On the impact you have on others, therapy and Mental Illness

 -On the impact you have on others, therapy and Mental Illness-

 

Sometimes it’s her face I see or the last words we said to each other. Sometimes Facebook reminds me of what she wrote about me, a compliment, a funny joke, a little thing. Sometimes it’s the great sadness I feel upon realizing that she’s now gone forever, and the hope that she’s in a better place today. Rest in Heaven Magz. Thank you very much for being in my life however short that was.

 

Magz died from a self-inflicted gunshot a few years ago. She had one of the roughest life one could have and yet she managed to shine brightly around her and give love to others. We bumped into one another by chance and we quickly became friends. She suffered a lot and unfortunately, upon realizing that her spiraling was fueling mine and I would end up killing myself if we remained friends, we separated.  It was the last time we talked but we said how much we cared for one another and we wished each other good luck.

 

She’s gone but her spirit is still alive. She and several of my friends truly helped me understand I was suffering from mental illness and that I had the right to ask for help. She and several of my friends impacted my life so much that I want to celebrate them and encourage those who want to read. Fast-rewind: several years ago, I had no idea about why I was in constant mental pain. I was an open wound and I still refused to address my mental health. « Why bother? » « It wouldn’t work anyway. » « Nobody would want to listen to me. » « I don’t deserve this. » I refused to even acknowledged what I suffered from. You know, childhood abuse, sexual abuse both in my childhood and my adult years, suicidal tendencies with 3 near-successful attempts, self-harming, self-hate, mild to severe Anxiety (my therapists don’t agree on that one), and depression.  That is my baggage. That was my baggage.

 

And I had no idea of what to do with it. I wanted to disappear, to die, I felt undeserving of love. I thought nobody could love me that I would destroy everything and anything I touched. I thought that I was a waste of space, air, and skin and the world would be better with me dead. I thought so many things and anytime life threw me a lemon, I saw it as proof that I was justified with my feelings. It took me a while to build myself back up. Years to be honest. And wonderful friends and family. I had a serious and wonderful support system. These are the people I want to celebrate.

 

They openly talked about their own issues. Their traumas, their fears, their anxiety, and depression. they helped me feel more connected, more normal. A work in progress of some sort. They helped normalize the necessity for healthy relationships, and seeking help when it was needed and they were so outspoken and brave while doing so. I first used to just read, eventually soberly react, but quickly enough, I got to talk to them in private and instead of being rejected, they welcomed me and spoke about their lives. Their struggles. Their dreams. I realized I was able and allowed to have dreams. I created Asma in the process and that helped me, along with the help of others, to actually move forward and towards something positive. I saw great examples of human beings who despite their hardships, were still able to love. They normalized therapy and medication and they helped me come to terms with my own mental illnesses. I learned a lot from them. I sucked in their light and bravery and they inspired me to be more open and to try and learn why it was hurting so much to just be. Therapy helped. After several failed attempts with unsuited therapists, I found one in 2015, right after my third suicide attempt. We worked very well together and his help, coupled with the support of friends and family truly saved me. 2015 was a year that helped me realize that I could ask for help and I could get the right type of help too.

 

It was short-lived for external reasons, but I was given the proper tools to navigate my life and turn it around. It helped me when I was half-paralyzed in the face and even helped me when I started my former job. Fast-forward 2018-2020 saw a degradation of my mental health. I had stopped taking care of it. While I endured one of the most stressful periods of my life, one of my friends told me she started therapy once again but this time she had found an excellent therapist and was receiving medication. You have to understand, prior to my conversation with her, I had always thought that I could do things without the help of meds. There was a stigma I had trouble shaking off regarding medication. I was afraid to end up addicted to it, I thought it would change me deeply, or that it might not work and I’d be disappointed. All valid fears but all born out of anxiety. By the beginning of 2021, after being seriously sick at the beginning of the year, I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer: I had to follow the example my friend set up. I had to resume therapy and hopefully get medication.

 

Let me tell you this : I have never been happier and healthier in my life. Turns out, I had no serotonin left in my blood and therefore it just made everything worse for me. I found a great therapist and this changed the way I feel about myself. « We’re a work in progress and it’s okay. » while it’s not going to « definitely deal » with my afflictions, it does make my life so much easier. I have better and proper tools to handle challenges, I feel more and more myself, and that person is happier, funnier, and even more caring. I feel less the dread of life, or the urge to end my life. I see myself as worthy of being loved, alive and I can finally stop suffocating. There are days when depression takes over but I have been far more gentle towards myself than in the previous years. Friends are important, true friends that are. The family you choose, and the healthy (biological) family members, you also have

 

Life is so short. I nearly died in January and the whole takeaway I kept from my time at the hospital was that: 1) I love my family. 2)) I love my partner (he is my family too and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. 3) I can’t waste time on petty things/feelings. I can’t bend my mind in shapes for toxic people and those who hate me. I’d rather spend it loving others and being loved. 4) I’ll finish my damn book! I’m about to reach page 300. Perhaps in September. Anyway, I’m digressing. What I mean is that today things are better. Therapy and Medication won’t « fix » you. There’s no « fixing » here, there’s nothing « broken » about you. There are these afflictions that make your life really difficult but you can help manage thanks to the help you receive. And while your mental illness is part of you (it’s part of me), that doesn’t mean you are only your MI. That doesn’t define you. That shouldn’t stop you from pursuing a happier life. I’m very aware of myself and while I can’t always prevent a meltdown from happening nor can I control the intensity of it, I can now at least do my best to manage it.

 

So I am eternally grateful for the friends and family who influenced me positively and who supported me through everything. I owe you my life today. I still owe you my life and will owe you my life afterward. Your love means the world to me and gives me the strength to keep looking for a happier and healthier life. I’m alive today thanks to you.

 

I also hope that my testimony would convince you to seek the help you need and deserve. Please remember that if the therapist you chose doesn’t click well with you, then you can change therapist. You are allowed to and you must. Also, there is nothing wrong with being medicated. It’s not a « cop-out » or « the easy way » or whatever bullshit people tell you about it. It’s literally a life-saver. It’s helping you (especially if like me, you have a chemical imbalance), so you can function normally. It’s helping you feel something different from utter despair.  I really hope that it would at least answer a few questions some might have.

 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

 

May

copg: Perfection

 Elpis, Elder Goddess of Hope and Light, Daughter of Khaos and Gaea, aspiring New-All-Mother, the Betrayed, the innocent, The Omega, His Light. So many titles and yet there was only one that mattered to her. His Light. Elpis was pleased to hear the pet name when he first uttered those words. She wasn't sure of how to take it, yet welcomed it nonetheless because it was the most endearing thing she'd heard him say about her. And it happened right after he came to know her so it felt earned. it was earned. she /was/ his Light. she was his beloved and she was to rule by his side when the conquest of all the pantheons was done.  The idea that one day she would sit by his side was enough to bring the best and worst out of the goddess, absolute chaos, never-ending love: Perfection. 

GoT: (modern): Inner Rhythm

GoT (modern) : Inner Rhythm

 

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Bäahal was stretching in Magali’s gym. Weeks after having won her first competition, the silver-haired woman was easing herself back into training. She was doing the frontal split, both arms on the floor to help support her body.  The honeymoon after her victory was coming to an end as she was sobering up. She wanted to improve her technique, come up with an even better routine but most of all, she needed to relax. Jaime was a force of nature, someone who swept her off of her feet whenever she laid her eyes on him. He was older -wiser in her own words-, cunning and the occasional shark when it came to business. Yet, he was kind, one of the kindest men she’d ever met in the elite. He was honest, fun, and loving. He cared for his nephews and siblings. He always welcomed her very well in their secret lair, cooking for her, making her comfortable, and carefully listening to her. That tugged at her strings, just the thought of him, his perfect face that filled her mind whenever it wandered.

 

Her trainer was observing Bäahal from afar. She had noticed when the last competition took place, that her student felt better. Despite the abuse from her family and the consequential frustration she felt, Bäahal was actually happier, healthier, and more relaxed. There was just something about the young woman’s smile that was heartwarming and the sincerity with which she spoke about her émotions and danced them off truly mesmerized Magali. Bäahal was a better dancer, there was no denying that. She was a better dancer because instead of grief, there was love. Instead of a desire to lose herself in her movements, she decided to express herself. Watching her dance that another day at the competition was truly unique. She was presenting herself to the world, and in a way, Magali felt that she witnessed a birth. That moved her to tears. She kept moving around the room so she could focus on the other students who were training as well with her but her eyes always glanced at the Targaryen Heiress.

 

Dance freed Bäahal. In a way, she found freedom in anonymity. Yes, she herself felt the change within her from the moment she met Jaime. Right after their first night together, the silver-haired beauty wanted to tell the world about how he made her feel. Instead of words, she couldn’t say, it was the body that did the talking. Each move was a conversation to the audience, each step and flips and splits were an account of how her heart felt. She was in love. She felt safe. She finally was seen for who she was instead of a Targaryen. With Jaime that was dynamic, she wasn’t a Targaryen, she simply was Bäahal. She was the spontaneous little vixen who always came unannounced to his place. She was the one who would send him messages and would make him lose his mind. Bäahal was...She was free.

 

Magali watched as the silver head rolled her head and yanked her body back. She was able to hold the position for about ten minutes and was ready to break it and relax her legs. As she sat still, the heiress was already thinking about the next competition. She would do even better, tell an even better story. A success story. For far too long she had to hide and comply. She had to endure the abuse from her father’s family and the scorn of her siblings. It was difficult to shine through, to assert herself. Her love story with Elias ended up in a fiasco, which destroyed her self-esteem. Dance saved her, Magali, and the underground world. The competition was a way for her to rebuild herself, prove that she had a purpose and could do great things, things she loved.  Bäahal was determined to see her victory as the real first step towards a better life. She wanted Jaime to watch her dance, live. She wanted him in the same room as hers, witnessing like the others her greatness. She was a superb athlete, someone who could have become even more famous for all the right reasons if she had tried to. 

 

She needed Jaime to see her in her element. Winning competitions, dancing her heart off, expressing her feelings for him. Ah. They chose to keep it quiet and to themselves. Jaime couldn’t see her in public. He couldn’t spend time with her in public, and they certainly couldn’t see each other when paparazzi and the family would become like rabid animals in search of blood. They couldn’t risk ruining everything and therefore couldn’t be seen in public. Not yet. She remembered how the press was when she was dating Elias and how they relished in her pain when he broke up with her. She remembered the shame, the distress, and how hard it had been for her to recover from such heartbreak and humiliation.  She remembered everything and refused to put herself and Jaime through this again. Maybe her lack of patience could be controlled, maybe her impulsivity could be reigned in. Maybe she could make peace with keeping things to herself for a while -not forever- until she and Jaime were certain that they wanted to be together. Until then, Bäahal would work on her next routine. She would keep telling her story. She would live.

 

 

-TBC-

GoT (regular): Stuck

GoT : (regular) Stuck

 

A/N: I love them so much. A little update since Bäahal and Jon had an important conversation.

 

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Tyrion noticed the princess who was walking in the inner garden of the Red Keep. There was something different about her, and given his position as the hand of the queen, the Lannister knew that it had something to do with Commander Targaryen who talked to her. Bäahal and Jon were close, from the moment they met Tyrion had known they shared something special. A bond that lasted time. She trusted him from the start. She saw the truth in his eyes and her support influenced the queen into accepting Jon’s presence around her and giving him a hand at fighting the white walkers.  Jon respected the princess. He cared deeply for her and wanted to protect her innocence, rare in such a jaded world. Tyrion remembered just how anxious both Daenerys and Jon were when news about the siege reached out to the Red Keep. If Dany was hard to reason with and keep at Kings Landing, Jon kept a cold head but remained agitated. They lived through the reports of Varys and Tyrion, with Daenerys more and more relieved to hear that her sister was alive and well and Jon already focused on finding those responsible for this mess.

 

Jon had always been practical. He knew that the queen couldn’t simply ride her dragon to the siege and kill everyone there, no matter how much she wanted it. They both knew that Daenerys wouldn’t be accepted right away by everyone and there would have some resistance. They knew that any person close to the queen would become a liability and their lives would be in constant danger. He told Bäahal when she decided to become the ambassador of Daenerys and left for a diplomatic journey across the seven kingdoms, He knew that at some point, someone would try to kill her. She ventured alone, with just two guards, in some pretty hostile places and while he couldn’t deny her accomplishments and the gracious welcome she received, he also couldn’t expect everyone to think alike. It concerned Jon, that there had been a betrayal among the guards they gave Bäahal. So he went to talk to Tyrion and the rest of the war council about screening the guards and fish out the potential or alleged traitors.

 

Bäahal seemed upset, yet better. The Lannister couldn’t quite understand what could put her in such a mood but it was a welcomed change from her overwhelming sadness. She seemed relieved, something he had not seen ever since she returned home. As he walked closer to her, his own curiosity picking up as theories ran through his brain, Tyrion was stunned by her beauty. She really stood out in the garden, being the most exotic flower of them all. Her dress was extremely simple, a black one that exposed her arms, and a gorgeous cleavage. Her hair was freely cascading onto her back with a few braids knotted together in a high ponytail so her face would not be bothered with rebellious locks. Her silver hair against her ebony skin was quite something. Nobody alive could be able to resist her, Tyrion thought to himself. Nobody stood a chance against her beautiful features, especially when she was smiling, which shed id upon noticing Tyrion walking towards her. He nodded at her and stopped a few steps away from her frame.

 

« Good morning, princess. »

 

« Good morning, Tyrion. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, especially not this early. » She said, her hands  holding each other in front of her.

 

« I was looking for you actually. We didn’t have many opportunities to have a conversation. Mind if I join you ? » -She shook her head and turned around so she could resume walking. Tyrion followed her and gave the princess a smile. « You seem to be doing better. »

 

« I actually had a conversation with Jon the other night. We discussed a few things, mostly the siege and the suspicion I have towards the House of Redwyne. We discussed strategy and he told me I wouldn’t be able to leave the castle until they caught whoever did it. »

 

« Which isn’t really good news for you, I presume ? » -He noticed the princess winced and swallowed a groan. He knew she wasn’t very happy with the decision to stay behind, since she didn’t want to be far away from Jaime. « This means you wouldn’t be able to stay with Jaime as you wanted. » -he simply stated. She winced again.-

 

« I have to obey my commander’s orders. It wasn’t pleasant to hear though because I don’t want to be far away from Jaime. » She sighed and tucked some hair behind her ear. « But this has to be done this way. Jon’s right, the enemies not knowing I survived is a massive advantage that can’t be ruined because of pesky feelings. » She said with a tight smile. « I just fear that if we are separated, we wouldn’t be able to see each other again. Things are really scary for me. Dany doesn’t approve of this relationship, yet, I hope. Jon …. »

 

« What about Jon?  The queen needs time. She needs to see that this love is genuine and truly making you happy. She needs to see that she can trust him with her heart. It’ll take time. There would be bumps along the way, but I’m here and I’ll advocate for you as much as I can. »

 

« You don’t have to, although I am eternally grateful for your understanding and support. /I/ have to convince her and /I/  have to protect your family too. I’ll do my best. » -She tweaked the dress with her fingers in an attempt to hide her stress. It was cute to see, so different from the cold and rough exterior she had a few years ago. Bäahal warmed up to the people around her and even started to consider a life for herself. A life where she could be happy and be with the man she loved.-

 

« I know you will. So… Jon. What about him? Did you tell him ? » -She nodded faintly before she turned her head to face Tyrion and chewed at her bottom lip.- « What did he say? »

 

« It was… a bit of a shock for him. He had not anticipated that I could ever fall in love with the enemy. It really was strange for him, to say the very least, but he was respectful of what I was telling him. he had experienced in the matter since he fell in love with Ygritte. So he couldn’t understand how this happened. » She chewed at her bottom lip. « I was so embarrassed to confess, but he told me that it was obvious to him from the way I was talking. And blushing. And... » She paused and chuckled. « I have lost my edge. I used to be able to fake my émotions, hide the pain deep inside and pretend I was happy. I softened with you. It’s just so funny. I can’t fake anything anymore unless it’s a life-and-death situation. » She smiled and looked at the massive flower wall to her right.

 

« I think you’re just more and more in touch with yourself. It’s… good. However, I am pleased to hear that Jon actually respected your truth. I am surprised even. »

 

« Jaime hurt Jon. Your family hurt the Starks so much that it’s very difficult to imagine that things would go smoothly between the two families. It’s difficult to see your sister fall in love with the man who pushed your little brother off of a tower. I put him in a very difficult position, I’m aware of that. » She sighed and started to smell some flowers. « But he respected me regardless. He understood that I was deeply in love with Jaime and the whole situation was making me suffer. He wants me happy. He wants me protected and safe and he wants me… » She choked on her words and cleared her throat. « He cares for me, deeply so. He cares enough to consider talking to Jaime about their plan and take into consideration his experience on the battlefield and the politics of Westeros. I feel…lighter. Yes, lighter since I confessed to Jon. »

 

Tyrion was happy she felt relieved and found support in Jon. He was glad that she didn’t feel the need to hide her true émotions to everyone and wasn’t deterred from talking openly about her relationship with his brother after Daenerys’ initial rejection. Bäahal really seemed to be happier and was processing nicely the news of her forced lockdown at the Red Keep. Yes, she was exhausted and he supposed that it was mostly nervous fatigue that had started from the moment she was betrayed by her guards. In the long months that followed her recovery, Tyrion wasn’t sure that her mind was properly addressed and she took the opportunity to express herself. He wasn’t sure she took the time to think about the chain of events, reconsider everything with a little better hindsight. Perhaps everything was catching up to her by now and perhaps he could do something about it. At least, he would be talking to the princess and would try to see how best he could help her. Wasn’t it the reason that had him find her in the first place?

 

« I am glad you think so. I understand that you might have your concerns regarding Jaime and the fact you two would be apart for some time. I just want you to trust Jon and his judgment. He always knew how to lead his men and what to do to save the whole world. I am sure he would protect my brother to the best of his abilities, especially since he is now aware of your feelings for him. » -He said, offering his hand so she could hold it. Bäahal smiled at Tyrion and held his hand.-

 

« I hope so. It’s all I can do for now and pray the gods, old and new sot hey could spare my beloved. I now have a newfound strength and a different point of view about the whole situation. I am hopeful that it would have a good outcome and that when the time is right, I’ll talk about the whole situation to my sister, once again. Now, Jaime just has to prove himself to the House of Targaryens and, I hope, he would finally be seen as family. » -It was a wishful thought, but one that made Tyrion smile at the princess. She was still genuine, still naive in her consideration for the world despite it proving times and times again that you couldn’t trust anything and anyone on the planet. Yet, Bäahal still believed in something better. In a future for herself. In happiness and that motivated Tyrion to keep fighting for her. She deserved it. His brother too.

 

« I can only hope so too. »

 

It was all he could say.

 

It was all he could pray for.

 

-TBC-

Doya: on the road to Pluto: Tonight will be about them

Doya: on the road to Pluto: Tonight will be about them

 

A/N: I miss my babies

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Oya yanked her head back as she felt the heavy black locks fall onto the small of her back. She enjoyed the sensation of the warm water pouring onto her bruised and battered body. Her cheek was still swollen from the punches she took earlier on, the scratches on the right side of her chest. Her body was hurting, everything was hurting her but she was satisfied. It wasn’t just relief -they saved innocent people and killed the monsters-, no. It was also the thrill of the fight, the joy of kicking ass like she used to. She had not lost her reflexes and skills, instead, Oya felt she was sharper, more alert, and even more ready than she expected. She was back. She was whole again. A grin crept on her plump lips and she ran her hand through her hair, washing away the motel shampoo she used to clean her skin from all the dirt and disgusting slime and guts from the monsters. She pulled back her head straight, eyes half-opened as she was now staring at the tiled walls of the shower. What now?

 

She dropped her head, allowing water to fall onto the top of her skull. They were doing alright and were about to leave the town and go back to the bunker. There was nothing more to do at this instant but to wait on Sam and Castiel to come back and provide the necessary answers. She shut her eyes and shivered at the thought that if it wasn’t for Castiel, she would have been dead by now. Pluto was a powerful god, far more than any of those she ever faced before. She owed Castiel her life and was determined not to waste it. How many close calls had it been? how many times did she survive death? She leaned her forehead against the tiled wall, feeling the warm shower drip onto her back. Her mind wandered for a moment, savoring the fact that her closest friends, the Thomases were alive and safe for now. She knew Joshua was recovering and wouldn’t be messing around with the radio and network of hunters. Sarah quit this life long ago so they were essentially safe from whatever was about to happen.

 

It was a relief, somehow,, to know that none of them would be stupid enough to go after Pluto. It felt good knowing she still had people outside of the Winchesters and the Angel, she could call family. It helped put things into perspective. She was doing fine. She was doing more than fine. She was alive and was still able to go after the god should she find a way to defeat him. The thought was comforting and it brought a soft smile to her lips. She stroked her arms under the shower and gasped as she felt the body of Dean who had snuck into the shower unbeknownst to her. His powerful arms just wrapped around her petite frame and pulled her against his strong chest. She purred and rolled her head just so she could rest it against his large chest. It had been a while since they were able to shower together and just celebrate. It had been good.

 

Oya purred a little louder as Dean started to press his lips to her neck, gently grazing the sensitive skin while his hands stroked her sides. They did good tonight: Minimal casualties, minimal injuries and to top it off they saved a whole town from the monsters that were terrorizing it. Oya couldn’t contain her grin as  Dean’s warm body was pressed against hers. For the first time in a long while, it felt as if she could breathe again as if she had dropped a heavyweight from her shoulders. For the first time, it felt right. Dean was pleased with her reaction. The dirty blonde hunter wanted his partner to feel good, to forget about Pluto, about her fears and doubts, and even the next case they wanted to work together. Tonight, everything would be about them.

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Absolution

 Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Absolution

A/N: I just wanted to write about these two. Since they’re trying to reconcile and have their own goal to achieve. 

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Ishtar was the embodiment of War. Warriors paid tributes to him with the blood of their enemies and their cries of passion. He was comfortable with solitude, but even stronger when they were many. War was his purpose, his motivation, and his very essence. Yet, he increasingly grew dissatisfied with his life. He found himself feeling envy towards some of his siblings who were able to have companions and progeny. He found himself lusting after Elpis, dreaming that one day she would become his, and craving her affection. How could he not? When he thought of it, Elpis was the only sibling he had who actually cared about him. She didn’t mind working by his side, and he realized that her company was giving him another sense of purpose, a sense of companionship he was lacking of. He wanted to protect her, ensure her happiness and allow her to maintain her innocence. 

Perhaps that was what lost him. He was so smitten over his sister’s innocence that he didn’t realize she was growing up. He had not noticed her slip through his fingers and mature into a fierce and powerful goddess. Elpis was powerful, if anything, her tantrum against the Sumerian pantheon proved to him that she was not to be trifled with. Elpis was fiery, loyal, and protective of her family. That was the whole reason for her anger towards the lesser pantheon. They had disrespected their father, the late All-Mighty All-Father Khaos, and Elpis couldn’t stand the offense, she couldn’t forgive them so she killed them all.  Still… at that time she was innocent and he was desperately in love with that side of her, the ideal version of her, the fragile one. 

 

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Absolution

 

 

 

A/N: I just wanted to write about these two. Since they’re trying to reconcile and have their own goal to achieve.

 

 

 

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Ishtar was the embodiment of War. Warriors paid tributes to him with the blood of their enemies and their cries of passion. He was comfortable with solitude, but even stronger when they were many. War was his purpose, his motivation, and his very essence. Yet, he increasingly grew dissatisfied with his life. He found himself feeling envy towards some of his siblings who were able to have companions and progeny. He found himself lusting after Elpis, dreaming that one day she would become his, and craving her affection. How could he not? When he thought of it, Elpis was the only sibling he had who cared about him. She didn’t mind working by his side, and he realized that her company was giving him another sense of purpose, a sense of companionship he was lacking. He wanted to protect her, ensure her happiness, and allow her to maintain her innocence.

 

 

 

Perhaps that was what lost him. He was so smitten over his sister’s innocence that he didn’t realize she was growing up. He had not noticed her slip through his fingers and mature into a fierce and powerful goddess. Elpis was powerful, if anything, her tantrum against the Sumerian pantheon proved to him that she was not to be trifled with. Elpis was fiery, loyal, and protective of her family. That was the whole reason for her anger towards the lesser pantheon. They had disrespected their father, the late All-Mighty All-Father Khaos, and Elpis couldn’t stand the offense, she couldn’t forgive them, so she killed them all.  Still… at that time she was innocent, and he was desperately in love with that side of her, the ideal version of her, the fragile one.

 

 

 

He realized that what Elpis provided couldn’t be replaced with Ayasha. He tried to believe his own lies and pretended that Ayasha was the right one. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to love her. He couldn’t bring himself to even think of her when they were fucking. The long golden locks turned pink in his mind, the golden skin of hers was a dark chocolate hue. The voice was richer, warmer, and more sensual. Each word burned deep into his soul, marking him, having him more and more wrapped around the goddess's fingers. Each thrust into Ayasha’s tight cunt was instead into what he believed to be warm and wet heaven. Her soft curves were fuller and more supple instead of the lean and soft body against his. Yes, he was fucking Elpis. His mind screamed for it to be true instead of the disappointing reality.

 

 

 

Ayasha didn’t mind. She had never loved Ishtar to begin with. He was a pawn, her muscles. She was the mastermind behind the death of their dear father. She was the mastermind behind the curse of Elpis and the one who was supposed to be using Ishtar as a weapon that would allow her to rise to power. She wanted the crown and the title but was clever enough to first let her brother wipe out competition for her. Some would call it a strategy, others would call it cowardice, either way, that was allowing her to rise above all and win. So, she didn’t mind if he requested a little bit of company, and he used her body to empty his anguish. She didn’t mind the pleasure it brought her, the obvious attention she’d been craving for a while but oh so rarely had. Ishtar was a gorgeous man, his long jet-black hair, his black eyes, and his strong body was turning her on. Fucking him was not unpleasant, but she quickly learned to manage her expectations and prepare for a more brutal romp should he be in a bad mood. She could do with anything, but she expressly forbade him to call their sister’s name.

 

 

 

Ayasha wasn’t stupid, she was aware of her brother’s incredible love for their traitorous sister. She knew he would never be able to overcome his feelings and was willing to accept it as long as he didn’t call her “Elpis”. It had happened a few times since Elpis’ awakening, and the goddess was mortified each time he expressed his feelings. Misery needed company and ambition was willing to be hers. Ayasha needed to rekindle her relationship with her brother because she needed him. Ishtar was way too much important for Ayasha to lose. He wasn’t angry at her anymore, instead he was in awe of how driven his siter was. He was in awe of how well thought-out her plan was and how she managed to actually take over the pantheon. Ishtar was seeking absolution. He was seeking rebirth, and was seeking glory. He wanted to become more than just the All-Father. He wanted his name to be chanted across the universe instead of just sung on Earth. He realized the glorious purpose of his sister and ironically found hope within his heart. Perhaps, he could dream again. Perhaps, he could be happy…

 

-TBC-

modern got: viserys x Kyra: Second chances

 Modern -GoT-: Second chances

A/N: Love those two

 She gave him a second chance, one of those he wasn’t sure to ever deserve. She saw something in him that very few could, perhaps Rhaegar did, with honest eyes. His mother did but she wasn’t sane anymore. Her love was toxic, her mind had lost grip with reality and she encouraged and enabled him in his terrible behavior. Viserys was an asshole, a certified one at that. Despite his frequent outbursts and negative press, he also was considered an esthete. He was the guardian of good taste and some sort of rock star of the modern-day. Viserys was hypnotic, magnificent, and perfect, but it was all a front. Inside, he was as confused and lost as he was as a kid. Deep down he was still upset at his father for betraying their mother and causing her slow death from a broken heart. Deep down he was feeling lonely, rejected by his father, and disappointing his older brother.

 

She gave him a second chance and embraced him for who he was. The silver fox was unpredictable, complex, magnetic. He commanded the crowd’s reaction and people always held their breath whenever he entered a room. King of the Night, he saw droves of people crawling towards him, begging for his good favor and endorsement for it guaranteed their success and a good business. How could one feel when they hold so much power in the Night Life? Truth be told, the Dragon Prince didn’t care much about it. He felt empty and had always felt this way. Countless nights spent drinking, using drugs, fucking any girl who threw themselves at him did not fill the void he had in his heart.

 

Until Kyra…

 

His first instincts were to protect her when he felt she was threatened, and by doing so he could have killed a man. Nobody made him feel the way Kyra did. The desire to find her, the need for her company were overwhelming. He wanted to see her face, touch her skin, kiss her lips and hold her tight. He wanted to make her happy. This was a first, perhaps the only time he would actually fall in love with someone and that was confusing as all hell. He didn’t know how to process those émotions and found out that they were huge, a true whirlwind of émotions that he didn’t know how to handle. He fell in love with the Lannister youngest child. He was so smitten over the blonde beauty that he couldn’t imagine his life without her. All those months spent apart after the events of Dornes nearly drove him insane with the excruciating pain he felt. How he had missed her. How he had regretted his violent outburst! How he wanted her back.

 

And she was back…And here they were together. Here they were in her apartment, enjoying their time together and rekindling their connection. It felt so good. It felt so right to be with her that he didn’t want to let her go again. He did it once and paid the price, and now, more than ever he wanted to prevent it from happening again. He couldn’t afford to lose Kyra again and as he held her tighter against his broad chest, he leaned his chin on top of her head and gently stroked her arms. She was a breath of fresh air, his everything.  His everything!

 

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Life of Elpis: Evolution

 

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Life of Elpis: Evolution

 

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Elpis stood at the balcony of their hotel for the last time. Tomorrow they would be leaving the place, for it would have been long enough for Ayasha to be able to locate them. She stared at the swimming pool below, brimming with life and filled with oblivious humans. Somehow, she grew to envy those creatures who would never know the torments of immortality, and the divine battles led to another plane of existence. They would never know just how much their peace and quiet were under the control of the winning pantheon and how little their lives meant to gods who existed for eons. The Primeval gods predated the existence of the universe. Khaos simply was before he chose to create the universe and add some companions so he wouldn’t be alone. What weight could humans have against literal gods? Nothing…And yet here they were enjoying their lives to the fullest since it was the only one they would ever have.

 

Her pink locks were floating with the wind, whipping her face in the process but she did not mind it at all. Instead, the Elder goddess felt even more anchored to the present and this plane of existence. Just below her was the remnants of the garden of Everything, a place that was no longer how it used to be due to human intervention. Thanks to Pride and the wonderful time they spent here, Elpis was able to accept that things never truly stay the same but evolved. From the garden and luscious and gorgeous hotel rose and replaced wildlife and nature at its finest. The floor was still the same, the steps she took millennia ago were covered with concrete, but it didn’t matter. It was the place. It had evolved just like her relationship with Pride. The betrayal from Ishtar and Ayasha led to her curse and just as a domino effect, impacted on the Sin too. Hades unmade him and remade him to better fit his desires, unaware that he had created a better version of his weapon, the one who ended up overthrowing him and taking over the crown of the Underworld.

 

They were both spoiled time, unable to recover what was once lost, they had to learn how to know each other again and like magic, it worked on them. She fell in love with Pride again. He grew closer to her, this time genuinely so. In the end, Elpis realized that she gained something out of a desperate situation. She reinvented herself, grew stronger and far more powerful than she ever was since she was free to tap into her true power. Time revealed to her that she was as powerful if not more powerful than the All-Mother Gaea and in time, once fully recovered, she would be able to challenge her mother. As she remembered what she went through, the goddess held onto the balcony a little stronger, her eyes now glowing a bright golden light. She had come a long way after all. From the vulnerable and naive goddess she used to be and was groomed to become by her family, she became a strong and powerful goddess with a devouring ambition. She was free, as free as the humans below her and this new sensation sent shivers down her spine. She did evolve. She was anew! 

 

Pride came closer to her, his left fingers quietly ran over the smooth and unmarred skin of her back, revealed by the nice cleavage of her dress. She shivered and tilted her head to the side, glancing at her beloved who was now standing next to her.  She smiled at him and then looked back at the swimming pool. Their time here had been glorious. She recalled the delicious parties that turned into orgies of sex and violence. She recalled her arms turned into pure white light and strands of hair as well, indicating that she was indeed in the process of mastering her newfound abilities. She remembered the euphoria she felt as the mayhem unfolded around the two lovebirds. She remembered his promise to forge her a weapon worthy of her. He hadn’t begun it yet, since he had business to conduct with Lust and the Underworld, but she knew he would make her proud and give her something she would finally be able to use in their last battle against Ishtar and Ayasha.

 

The Universe being capricious, the elder goddess knew that if Ishtar was defeated and gone, then his title and power would befall Pride, thus making him the new All-Father.  The thought was sweet and exciting for the pink-haired goddess who was hoping that this sudden power upgrade and title would motivate them to conquer the rest of the Universe. An excited grin crept on her lips and she leaned her head against his shoulders. It was time to bid farewell to a place that held so many memories in it. The old and new ones merged in order to give Elpis a stronger love for the Sin. If there was a sliver of doubt in her mind, it had vanished now and forever. her love was eternal, powerful because it transcended time, distance, and even curses. It didn’t care about the change that occurred to her beloved, she embraced him, old and new. She embraced all of him and his ambition and while she never truly asked him how he felt about her, she knew that Pride cared. He genuinely cared for his Light, ditching his older self’s tendency to lie when it was convenient for him for genuine affection for the goddess. She was by his side and it felt right.

 

« It’s time to leave this place, my Light. »

 

« I know…I just wanted one last look before we leave. » She replied, rubbing her head against his shoulder. He nodded and fell silent for a minute, allowing her to have one last look. « It is the place of all beginnings when we think of it. »

 

« Is that so? » He asked and curbed a brow. She nodded softly. « Tell me more. »

 

« We met here. Eons ago. Two different versions of ourselves found each other. I have finally understood your words when we arrived at this resort. It had evolved into a five-stars hotel and at first it did upset me. I couldn’t understand why they salvaged the sacred piece of nature it used to be and felt that I had lost this special place forever. But you were right. It’s still here, under the concrete. It had simply changed over time just like we both did. I’m not the Elpis you used to know. You’re not the Pride I used to know and yet I fell in love with you again. I found you and I loved you again. »  -She smiled at him and gently stepped on her tiptoes so she could kiss his cheek- « I will follow you to the end of the universe.  I swear on my life. »

 

« You don’t need to swear anything, my light. I can tell right that you are true. » -He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He then turned around and summoned a portal. « Where do you want to go next? This time, I’ll let you choose the location. »

 

« What about Paris? I heard it was the city of Love. »

 

« Romance? » He curbed a brow and she stuck her tongue out. « Fine, I said you could pick up a location. We will go there then. »

 

« Come on, Superbia. It’s the perfect city to try out our powers. Besides, Paris is known to have fabulous fashion. Aren’t we supposed to look our best when we drive those humans crazy? » She teased him, wiggling her brows before he pulled her into a kiss to shush her and closed his hand to teleport them away from the former Garden.

 

-TBC-

GoT : (modern) Love Bug

 

GoT : (modern) Love Bug

 

A/N: Just been thinking of our babies. I love you

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She grew out of her funk. Seeing Elias’ name on that guest list that other day had nearly caused her a heart attack. Sure, she misread and at the end of the day, Bäahal was able to organize one of the best charity gala of the year. But what would have happened if her ex showed up at this event? The silver-haired heiress tried to ignore the question for as long as she could, focusing instead on her various obligations, but the question still haunted her and stuck at the back of her head for days. She refused to think about it and didn’t need a reminder of the heartache she felt a couple of years ago. Yet, it hurt! Badly so! Elias left her all of a sudden, claiming he never loved her, claiming she wasn’t enough. They had everything planned already, a house, some pets, and a wedding. He proposed knee on the floor and all of that jazz. Oh, she was in love! so in love that she was convinced they would end up together. Yet he left. Zing ! one day, he had just packed and left the empty apartment they were living in. And just like that, he broke her heart and shattered her dreams.

 

He had the right to start over, after all, he wasn’t happy with her. He had the right to move on. But she couldn’t help but snarl at each of his happy pictures. He pretended to be happy with her, he pretended he loved her and that was the reason she was so hurt.  Bäahal didn’t know the truth, that Dany bought his love with enough money for him to start his own business. Dany made it happen and yes, should Bäahal know, she would lash out. She would lash out at Dany for messing with her life and she would lash out at Elias for accepting the deal. Her love was less valuable than a business venture. Perhaps this would hurt more and it was best if she believed he simply never loved her.  For now, that was what she believed in and the fact he pretended was hurting her. But she did move on. she managed to heal and as she fetched herself a glass of wine and sat on the comfortable chair of the Palace’s living room, the silver head tried to relax. She wasn’t the same woman she used to be before. While it was obvious that she had been craving genuine affection for so long and ended up convinced that she couldn’t have any, life chose otherwise. Life brought her Jaime.

 

Jaime was different. Jaime was amazing! She had never met a man who was so confident and in touch with himself that he didn’t need to play games with her. The Lannister had always been honest, to a fault and she appreciated it. She couldn’t forget the genuine care he had when they first hooked up, and when he followed through with texts, calls, and their second time spent together.  Jaime had always made her feel welcomed and where she belonged and how could Bäahal forget their mornings together? She enjoyed waking up to him, opening her violet hues to his smiling face. He would watch her sleep, would stroke her arm, would cup her cheeks, and kiss her face. He would embrace her and pull her into a hug and she would wrap her arm around his shoulder and keep him closer to her heart. Such intimacy couldn’t be faked, the desire to be close to one another was real. She didn’t need words to know it. From the moment they met, they couldn’t tear their eyes off of themselves nor could they keep their hands off of each other. Even now, while she was being cozy, the only thing the heiress could think about was Jaime.

 

People started to notice, especially the tabloids that she wasn’t upset anymore when they photographed her. Instead, she was even more productive, always focused on her phone and smiling sheepishly as if she was blushing. Many speculated about what or who could put her in such a good mood, calling it « the love bug » but she always denied it, simply stating that she was just doing more sport, practicing a lot more, and being more involved in her charity work.  Truth be told, it was a love bug. She was in love with Jaime and couldn’t even deny it at this point but she was happy and the butterflies in her belly could testify of it. She was happy.

 

-TBC-

GoT : (regular): The conspirator

 

GoT : (regular): The conspirator

 

A/N: touching upon the conspiracy that nearly took Bäahal’s life. Giving a quick nod to the princess and the golden Lion before focusing on the traitors.

 

Xxx

 

Summer was kind this year. Instead of the suffocating heat that would mercilessly invade King’s Landing, the weather was kinder and softer due to a light fresh breeze that constantly blew over the Red Keep. Bäahal did make progress since she’d arrived at the castle. Following Jon and Tyrion’s pieces of advice, she left her room more often and socialized again, regaining the confidence and trust that had been shattered by the betrayal she was a victim of. There was little time to discuss the matter of the heart with Daenerys and convince her that her affection for the Golden Lion was genuine and that he returned said feelings in what was a healthy relationship. Who would have thought that Bäahal, once an orphan and a slave would somehow meet her family, reclaim her name, embrace her titles and find love ? Who would have thought about having such an opportunity in a world that was hostile to her very existence? Bäahal was well aware that she would need time to reconcile with Daenerys, therefore she didn’t press the matters onto her, hoping that with time, the silver queen would agree to bless this union.

 

There was no time to discuss Love when politics and conspiracies were at the heart of the very issues dealt with by the queen. Her marriage to Jon enraged the old nobles who saw this as an insult to their traditions and culture. Daenerys wanted to avoid war at all costs given the one she’d just won against Cersei. It already cost her a dragon and several true companions along the way and she realized that it would be best if she could win the hearts and minds of the people she was supposed to be ruling over. To help her, Bäahal traveled the seven kingdoms to meet those who had not seen their queen yet. She was listening to the people and was met with either curiosity, appreciation, or utter hatred and mistrust. It was during one of those visits that she was ambushed and nearly killed and that was the second pressing matter that weighed on the queen and her council minds. Why was Bäahal targeted and who did this? Jaime had an idea, one he already submitted to Commander Targaryen. Based on the princess testimony of the few days before the siege, Jaime suspected House Redwyn to have fomented the siege.

 

It was a serious accusation and both Jon and Jaime knew they couldn’t just accuse the house without any proof. Jaime submitted his plan to Jon, to use Bäahal as bait during a « diplomatic » visit only to ambush the current head of the house Paxter Redwyn. The plan was still rough on the edges and Jon wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t strong enough to convince Daenerys to put her sister in danger once more. Was it this ludicrous to imagine House Redwyn behind the attacks ? Ser Paxter would have laughed at the face of such suggestion, knowingly blowing the hot flames of suspicion far away from him. A former loyal ally to the Targaryens, he switched gears to support King Robert Baratheon. Daenerys return provoked a sense of persecution in him. Convinced that Daenerys would double-cross him as he did with Aerys II and Rhaegar, he feared that his sons' lives would be taken by the vengeful queen. From the moment she crowned herself queen of the seven kingdoms, Ser Paxter decided he would be the first to strike. On top of his paranoïa, the head of house Redwyn genuinely hated the desire Daenerys had to break the wheel and bring in change. He considered her a threat to his well-being and to the traditional way of living of Westeros and was hell-bent on destroying the queen. ambivalent in his ambitions, he seemed to be concerned with the safety of his sons onlyopportuniWhat broke the camel’s back and led to the idea of the siege was the discovery of the « bastard » Targaryen being considered family and becoming a princess. How could the queen choose to give a title to a former slave?

 

Despite hearing the rumors of the death of the princess, Ser Paxter was still reeling from the simple memory of their encounter. In his typical brutish ways of talking, he tried to make her feel unwelcomed. After all, what did she know of the ways of Westeros? what did she know about being a noble? what did she know about being a princess? yet he found himself lusting after her and could tell that most of the people if not all of them were either envious, mesmerized or lusting after the princess. How could they not, when princess Bäahal was indeed a unique beauty? Her enchanting smile haunted his dreams and the supple and soft skin of hers was tantalizing even when he wasn’t thinking of her. She had been a slave and yet maintained a youthful innocence that fueled his appetite for her. The purple eyes drew him in and the plump lips were tempting him. He hated it, he hated her. He hated her curves that kept him awake at night, was jealous of the contact she had with his twins who seemed to be drawn towards her. He hated the fact she refused that either of his sons courts her, claiming that her heart didn’t belong to her anymore. He hated the idea that he thought she was utterly gorgeous and he wanted to make her his.

 

Despite the memories of her taunting him, Ser Paxter was even more disgusted and angry at her attempt to « reach out » to the masses and the dirt-poor Westeros. Who did she think she was? She acted as if she were a saint, ready to come to bless the poor souls and give them ideas of revolution. Daenerys was threatening his livelihood and the natural order of things. Some lords were to rule the masses. The peasants, the poor, the uneducated. The lords couldn’t possibly begin to care for those in need or entertain the idea of giving them more rights than they had. He hated the fact that she attracted more and more people to her side and had to teach her a lesson. Targeting Bäahal became an obvious and natural choice. The princess might have been a warrior, she wasn’t familiar with the ways of the North. She would mostly easily navigate blindly and they would be able to kill her and teach Daenerys a lesson. Rumors appeased him for he wasn’t sure the low nobles he paid to do the siege would succeed. But they did. Bäahal was dead and surely the queen was losing her mind by now. Surely they would be able to pierce through her defense and foment another plot to directly attack and depose the queen. Oh... Sweet revenge!  Sweet sweet revenge. Would you come and appease a tormented man and his sons?

 

-TBC-

DOYA : On the road to Pluto: Dynamic Duo

 

DOYA : On the road to Pluto: Dynamic Duo

A/N: that little case in between their search for Pluto went well. despite a rocky fight, Oya and Dean managed to kick ass. All usual disclaimers

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Oya and Dean were standing a few steps away from the other. Both had their shirts covered with blood -most of it from the werewolves they were hunting-. Oya was holding onto her butcher’s knife so hard that she didn’t notice her nails sunk into the skin of her palm. Her huge hazel eyes were staring at her partner, Dean, who was standing up with his gun and angel blade in both hands. He too seemed to have made quite a mess and from what she could see, he wasn’t seriously injured. She sighed with relief, knowing that they were both okay. Dean’s chest heaved up and down as he was assessing Oya’s body. He noticed the torn shirt on her right side and what seemed to have been deep scratches. She probably didn’t notice that she had been injured during the fight. He also noticed the bruises on her face, the swollen left side of her cheek due to trauma, and the blood that was dripping from her head. Did she get hit there?

 

Oya followed his gaze but didn’t understand his concern. She felt fine and he looked fine. Although upon further assessment, he seemed to have been injured too. She noticed the bruises on his face, the scratches, on his left cheek, and what seemed to have been bite marks on his shoulder. Neither of them seemed to have been left unscathed from the encounter but they were alive and they got rid of the small werewolf pack that was terrorizing this little town in South California. It looked like a job well done and it was enough for Oya to claim it as a successful day. As they were catching their breath, his emerald eyes looked down at the five bodies that were laying on the floor. The case was a simple one, people were abducted and turned up dead for a month straight.  After a little investigation, Oya and Dean managed to find out the secret lair of those murderous monsters and decided to put an end to their rampage of violence. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezing or so they thought. The fight turned out to have been far more difficult than they first assessed.

 

Oya was grateful for the case because it took her away from Pluto and the god’s shenanigans. She was able to take her confidence back and prove to herself that she was still a capable hunter. She knew that it would take a couple more cases like this one to truly put behind her the trauma of almost dying. She was, however, relieved to see that she still got it. She was an incredible hunter and the bloodbath caused by their fight against werewolves was a testament to her might.  Her eyes searched Dean’s and when they locked eyes, she finally cracked a soft smile and walked towards him.  Her free hand slowly moved up so she could put it against his chest.

 

« Are you alright ? »

 

« I’m okay. A couple of bruises, perhaps some scratches and ouch… a bite. » -He said as he glanced at his shoulder- « Nothing I can’t survive. » He paused and gently cupped her non-swollen cheek after he put his knife back into the back of his jeans. « You ? »

 

« I guess I’m okay ?... She then sighed in relief as he gently stroked her cheek.

 

« You look badass with all that blood over you. » -He genuinely thought his words. He’d seen her in action again and it was great. Oya was a natural fighter, one who mastered the blades as no other person could. She fought against those beasts like Bruce Lee, with a mix of power and elegance that didn’t go unnoticed by him. He couldn’t help but watch her as she kicked ass and took names. He couldn’t help but admire his partner and the energy she put into whatever she wanted to. Oya was driven.

 

« I look disgusting with all that blood! Look at us! we’re soaked to the bone. I need a shower and so do you! »

 

She snarled but smiled at him in a little smug smile. Dean was awesome when he fought monsters. He caught her attention back when they first met at the vampire nest. Since then, Oya had always set her eyes on him. She loved the way he used his guns and knives. Loved the way he took advantage of his surroundings. Dean was resourceful and he always looked great when kicking ass. He was the Winchester, the golden hunter who defied the odds. Hunters looked up to Dean and wanted to reach his level and yet it never got into the dirty blonde’s hunter mind. Instead, he still managed to be impressed by the other hunters' skills. Oya finally noticed that she was clenching her knife. This fight tonight wasn’t as easy as she had wished it to be. They were overwhelmed, at least at one point she could have been seriously injured. Her knife wasn’t as sharp as it used to be due to intense use of it so she made a mental note to sharpen it once they returned home. She was distracted a few times, thus getting her sides clawed up by the werewolves. She shrugged and furrowed her brows.  Dean grabbed her other cheek, entangling his fingers with her blood-soaked locks.

 

« We look disgusting, we smell like shit but you know what ? I’ll take it as a win, we saved a lot of people tonight, together. »

 

« Always… » -She repeated with a soft smile on her lips. They would need to bury the monsters and check with the victims. Ten people, mostly two families of three, a runaway teenager boy, and three adults were crying and holding onto each other. Shellshocked by their kidnapping and the revelation that monsters were real, they would need some pep-talk and comfort from the hunters as well as the promise to keep this a secret to not let the world crumble into chaos. That was Oya’s specialty. She had a knack at talking to people and convincing them of the most outrageous, yet she still was holding onto her knife in such a defensive way that Dean just needed to make sure she was doing alright before he let her go and talk to those strangers.

 

« Do you think you’re ready to talk to them? » Oya shook her head and looked at her hand dramatically. « It’s okay…it’s okay. I’ll go and talk to them. » -Oya shook her head and pulled him into a tight hug. Dean instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed her against his chest, disregarding the fact the was smelly, soaked with blood and dirt from the earlier fight. Oya didn’t care, so neither did he. « Okay.. we’ll go together then. » She nodded and gently ran her hands over his back, stroking it gently. « We’ll go together. »

 

And he took her to the victims, closely followed by the ebony hunter who looked as he started to talk to those people. She nodded and added a few words to his short explanations and sighed in relief as they all agreed to keep what happened that night to themselves, arguing that nobody would ever believe them so there was no need to share this information. The night was almost dying as sunrise was about to come but despite the exhaustion, both Oya and Dean were happy about the outcome of their fight. The case was handled well, just as they needed it. Pluto might still be waiting at a corner, thye were ready for him.

 

-TBC-