibility, and comparison to each other. Since Aerys died, the family made sure they would always visit his children just so they could badmouth them. Bäahal hated those meetings, mostly because her family never accepted her. They would talk to her, always with a condescending tone and the attitude that said, “you’re not one of us”.

 

She was, whether they wanted it or not. She had the same eyes color as her father, the same hair, the same spunk. She was her father’s daughter and she wished they would see it. They did, but since she was a disgrace, they refused to acknowledge her as part of the family. She was a stranger and would remain so, no matter what she did. Daenerys was aware of how much it hurt her sister but was satisfied with how things were. Why would she be accepted when she was nothing more but the living proof of her father’s infidelity? Why should she complain when the family did accept her at their table? She was eating next to her siblings and had to present herself on her best behavior so they wouldn’t badmouth their father.

 

Bäahal hated it. From the small remarks on her “beautiful exotic skin” to the rude questions about her mother, it never was a pleasant moment. She hated unboxing day as well because they were never a present under the Christmas tree for her. So, she longed for the day they would let her go and give her the opportunity not to spend the day with them. She remembered one of the conversations she had with Jaime Lannister about his Christmas. It was not better; Tywin would throw a party to show off to the rest of the family. He would show how successful he was, and his children would have to parade in his little party to support his claim. Jaime couldn’t escape those family gathering but he would have the rest of the night and unboxing day all for himself

 

She put her phone on the table and scrolled down her screen. She stopped by the last conversation she had with Jaime. It ended with an “I’ll be thinking of you too..” from Jaime. Bähaal smiled at her screen and felt her heart quickly fill itself with shameless joy. Jaime and she had only met a few months ago, at his club. They had danced together, they fucked each other, and kept seeing one another. She grew attached to him, and to the time they spent together. It was easy with Jaime, natural, quiet, lovely. She felt seen.

 

Her mind drifted away as she started to think of him. During one of their conversations, the silver-haired heiress had a present delivered to Jaime’s secret lair. It was a pair of bubbleheads, one of him and one of her holding hands. She wrote a note, telling him that no matter how things ended, she wanted him to remember how good they felt together and that all she wanted for Christmas was to spend Unboxing day with him. She texted him [To Golden Lion: I had a present taken to our secret lair. Merry Christmas, my Golden Lion. PS: I really wish I could spend Unboxing day with you. But aren’t we both busy on that day?] She sighed and sent it before her violet eyes looked back at the cold scene before her.

 

As she expected, her family didn’t care for her, they talked to each other and simply avoided her -unless it was to ask her to give salt, pepper and any other shit- Bäahal wanted out, she desperately needed to have Jaime come over and steal her from her family. He would have taken her away for the day, scoop her like a princess and stick her to 

Daenerys and the rest of her family.  She wanted the ending of those hallmark Christmas movies, where the girl ended up with the hot hunk of her new small town.  She wanted a happy ending, and Jaime looked more and more like it. At least the comfort, warmth, and fun she had with him felt like those movies.

 

“And what about you, Bäahal? What are you doing that isn’t parading on newspaper?” Her Aunt Rhaella the II asked her. Which made Bäahal swallow a lump before she looked at her.

 

“Most of my life isn’t on the tabloids, aunt Rhaella. I am doing great charity work you can read about in actual newspaper.” -She replied before she glanced at her sister for confirmation.  Daenerys nodded quietly before Bäahal smiled at her sister.

 

Yes, most of her work wasn’t on the newspaper. Most of it consisted of dancing underground, making her an icon in the field. Yet, all that mattered to her was definitely seeing the golden lion. The only person in the whole world to make her feel good, the only one who could see her for who she was without judging her or her “origins”. It was just Jaime and Bäahal. It was just him and her and that was what she was craving at the moment. 

modern GoT: Viserys: A Christmas Miracle

 Viserys: A Christmas Miracle

 

A/N: He spoke to me, my baby, so of course, I will let him speak.

 

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Viserys looked at his reflection in the mirror, while adjusting his tie. He furrowed his brows and let his fingers rub over the sharp features of his jaw. Despite his red eyes and the clear exhaustion that crept on his face, he was devastatingly handsome. While Rhaegar was the clone of his father, Viserys had his own unique beauty, taking after his mother the most. He was charismatic, even when in a drunken stupor or a deep-white-hot-anger. He was sexy, even when he was wearing a three-piece grey suit. He was perfection.

 

Just a moment ago, Daenerys came to his room, to brief him about his behavior. She paid for his rehab, cleansing him from the drunken stupor he found himself in when he returned from Dorne. The silver queen did not want to know what triggered her brother’s relapse this time. She did not want to deal with his business because every time she tried, he ended up being violent with her. Viserys noted the way she shook and held onto the doorknob while talking to him, but instead of taunting his sister, he decided to let her speak.

 

“Be good. They are watching us.” That was all she said to him, reminding him that the family who visited them would spend most of their time gossiping about the offspring of the late Aerys and Rhaella. They would talk about what they became and how well they honored their family. They would scrutinize everything and would cast their judgment by the end of the first dinner.  They all felt pressure on their shoulders, especially the black sheep of the family. The dragon king’s son only behaved because he wanted to honor his parents.

 

Usually, he would boast and would walk into the room, stealing the attention of everyone. He would irradiate the place with his raw and powerful charisma, forcing his family to stop whatever they were doing and focus on him and him only. He would make a show, just because he could but not this year. This year he did not want to be noticed.  This year he just wanted to be forgotten and to forget everything.

 

Ever since he returned from Dorne, the dragon king’s son had been incredibly quiet. Unusually so. He appeared on social media, pictured with plenty of gorgeous women he did not even look or touch. He appeared with a sad and closed off face, mostly looking forward to drinking in the darkness of the club than to go out and party like an animal. As always, the silver fox was seen with Angel, with a drink in his hand and deep into his thoughts. It was so unusual that the tabloids were wondering what happened. There was even one magazine titled “Who tamed the Dragon’s son?” where Tabloids were theorizing that it probably was his longest on and off relationship with supermodel Cerise Newman.

 

It would make sense if it was someone he already knew. Viserys was a man quite difficult to tame and they wrongly assumed that only the woman who’d been with him the longest could form a bond strong enough to hurt him if she ignored him. Cerise did not ignore Viserys, he. There was that moment when he sent Kyra the last EP he produced. A song about her. She did not reply to his text and for a while, Viserys was tormented by the absence of words. Did she receive his text? Did she listen to the song? Did she like it? Did she understand? He had no means to know and being left in the dark destroyed him.  He hated it.

 

For weeks he held onto his emotions so he could write the song. He felt bad, stupid, and for the first time in a long time, the silver fox blamed himself for his predicament. How could a weekend of relaxation and fun have turned so sour? Why did he have to stab that man who came closer to the blonde beauty? To his princess? Why did he feel so possessive for someone he’d just met? He couldn’t drink at the beginning because he wanted to understand. Yet, the more he searched for an answer, the least he understood what made him stab the guy and beat his friends.  He wanted to protect Kyra, make sure she wasn’t soiled by the greasy grabby hands of a pervert. He wanted to spend more time with her, hear her laugh, and laugh with her. He wanted to watch her face lit up and run his hands in her blonde locks. She was so beautiful in that plane when there was only the two of them. He wanted to go back to this moment when there was nothing else in the world that mattered to him.

 

She made him feel something, something beautiful at that. For the first time in forever, he wasn’t thinking about himself. It wasn’t about his pleasure, his own taste, his desire. It was about making her smile and making sure she was happy. It was about her, everything he ever did -even that despicable thing-. For the first time, he was craving someone’s touch, someone’s warmth and while it still didn’t sit well with him, over the weeks that followed the song, it became obvious that he was missing her. Viserys felt that marijuana wasn’t enough for him anymore. He didn’t want to get numb, to ease his pain. He was angry. He was angry at himself for what happened. The good memories of the beach of Dorne and the moment in the airplane were tainted with memories of his older brother scolding him.

 

He could see the ghost of Rhaegar look at him with disappointment on his face, shaking his head as he wished his little brother kept at trying to be better. His perfect face and looks quickly became unbearable for the young dragon to see. The face of perfection judging him became too much and anger overwhelmed him. Kyra’s silence only worsened things for Viserys who knew he owed it to himself. He was his own worst enemy after all. So, he drank more, he got wasted and alongside his desperation, the Prince entered fisticuffs again. The prince trashed hotel rooms again, he hurt his perfect fingers again, the rain stain of the gashes caused by his punches appeared on every magazine, and once again, people were afraid of him.

 

This spiraling had to stop, with Christmas coming soon, Dany paid for an intense rehab that quickly sobered him up and forced him on a strict diet. They took great care of him, and while he was grateful to be sober again, he hated to have reached this level of clarity. He hated it because he saw how much he lost. He looked at his phone, knowing he had roughly an hour before his family arrived. Alone in his room, with the desire to see Kyra more than anything else, he decided to take a risk. It was Christmas, what more could he lose?  He dialed her number, his heart beating faster than it ever did before, with her name at the tip of his lips as he wanted to say it.  He waited for a while that felt like an eternity before finally, she took the phone.

 

“Prin--Kyra?”

Elpis x Pride: Christmas Break

 Elpis x Pride: Christmas Break

A/N: Wintery Wintery moment between one who loves those humans celebrations and the one who hates them.

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« Humans... » -Pride rolled his eyes and glanced at Elpis who was holding his arm.-  « I will never understand your love for their stench, let alone those noisy events they call holidays. »

« You meant celebrations, Superbia... Celebrations. » -Elpis mused-

She convinced him to visit a winter market, which he had a very hard time to agree to. What swayed him was her argument that during the holidays, humans were known to be at their worst. She challenged him again, to see who would be the one to influence most humans. She would have to try and stir the best from them and he would have to stir the worst from them. Yet, now that they were out, he realized that she was actually enjoying herself. Elpis had always been fond of humans, there were no secrets there. She had always loved those wretched creatures. She had always enjoyed their food, their music, their dances and she was fascinated by their ability to enjoy their lives to the fullest, knowing full-well, how short they would be. 

He had to concede that it gave those foolish creatures a ferocious desire to live and survive. Their quest for immortality amused him and their capacity to destroy each other fueled his power. Mankind definitely was an eternal source of power and for the goddess by his side, who thrived on human worship, they would make her the most powerful being of the universe. At least of this planet. He relaxed a little, forgetting the annoying white noises made of people's screams, laughs, joy, and excitement. He ignored the cold wind blowing on them. He even ignored his very desire to go back to their fancy hotel room. She seemed happy to be there, genuinely happy to discover the latest trends in terms of Christmas celebrations. 

After all, it'd been three human years since she was released, and one since the war against his siblings ended. Roaming the Earth, recovering from her curse, and unlocking her full potential made it difficult for her to fully update herself and appreciate the evolution of the human race, but she was catching up really fast and was now, no-where as green as she was when she was released. Her eyes were glowing as she watched kids running around and throwing snowballs at each other. Her smile grew wide as she saw couples enjoying some winter wine. . He watched as she looked with a curious gaze around her, at the lovely -although he thought otherwise- bling Christmas decorations and let her take him from booth to booth.  

« What do you like about them, my Light? They are rude, boring, aesthetically unpleasant, and very selfish creatures. Gaea created them, so I can understand her affection for humans, but you? I don't understand yours. What could a Light like you find in them ? » he asked again while she stopped by to smell a scented candle. She smiled at the vendor and ignored the gazes upon her. Pride felt it, envy, desire, greed, and flashed a grin as he decided to play the game she challenged him with. His essence started to spread a little around him, with a controlled force so he wouldn't create carnage at the market. Elpis felt his hand on her waist, pulling him closer to his frame as he was possessive. She chuckled and leaned her head against his chest, still holding onto the candle. 

« They are fascinating. Pride, we, primeval gods are eternal and  I was told that long before you were born, we only had the Dagger of Fate as our only true enemy. Death wasn't even a concept for us. I know they aren't perfect, but they have the ability to live their lives to the fullest... » She then bit her bottom lip as Pride pressed a kiss to her forehead before he released her. « I have never known what it was like until I got cursed. It humbled me. » She admitted before she turned around to face him.

« So, are you telling me that being locked inside humans influenced you ? »  -He mused. She shook her head.- 

« No. I am saying that being deprived of freedom helped me realize how much I was missing you, how unfair the situation was, and  I would give anything to be free. I am saying, I understand that» 

She said with a soft grin before she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug He smiled between their kisses, enjoying her spontaneous gesture of affection. It was something different, she was feeling different. Her playfulness didn't disappear overnight, but today, she was looking for a different kind of fun and attention. Pride could feel by the way she was now holding on to his sides and kept his frame close to hers in a tight embrace. She was looking for comfort today and he could tell by the way she was looking at him. She knew Pride wasn't exactly the affectionate type, and he knew that she did fancy the way humans celebrated because they had a different sense of « family » than primeval gods. Connections had a meaning, and usually good families didn't turn on one another. They would build perfect memories until their deaths and would enjoy the presence of people they would invite over. Christmas was that time of the year when you focused on family and presents and the sensation of truly being part of a whole. 

Elpis did lose everything and everyone but Pride, so it made sense for her to want to get some affection from him. He understood that while he didn't approve of mankind's existence, he did find their concepts at the very least intriguing. He understood the concept of the family despite his experience with it being less than stellar. The family was messy. sins were trying to kill one another so for Pride the concept of a happy family was a utopia, a silly dream. He understands the concept of finding someone's other half although he was certain there was no one like him or close to being like him so the concept was a little lost to him. His Light was, however, a companion. She proved herself to be worthy of his trust and worthy of his attention and he wanted to at least make her realize that. Why would he be out, during winter, in the middle of a human cesspool? why would he only have eyes for her, if he didn't care or didn't consider her family too? As she pulled away from him, the goddess cupped both of his cheeks and started to stroke them kindly, with a clear affection in her gesture. 

"Regardless, my emperor, I get to celebrate those holidays with you by my side. For a minute, let's forget about our plans. I just want to enjoy your presence next to me. Can we do this?"

"You asked so nicely. I can allow today to be dedicated to spending time together." He mused and pressed his lips to hers. "Only today."

"Mmmm.. yes my emperor."

-TBCè-

DOYA: Her little present.

DOYA: Her little present.

A/N: Oya loves Christmas, but not especially for the reasons we think of, and not really the way people usually celebrate it.

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MOL BUNKER, Friday afternoon, at 4 pm. A couple days before Christmas

Oya was quietly reading in the war room. The room temperature was warm enough for her to stay in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, but she was wearing an ugly sweater and a pair of flannel pants. When the petite hunter was reading, she had both legs on the seat and her arms wrapped around them. Her hair was tied on a messy bun and she was busy looking through the pages. Unlike the History books she usually read, today the ebony hunter was focused on a novel. She grabbed it at a gas station -yes, a gas station- and ever since hadn't dropped it. She loved detective stories, especially when they dabbed into the NOIR Genre and this book, unlike most gas station books, was actually good.

It was so good that she didn't notice that Dean had been staring at her silently. He was sitting on the chair nearby, an actual hunter's book they accidentally found during one of their last hunts. It read like a diary held by one seasoned hunter who encountered plenty of creatures, all weirder than the other, especially those from East Europe. As he was devouring the book -which was quite something for someone who'd rather have Sam do the reading-, he noticed Oya was awfully quiet and started to look at her. He loved it when she was focused because that little crease on her forehead was very cute. Her eyes were wide open as she didn't want to miss a single word on her book and she was twirling her right foot -it always was the right one-. He watched as she sighed in relief, moaned out of frustration, or rolled her eyes as she read lines of the book she didn't like. She was cute.

While the older Winchester's brother was staring at Oya, his mind was wandering elsewhere. Soon it would be Christmas, a day none of the team Free Will actually liked. It was way too painful for the brothers -didn't mean anything to the angel- and Oya had mixed feelings about the holiday. Yes, just like the brothers, Christmas was bittersweet. It reminded her of moments she celebrated with her family, of the laughter they shared, the amazing presents unboxing but more importantly, the delicious food her mother would cook. It felt good, it felt homely. Those memories were painful because they reminded Oya of what she lost. They reminded her of their absence and their gruesome deaths. Always, at some point, just like the Winchester brothers, anger would overwhelm her and would break her heart and she would be tempted to push those memories away. She would hate the Christmas songs, and the commercials on TV about that damn Christmas Turkey, unboxing day, and all those exaggerated happy faces on tv.

She hated the commercials, Dean could tell by the way she stiffened whenever one accidentally appeared on TV. She hated the Christmas songs and refused to sing them. He recalled a day when she threw some snow in the face of a choir that was singing in town. She resented the obliviousness of regular humans hunters like her were to protect. At least, during moments like these. Envy took over, the desire to have her family back and be able to spend the holidays with them was overwhelming but she could do nothing about it. Yet, unlike the Winchesters, Oya was able to enjoy those memories of her family. She felt grateful and privileged to have them because at least that meant their memories would still be alive thanks to her. They wouldn't be forgotten, they would still live with her. Memories were happy and a reminder to her that she was able to be happy again, at least she had been able to. Those memories were soft and sweet and warm, a lovely Proust madeleine she held onto. So she remembered, and she enjoyed those moments spent laughing and with the people she loved.

Oya didn't really celebrate Christmas. The bunker wasn't decorated. The bunker was still the very same old same old looking place. What she kept, however, was the gift-giving tradition. She made it a point 5 years ago, to always make sure that Team Free Will, received something. Dean always got new weapons, Sam once got a Vince Vincent best of the album, the one and only best of he made when he was alive. Dean, at first, was surprised by her, but he enjoyed the not-so-subtle way she was excited over getting them presents. He enjoyed that she made it practical for him -always a new but exotic piece of weaponry, and sometimes she added ugly sweaters- and something meaningful for everyone -she always made collages of the pictures and selfies she took with them-. It was sweet, really and although he wasn't looking forward to Christmas, he wasn't dreading the day as much as he did before. He didn't need to get drunk anymore or lost in his hunt to forget about his surroundings. Oya was his Home. Oya was his Christmas.

The fact she stayed with him was really, all that he needed. Yet, Dean still wanted to see the smile on her face when she opens her presents. This year, he decided to get her Baby Yoda. It wasn't a weapon, it wasn't useful, but it was something she'd been whining about almost every day since the commercial hit TV. She loved the show and while he was a nerd and did have a secret love for Dark Vader, He still wanted to give her something she would like, something she loved, and something that would make her smile. Dean loved when Oya smiled, and he loved it even more when she was laughing. He had already bought the present and did his best to hide it in the bunker's armory. Look what she was making him do, buy a Christmas present ahead of time so he was sure it was home. Hide it from her so she would be surprised when he gives it to her. Look at him looking forward to Christmas, but not for the reasons people mostly love the holiday for, not for the feast, not for the lights, not for the family gathering, but just because he would spend it with her, with a little gift that just meant he thought of her, with her infectious smile.. with her warm presence... with her...

-TBC-

Happy holidays 2020!

Art : Leonealart

Asma Jensen + outfit design © yours truly/ Kaedegirl/ Marlène Mongue-Din

year : 2020

2020, what a year!

I will, of course, write a short Christmas message with the traditional Santa Thong by Lelia, when she releases it:D but until then, this is a Holidays post:)

I know this year has been dreadful, complicated, complex, riveting, incredible, exciting to some and many of you. I can just wish that this end of the year finds you well, find you surrounded by your loved ones. I can only hope that the end of the year would at least help you breathe a little. I'm very proud of my lovelies who went through hell for some but survived, who lived their best lives to others. Look at us today. We're badasses. <3

Aside from the disbelief that we would be facing a pandemic, I think I have not anticipated this year as well as I could have. Unlike many, I cannot say that everything was a nightmare, that would not be true. Yes, I went through a lot of hardships, but unlike 2019, this year I was far more hopeful for my future. I decided I would not speak of those hardships in detail, at least not in this post but for the past couple of months, I have been heartbroken, anxious, in anguish, and definitely worried about my future. I had to make tough decisions and my anxiety filled my head every night. It was difficult to take care of my mental health during the height of the pandemic in my country, even more, when the therapist I was seeing -a trauma specialist- ended up not being compatible with me. But you know what they say, always get back up when you're knocked down. So I kept going.

I can't believe I finally made it and have officially quit my job. It had to be one of the hardest decisions I had to make and It took me a year of inner-debate and discussions to finally make it happen. My family and friends were of great support because they understood what I was going through. I left an abusive job, with incompetent and abusive managers. I left a job that sent me on medical leave and forced me to think of my health. I decided I had enough, and would never suffer the way I did for a heartless job that would quickly replace me should I die. I held onto the hope I would not suffer any longer and here I am... I made it!

Aside from this, it's also a year I've been very active with my personal projects. My book has consistently been going, hopefully, come to the end of the year 2021, it'll go to editing and translation in English too. My Poem Anthology « Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos » would be finished come next year and I will resume sketching as well. I'm so excited because being an artist is who I really am even though I am still fighting my head in order to make it happen. Little by little I'm getting there, and this year, I reconnected with that part of me. I have hope for the future and I hope that you would be aware of what's going on very soon! Thank you to those who've been supporting me all those years. I won't let Asma down. Ever <3

But I think the biggest treasure this year gave me was definitely just coming to the realization I have found the love of my life. Main Husband has always been open to discussion, he is honest, sincere, loving, and romantic at heart. He's very funny and I think I can't get enough of his tacky sense of humor or his passion for cinema. I can't get enough of his gentle touch or his presence. I can't get enough of us building our lives together and projecting into our future and I am especially grateful for him because he knows how my mind works, he understands, he is patient. I had always been certain that it was going to be « him », but this year consolidate it for me. So I am grateful for 2020 because it revealed our best and worst sides and yet, we're still there, together, going strong and accepting challenges.

To another year!

Happy Holidays everyone!

SoA: Reinvent yourself

 (SoA)

"Sometimes you need to reinvent yourself. I was a mess, long before I came to Charming. I was living on the run, hoping to find a safe haven in the town I was hiding at. It wasn't living, what I did there, was surviving my abusive ex-fiancé. I was always looking past my shoulders to make sure he wasn't around, always moving out when I felt I stayed too long or when he made himself known to me. A yellow rose, he used to drop it in front of my door and I would know he had found me. I used to suppress my emotions, pretend I was fine, put on a hard face, give into alcohol -yes, I was an alcoholic-, put on a mean mug as if I was telling the world to fuck off... All of that was bravado on my side. All of that was a way for me to pretend I was holding it together when I wasn't.

I wasn't.

Coming to Charming forced me to face my demons. Oscar found me but he died at the hand of my sister, Jessica. I opened my shop, started to make myself known, met Elias Robbins who broke my heart, I finally stopped having to deal with slurs painted on the front porch... I became sober. I found a family in the Sons, friends with the Pistons and the Dames, and Love in Alex. I guess I turned my life around.

Am I the same person I used to be before? No. not anymore. I had to start over twice. once after Elias broke my heart, and once after Oscar died. but I did it, and I'm grateful I did. So yes, sometimes you need to reinvent yourself, start over completely. erase all you used to be to have a healthier start in life and a better life. Is it easy? No, it's bloody hard. It's messy, there are relapses, regrets coming back to you, PTSD for people like me, and every day, you want to give up but hey, take it one day at a time, one step at a time. Soon enough, you'll be on top of the mountain you're trying to climb."

Asma Jensen, Tattoo artist at Charming, former Alcoholic

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life of Elpis: A weapon fitting a queen

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life of Elpis: A weapon fitting a queen

A/N : Been thinking of this cool scene between our babies. Actually, just flash forward a little bit.

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Kribi Beach, Cameroon, 10: AM

Elpis was enjoying the beach on this peculiar morning. She was wearing a black bikini and had wrapped around her frame a black sarong. She was barefoot, enjoying the sensation of the wind over her skin and the sand at her feet. Pride was walking nearby, holding his expensive shoes in his hand and his blazer in the other. He had rolled up the bottom of his pants so the waves would not wet the fabric and weren't wearing a tie -he even untied a few buttons, just so to show he was in a relaxed mood-. The wind was warm and the smell of the ocean was filling both nostrils. Elpis tucked some hair behind her ear, loving that the whole beach was theirs for a few hours.

« It's extraordinary Superbia, I have a better connection to nature. I can feel every single living being on that beach. » She said excitedly. « I am getting stronger. » She said waving her hand and lifting a few rocks with her telekinesis. Pride observed and cocked his head to the side.

« We've never talked about your siblings' abilities, nor yours. While I do have Leviathan's control of the ocean, I do not know what others can do or what you can do. »

« Oh... yes, we've never talked about it. If we want to defeat my pantheon and if I want to truly harness my power, I need to start explaining. » She yanked her head back and dropped the rocs on the sand. « We are born with common abilities and common constitution. Our physical bodies are simply the easiest ways we found to manifest ourselves in this world, otherwise, we have true forms that are tangible in the god's pantheons. » She then furrowed her brows. « I have never been able to reach my full potential so I do not know what my true form looks like... » She then furrowed her brows. « I do recall, however, that when we were trying out my powers and started to tease each other, my skin was turning into pure light, I guess that's my true form right there. A golden goddess. » She said with a chuckle. « We are immune to human plagues, immune to their diseases, immune to their poison, immune to their weapons. Like all the gods we've encountered. They took it from us. » She stroked her chin. « we also are immortal, but not impossible to kill as you've seen by yourself. A god-killer weapon would slay us. The Dagger of fate, you also have is one of our weaknesses. It was born alongside Khaos and was infused with his essence. » She shrugged and furrowed her brows. « We also have unique abilities, the main gods of our pantheon that is. My parents, my siblings, and myself. »

Pride was listening to her and found a large boulder he sat on. He put his shoes and his blazer on the boulder to keep his hands free. He would not interrupt the goddess as she spoke and gave him precious intel on his enemies. It only was a matter of time before he launched an attack on them, he had planned to have a full menagerie of various monsters and animals he could mount for battle but he needed to be more prepared than that. Pride was confident in his power, but he needed everyone to be at their maximum potential. Elpis was quickly recovering from her curse and she also was unlocking her untapped potential. How long would it take? He had no clue, but he was patient as well. They were in no rush. For the moment, Ayasha couldn't locate them thanks to ancient magic, so he would take full advantage of that situation.

« My father had the power of destruction. He was capable of reshaping worlds if he wanted to. This power was only his. His essence however was taken by my brother when he killed him, making him ten times stronger than he usually was, but that's about it. » She nodded to herself. At the very least, Ishtar didn't have the power of destruction Khaos had. « Mother has the power of creation. She is the one who gave birth to everything, other gods, and life itself. She's in tune with nature, in perfect symbiosis. Her essence is extremely powerful and if I manage to take it for myself, I can't even imagine the power levels I could reach. Her unique ability is truly to be able to create life at will. She could snap her fingers and a full human adult would pop up. Her creations can't harm her, she had perfect control over them. She has perfect control of the elements as well. » She shrugged and ran her fingers through her silky pink hair. « Khrön had super speed. He was as fast as the speed of light when he had both his wings. Ayasha cut down one of them and he lost his ability to run at those speeds. Ayasha's memory is formidable. She knows, and stores millennia worth of knowledge. She can access the information she wants at ease, let's say, like a supercomputer. She never was good at fighting and would rather not be on a battlefield. That power also comes with nice advantages such as her being able to read any language and therefore understand any parchment or ancient tablets she is presented with. »

Ayasha was a walking library and while this power seemed useless at first, it ended up being the most useful and the one that allowed Ishtar to kill Khaos. When knowledge was wisely used, it became as lethal if not more lethal than any weapon. Pride was well aware since he was preparing himself for a major war and had just ended one ever-lasting war with his siblings. Knowledge favored his victory so he knew how dangerous Ayasha was. He stroked his chin, those were peculiar powers, some were unfortunately lost for all eternity but something was telling him that perhaps not as much as he thought it was. Elpis outstretched her arms from each side of her body, enjoying the soft wind over her frame.

« Sitäa was able, with a touch, to infuse Love in the heart of her targets. She could turn anyone into her puppet and willing servants. It was the primary use of her powers, but she also knew how to calm a racing heart or love-induced madness to another heart and wreak havoc. She rarely used her powers did advise the goddess Aphrodite on how to use her powers and influence humans the best. » She chuckled and shook her head. « Then comes Leviathan, the god of the ocean, the master of what is in front of me. He had complete control over them but that was about it. He wasn't subtle, he wasn't refined, he just controlled the oceans. » She stuck her tongue out at Pride and tucked some hair behind her ear once again.

« What about Ishtar? » Pride finally asked, knowing Elpis was trying her best not to talk about her brother.

« Ah... him... He is the god of war. One of his secondary abilities was to induce bloodthirst and rage into the hearts of humans so they would go to war. I assisted him in infusing hope in their hearts as well... but the real power isn't that. He actually is able to bend metal to his will. Coupled with his knowledge of weapons and his incredible stamina and resilience, he's very difficult to defeat. He is strong beyond belief now that he stole his father's essence. »

« I can beat him. I can defeat your brother. I am not afraid of metal bending, nor am I of his knowledge of war. I have roamed the Earth and the god's astral plane for as far as I remember and I have always been able to win over any challenge thrown at me. Your brother is going to be a challenge, but one I am willing to take and one I am certain to beat. »

He warned her, sending shivers down her spine. She loved when he was confident like that and trusted him to be honest when he said he would defeat her pantheon. She turned around to face him this time and smiled brightly at him His blue eyes now had a purple tint and that elicited a moan from the goddess who felt her own eyes glow brightly. She had no doubts about Pride being able to destroy their enemies but was starting to grow frustrated because she realized she was missing something.

« As of I. I guess that I am still a mystery to myself. As of now, my primary power is to induce Hope in the heart of my targets. But I have psychic powers. Actually. » She said walking towards the god. « Aside from telepathy, I am able to build psychic constructs, used for defense, like shields or for attacks like a giant dragon with claws. Recently, however, I have been able to create life when upset just like my mother does... I don't know what to make of it. »

« Maybe that means your full potential has not been unlocked just yet. The true love child of the god of destruction and the goddess of creation? I guess you would be far more powerful than this. I am sure you are. » He watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. Their lips brushed and she enjoyed the sensation of his fingers on her back. Slowly resting on his waist he pulled towards him. « I sense frustration coming from you. » He claimed, it was more or less a question asked to her, which made her shrug her shoulders.

« Indeed, I do feel frustrated. If I am to battle with you, shouldn't I also have a weapon? You have fantastic Khaos. I would like to have a weapon as well, one that I could use to kill Ayasha and one I could use to harness my powers, old and new. » She added while pressing another kiss to his lips. Pride growled between their lips and pulled his head away from her face.

There it was. They had talked about him forging a weapon just for her, but it had been ages ago and it slipped off of his mind due to his siblings. Elpis deserved a weapon fitting the queen she was. Queen of the Underworld, Empress of the Universe. To fit those titles she would need something massive, yet manageable. A scythe seemed to be the perfect weapon but he had to talk to her first, he had to design this weapon with her. He looked at her, an apologetic look on his face that vanished as soon as she noticed it.

« I will fix it, my Light. I will forget you a weapon fit for an Empress. As soon as I have designed it, I would reach out to you so you would tell me if you like it or not. » She stroked his cheek and planted a kiss on his forehead. She wasn't angry and he could tell that his words reassured her. Now that his personal war was over, he had all the time to focus on the most important.

« I cannot wait to see it, beloved. I am sure it would be wonderful, just like you are to me. » She nuzzled his neck and kept him in her tight embrace. « In the meanwhile, let's just enjoy the beach a little bit, shall we ? »

« We shall. »

-TBC-