GoT (Kyra x Baahal) : Gold and Silver letter 3

 A/N: I loved the letter so much. here is Bäahal's response to it

xxxxx

My dearest Kyra,

 

Words cannot do justice to how I feel. I am eternally grateful to hear from you and see that you’re somehow doing decently.  I understand how burdensome your duties are and that they are taking most of your time and attention. Don’t fret, I am not holding this against you. On the contrary, I’m humbled you managed to take some time to write back to me.  I believe the gods did listen to you because I have been recovering pretty well since I left your shores. I have gained some of the weight I had lost and it had been good to me. Your prayers are warming my heart and I return your affection tenfolds.

 

It is true that I sometimes feel very isolated, mostly because I couldn’t confide in her the way I wished I could. I wasn’t expecting her to be pleased with the news, just as we discussed. However, I hoped she would at least let me talk to her and defend my case. I learned the hard way that she wouldn’t let me, not now… not yet.  I feel your absence within the walls of the Red Keep but I pray the seven that at least you are doing okay and we will be reunited at some point.  I appreciate and am grateful to read such wonderful words of support from you. They mean the world to me and I would cherish them. You are very wise and you speak the truth. Jaime himself warned me about the hatred the people had towards him. He said it made him an easy target and therefore I would become one. I can see why nobody is thrilled about this outcome.

 

I have new developments regarding this situation. I have to remain hidden. So far our enemies are not aware of my survival and according to Jon, it’s a tactical advantage. To make it successful, I cannot be seen outside of the walls of the Red Keep and protect myself so only a handful of trustworthy people would be aware of my presence in the castle. Jon was disheartened to hear that I’ve been betrayed by the guards my sister entrusted my life with. He said he would conduct a very thorough investigation to see if we have more traitors in the castle. I can write to you using your brother Tyrion’s canal of communication. Since it’s secured, there is little to no chance that our enemies would intercept the letters.

 

We’ve made good progress, walking me through the last days before the siege, and Jaime and I have singled out one prominent family. I cannot dare write their name but they have been affiliated with both our houses. Given how important this house is, we cannot simply accuse them of conspiracy, hence why Jon and Jaime would investigate and I would remain in the castle.. how pitiful, I wanted to help uncover their identities and assist in the scene where their red faces would betray them. I guess I would have to rely on the faithful account of Jon and Jaime. I will keep you posted. Here I am, blushing like a teenage girl upon reading that I am in love with your brother. This is true. I love him with all my heart and to be very honest with you, this makes me absolutely happy to know that I am capable of feeling love and being loved too. I cherish those émotions and I also cherish the fact I have family and friends.

 

I am very embarrassed. Upon reading you, it felt as if I was whining about my situation and feeling pity on myself. I do not take lightly the fact you have such a weight on your shoulders. I don’t deny the dangerous position you all are in. Lord Tyrion is risking his neck to protect you and Jaime and I know the very same could be said for either Jaime and you. You are a tight-knit family, with genuine love and care and I couldn’t act as if my plight was the most important thing in the world. Yes, any wrong move from my side and I might doom you all. That’s why I chose not to push for a conversation with my sister. As a matter of fact, I cannot stay in the same room as her without crying due to the stress and anguish this whole situation makes me feel. I want to protect you, I need to make sure that my best friend in the whole world is alive and well and the only man I’ve ever loved stays alive. So, I won’t push. I will follow your advice and wait for her to come around.


You are absolutely right, however. You must protect your family at all costs and we’ve discussed this already with Jaime. We would follow whatever order Daenerys would give us. If she refuses him, then I will let him go. I will let him go and make sure that she wouldn’t direct her anger at you. If anything, I was the one who fell in love with him and the one who somehow, made him speak his truth to me too. It’s my responsibility to ensure that my decisions don’t impact you. Yet, as I write those words, it would be a lie to say that my heart isn’t breaking upon reading them. I would accept her decision, even if it breaks my heart because true love is also being able to sacrifice one’s comfort and dreams to ensure that the recipient of such love is alive, safe, and sound. Enough about me, let me focus on you for a bit.

 

I do not like what I read. I do not like the idea of you being forced into a loveless marriage in order to ensure your safety and the stability of your ruling. Yes, you might not be a tyrant like your father and sister used to be. Yes, you might not be a man like Tyrion is, that doesn’t make you less important or less suitable for the position. Kyra, you are one of the most intelligent, cunning, graceful, and beautiful women I’ve had the pleasure to know. You are someone who was born to rule and carry the fate of many on your shoulders. I cannot even begin to understand the level of stress you might be under. I understand that the situation is very fragile and you must be on your guard every single day and I hate to imagine you go through such pain all because some men refused to be ruled by a woman. How….weak-minded they are. Their egos prevent them from seeing your greatness and this bothers me a great deal. I know it isn’t the West but Lord Bronn proved to be a great ally to your brother. Jaime hid within the walls of his castle and was well fed, clothed, and bathed. I assume that since it was genuine perhaps Lord Bronn could help you out? besides, you’re absolutely his type so I can’t see him reject your request.

 

I cannot wait until I can leave this place, so I could come to visit you and we could actually relax our minds and enjoy our lives a little bit. I would have fled to your Castle and fried one or two arseholes if that was what you needed. Since it’s not diplomatic, I guess we’d try another way. My heart is with you, always. I cannot wait until I can leave this place (yes, I wrote it twice !) so I could visit you. There is much we have to tell each other and we could use some comfort. Until I can do this, please, accept my tender thoughts and prayers for your well-being. Let me know if you’ve ever considered marrying someone and who that person might be.


Please, rest assured of my eternal friendship.

Bäahal Targaryen
Princess of the Seven Kingdoms 

GoT: Iron Princess

 GoT Iron princess :

 

A/N: I love them so much.

 

Xxxxx

 

Bäahal was at her window, staring at the sky and the distant shore from it, a glass of wine in her hand. She wasn’t a heavy drinker but would occasionally drink a glass or two to calm her nerves. Things weren’t that bad, considering that she was still able to write letters to Lady Kyra -using the secret pipeline lord Tyrion was using- and spend some more time with her relatives. Lord Tyrion gave her very valuable advice when he told her to not hide from her family but instead spend some time with them, rekindle their connection and soothe both her heart and theirs. It worked miraculously since she was sharing meals with them every day and had noticed a shift in the tone of their conversations. Daenerys seemed more relaxed around her and allowed herself to show more than just proper anger. Doubts left the princess’ mind once she noticed that the Silver Queen still cared for her, regardless of who she was in love with. Not too long ago, news of the potential upcoming death reached the ears of her sister and if it had not been for Lord Tyrion, Jon, Varys, and her closest companions, Daenerys would have fled to the siege and burn everyone to a crisp. So, deep under the anger, there was a relief and the fear to subject her to more harm. Bäahal understood.

 

She couldn’t blame her sister for wanting to preserve one of the last two relatives she had left. She couldn’t possibly blame her for wanting to protect Bäahal from heartbreak or even worse. Loving Jaime was akin to putting a target on her back and given that she almost escaped death once, there was a chance that she might not be so lucky if she pursued this relationship. Jaime was probably the most feared and the most hated man of all Westeros. There were thousands of people who would want to have a piece of him to get revenge on what Cersei made them experience. It wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine how many would take the opportunity to hurt him by hurting her. The princess took a sip of wine and yanked her head back. As a matter of fact, what she had to arm herself with would be patience. Everyone advised her to be patient and give her sister the time to heal from the sheer shock panic and anger she was feeling upon her return. Bäahal could wait, most of her life had been spent waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. What could be worse? She believed that she was actually having it easy, all things considered.

 

She had the luxury to fall in love. She had the luxury to have found someone who genuinely loved her and was willing to give anything he could to ensure her safety. She heard rumors, bits, and pieces of information coming from Lord Tyrion or even Jon. Jaime agreed with Jon in not taking her to the battlefield this time. With the news of her death spreading around the country, it would be a serious tactical advantage not to debunk those rumors. The culprits would feel comfortable and the glee in their faces would become far easier to notice. They wouldn’t see the truth coming and wouldn’t think Jon and Jaime were on their trail. She had to remain hidden in the castle, protect herself just so only the most trustful souls would be aware of her existence and survival. Another life locked in a gilded cage, but at least this time she was given time to prepare and accommodate herself to the situation. She could do it, deep down, Bäahal was certain that she could endure staying at the Red Keep. She would be close to her sister, would be able to see the dragons and heal properly. She could regain her weight, look decent perhaps even beautiful again. What made this situation difficult, however, was the fact that she could potentially lose Jaime.

 

He could die, yes, but so could Jon too. Part of what made the conversation she had with Jon so difficult was that she didn’t want to lose Jaime. The thought itself made her skin crawl. Could Fate be so cruel and separate the two of them forever?  she took another sip of wine and sighed deeply. Well… if that ever happened she would be grateful because she would have had something just for herself. She would have fallen in love and been loved in return. Come to think of it, she truly fulfilled her mother’s last wish. She found a family of her own, was no longer a slave, was treated well by people who cared for her and on top of it, all was able to fall in love and find joy in such a jaded world. Her mother’s wishes came true. Bäahal was happy, and she felt incredibly lucky to have found people she could call family and who would sacrifice everything they had to find her. She found Love, wasn’t it the greatest treasure? She would be strong, for her sake and Jaime’s. she would be strong and believe he would come back to her. She refused to believe that they both endured so much only to have their lives cut short. She refused to know that Jaime went to Hell and came back from it, only to suffer some more. They were due a happy ending even though they would suffer tremendously in order to get it. Just as the Iron Princess's thoughts led her to this conclusion, the door opened and as she turned her head she saw the knight who came for a short-lived visit. The sight of his face brought a smile to her lips and she turned around completely.

 

« Jaime you’re here… »

 

And here, he was, indeed.

 

-TBC-

GoT (modern): Disenchantment

 GoT modern : Disenchantment

 

A/N: Welp…. I love them so much. You can’t blame me for this :p this one is, however, rather sad but necessary. Bäahal needs to see the bad in order to appreciate the good she has with Jaime and Kyra. 

Xxx

 

Sunday, 4 pm,  The Targaryen Palace.

 

 

Bäahal was sitting on one of the garden’s benches. She took Drogon and Rhaegal out for a nice walk and let them loose in the green. She watched from afar as they were running after one another, barking, playing, and cuddling. She was wearing casual clothes, a pair of black leggings and a grey sweatshirt. Her hair was tied on a messy bun and she had her phone on her lap. Her purple eyes were scanning the screen that was buzzing with notifications. Social media was on fire that day. Her siblings made the headlines, as usual. Yet this time, she felt that they have been a little more discreet than usual. There was no scandal involving Viserys, no headlines about the « Silver Queen » Daenerys Targaryen. No, this time, they simply spotted her siblings to very neutral places -restaurants, theatres- and in the best company possible. For once, there was no story about how terrible Bäahal had been this week or the latest issue she had with another heir or heiress. For once she wasn’t even in those tabloids which had her sigh in relief.

 

It wasn’t usual for her not to have her name slandered in the press. Tabloids were there for a reason and it was to give the mean-spirited souls a means to mock the celebrities and feel superior. So many rumors went on about her supposed surprise pregnancy at the hands of a random sexual partner. So many rumors went on about her supposed homosexuality and some even said she was part of a racist cult that used her for sexual race-play. And when rumors weren’t of a sexual nature, they speculated about the circumstances of her birth or spoke about the traumatic childhood she had with her step-family.  Most of the time Bäahal ignored them, especially when they brought Elia's topic back to the spotlight. She had suffered enough at the hands of those bastards cried her heart out, bled open until she moved on. it was very difficult to have her life exposed like that, to see her wounds and shortcomings.

 

One day, a distant relative told the press she was nicknamed « Lonely » by her late step-mother and since then, whenever Bäahal faced some hardship, she had the name plastered all over the news. She learned to ignore it over time, but it still pinched her heart to read her name and the vile words attached to it. She noticed that it hit even differently to read the headlines regarding Jaime and Kyra Lannisters. A while ago, she wouldn’t have cared for those words. And what about Jaime and his supposed incestuous relationship with his twin? what about Kyra and her latest scandal involving a suitor she turned down? what about Jaime’s supposed affair with a model she hadn’t heard about?  well…today she took each headline at heart. She didn’t like the way the media treated both Jaime and Kyra. She hated the fact they were scrutinizing their bodies, commenting on it as if they owned it. She reviled the false rumors about the Lannister family and the « scandals » hidden by the mainstream media. It took a turn to the gross and the conspiracies because people couldn’t fathom such a fortune and needed to shit on the name. It also strangely turned into an obsession, especially when a relationship was suspected. Bäahal hated reading those headlines when it came to Jaime.

 

She scrolled down the news, relieved to see that there was nothing about a potential affair with a model. There was, however, a big headline she read: « Interview with the new oil tycoon Elias Sand of Dornes: his wedding, his business and the fantastic regimen he follows for his good looks ». Elias Sand….Elias…her ex. the tagline that was supposed to be his quote nearly gave her a heart—attack « leaving Bäahal Targaryen was the best and worst thing I’ve ever done. » Her heart sank deep and she put the phone away for a minute. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she could feel her heartbeats go faster and harder inside her ribcage. Should she read this article? She checked again the name of the newspaper that headlined such an article and found that it was the Westeros Times, a really serious newspaper. Her lips trembled and she put the phone away once again. Why was he still having such an impact on her after all those years? why was she hurting still?

 

She tapped her knee with her fingers, going faster and faster as anxiety overwhelmed her. She had to take a look, read what he said. She had to help her heart heal from what he did to her. Elias used to be the love of her life, the man she was going to marry, the one she wanted to build a life with, and he destroyed everything without much of an explanation. He just left her, screamed at her that she wasn’t worthy of his love nor time. He managed to keep his distance from her and she was able to heal and move on. She was able to put him behind her, rebuild her confidence, lookout for the best and try and be happy. Jaime happened and he truly helped her blossom into a better version of herself. She had moved on and accepted that he had chosen a different path. She was fine with him getting married, she was even fine with him staying at Dornes. What she wasn’t fine with, was to still have her name attached to his. She didn’t want to be reminded of what she lost but rather what she gained. And he had the audacity to bring her name back?

 

Finally, Bäahal flipped her phone over and started to read the article. It was everything she feared it would be. A low blow, a punch in the guts. He had just listed all the success he had since he broke up with Bäahal, stated that she was holding him back, and didn’t allow him to mature enough to make his own business. He stated that he was a far happier man since he left her and met his wife. Oh, he got married and she was able to see the pictures of the lavish wedding they had and the smiles on his sweet wife’s face. A Westerosi.. he married a Westerosi after he told her that he wouldn’t and she was the only one who made him fall in love. This…this she couldn’t take. As she silently cried, the silver-haired woman kept reading his interview, would he say something positive about her ? would he at least acknowledge that it was hard to part ways with her ?  the more she read, the more Bäahal realized he wasn’t going to say anything good about their relationship. He called it puppy love. He said that she was the first person to ever love him and this love allowed him to be ready for true love: his wife. Bäahal threw her phone against a tree, smashing the screen as she slid her finger into her hair and started to scream and cry harder. What an asshole! what a terrible cunt! how could he say something like this? why was he lying? why was he lying ??????? why was he right ???

 

-TBC-

COPG: Life of Elpis " blossom"

 Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Blossom

 

A/N: Just been thinking of our babies. I really miss them. 

 

Xxxxxxx

 

One couldn’t simply wish for their weapon to appear. Elpis was eager to put her hands on the weapon designed by her beloved. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine and bring a faint smile to her face. She knew Pride would focus on making her weapon to the best of his abilities. It would be a unique artifact, one able to slice through the divine flesh of her siblings, and perhaps, through the skin of her mother. She was so excited by the fact she could finally have her own weapon and join her beloved in the war he would bring to the doors of her childhood home that she had trouble keeping herself entertained in the new place they settled in. She was sitting on a long chair at the beach, contemplating the fleeting existence of humanity as mortals were enjoying the salty water and hot sand.

 

Here she laid, an ivory bikini enhancing the natural glow of her black skin. Here she laid, with her long curly pink locks neatly braided in one giant braid styled in a high ponytail. Here she was, a pair of sunglasses on her nose and a straw hat on her head, pretending to be human. She was sunbathing, a book in her hand as she was trying to enjoy the weather and soak in the pure energy of the Earth. Elpis was feeding on the energy present in the mortal realm. Ever since her abilities had been unlocked, her connection to the world grew stronger over the weeks spent on the mortal plane. Along with it, came new powers and feats she never thought she would be capable of. The goddess sat on the long chair, straightening her back and allowing her pink curls to her chest and back. She looked at her book and put it on her lap.

 

A weapon could have corrected the wrongs she experienced in the past. Back then, she was so vulnerable to the whims of other gods. Goosebumps covered her divine flesh and she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. Back then…Leviathan tried to force himself on her. She remembered perfectly the day, the fear, the helplessness, and the shock at what her brother was trying to do. Ishtar came to her rescue on that day and severely beat up Leviathan. The God of the Oceans learned his lesson and never tried to do this again but it left a scar in her heart. She learned not to trust anyone, especially when they were her kin.  Another major incident would have to be the one with Ares. She had been rescued by Pride and had been with him for quite some time now. She remembered the sheer pain and terror she felt as Ares laid his hands on her, beat her in order to break her spirit. She remembered how defiant she was and how brave too but even bravery had its limits and couldn’t protect her forever from the god’s desire.

 

Both situations could have taken a turn to the worst, had she not been rescued by people who cared enough about her. But perhaps the worst of them all had to be when Ishtar stabbed her and cursed her with the Dagger of Fate. If she could have had her weapons that day. If she had trained in order to know how to use them correctly.. perhaps she would have protected herself better… perhaps she wouldn’t have been cursed.. the thoughts brought tears to her eyes and the goddess wiped them out with the back of her hands. No…she would never be made to feel this way again. She would never be made to be this weak again. There was tremendous power hidden inside her. A power she had only tapped into once, against the Sumerian gods. She would have a weapon worthy of her rank and power. She would finally be the equal of all those gods. The thought made her smile through her tears. There was Hope there. There was Hope.

 

She took solace in the fact that she wasn’t the same being anymore. Her curse forced her to mature and face the harsh reality of this world. Her curse gave her 2000 years to contemplate Life and analyze her life to the tiniest details. She realized that her whole life had been a lie most of it that are. She was better off these days, with her mind clear and her senses sharp and ablaze. She was better off these days, with her beloved by her sides. She was better off…yet, her heart sank as she faced the fact that she was planning the slaughter of the surviving siblings. Would things be different if Ayasha hadn’t been this ambitious and Ishtar this gullible? Would she still be living at Home? with an old version of Pride, she no longer loved? Those were questions that would never have an answer, but the reality of her life was that she was grateful, in a way, for this second chance because the Pride she found was a Pride she fell in love with. A mature relationship. A truthful one. It was different… better than what existed prior to this.

 

So, the feeling of being alone vanished altogether. Yes her blood relatives would be dead but it had been 2000 years since they stopped being relatives. It had been 2000 years since Elpis realized she was indeed, alone. They had to die! they had to pay for what they did and not only would they pay for it, but Elpis would also take on the title that should be hers: All-Mother. It was a sign if the world wanted to be one with her. Even Life itself was abandoning her mother and choosing the daughter. Even Life itself wanted Elpis to become its champion. Even Life itself worked its mysterious ways to allow for the goddess to survive her ordeals. She deserved the title. She deserved the power. She deserved to go and rule by the sides of her beloved Superbia. She deserved to live. A smile crept on her lips and grew larger as she now noticed the presence of the Sin. Pride was standing a few steps away from her., so she waved her hand in a come-hither motion.

 

« Now that we are here perhaps we could take a moment to have fun together. »

 

« I’m all ears. » -He simply replied, untying his necktie as he came closer-

 

-TBC-

Doya : On the road to Pluto: Meeting Rowena

 On the road to Pluto: Meeting Rowena :

 Things are slowly moving. As promised, after the end of their mission, Dean contacted Rowena and is looking for a proper "alliance". Oya doesn't feel good about having the witch with them at the bunker. Despite her hesitancy, she accepted the plan nonetheless. Things are a little tense.  I have missed my babies. 

Xxxxx

 

It was better to work with the asshole you knew than the asshole you didn’t know. Dean had a point yet Oya was still having trouble with it. She was wary of the inclusion of Rowena the Witch because she couldn’t trust her. Dean didn’t trust Rowena but at the same time, she was their best chance at fighting Pluto. She was extremely knowledgeable and her long-time issue with her son, Crowley, could be used to keep each other at bay. If anything, they would want her help because she was their best chance at staying alive at this point. Oya was very aware of that fact, but she was still nauseous about the whole plan. Rowena was a difficult woman, at times and her help always came with a price to pay. What would she request in exchange for her help? what would Dean and Team Free Will have to do to ensure her loyalty? Could someone like Rowena be loyal and if yes, to what if not herself? Oya felt herself sigh in frustration as she crossed her arms above her chest and leaned against the massive table of the War room.

 

Dean walked towards her and rested his hand on her shoulder. Oya was visibly upset and he couldn’t blame her for being this way. Why would he, when she was right to be upset? The last time they helped Rowena, she double-crossed them and allied with her son to gain an old artifact he found for her. He still held grudges against the redhead but knew that this time, since mother and son were at odds, and there was a bigger benefit to save the world from a pagan god, Rowena would be less inclined to betray them. He would prepare for that eventuality and has already been looking for leverage with the help of Castiel and The New Grim Reaper Billie. Getting her to collaborate with them had not been an easy road, given that Billie vowed to never intervene in the mortal plane but she made an exception for this matter. It was, after all, a matter of survival. Dean gently stroked Oya’s back and looked at her as she lifted her head to look up at him.

 

« It’s almost time. »

 

« I know… still doesn’t mean I like it. » -She whispered while her left arm wrapped around his waist and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Rowena used that opportunity to walk into the room, unannounced-

 

« Finally! Here you are, dearies. I’ve been lookin’ at ya! »

 

Her exuberance and false positive-tone irked Oya who felt goosebumps cover her skin. She nodded at Rowena, greeting her silently while the redhead put her bag on the large table. She pulled a chair and sat on it. Her bright blue eyes studied the ebony hunter with attention. Oya’s anger was always the easiest emotion to spot on her face, for Oya allowed anger to be seen. She allowed others to see when she was disgusted disappointed or angry. Those were easy feelings and usually helped cover the rest of her émotions with a nice thick blanket of anger. It made her harder to read which benefited the hunter. With Rowena, anger always easily came to her face. It wasn’t just the fact she hated witches. Her anger also stemmed from the last betrayal pulled by the redhead and the fact she was related to Crowley. Rowena noticed that Oya couldn’t handle Hell. The very idea of it scared the ebony hunter. The very thought of whatever pain and tortures Dean and Sam endured in Hell was enough to make her feel angry and helpless. It happened eons ago, at a time when Oya wasn’t even in the united states and yet, she still felt heartbroken on behalf of her other half.

 

Rowena noticed the bond between the two hunters. She realized that Dean was very close to Oya, even closer than he let on, and considered the utility of such information in the future. Dean clenched his jaw and walked closer to the witch who followed him with her blue orbs. He threw a few files on the desk in front of her and patted the heavy wooden table where Rowena was sitting at. She looked at him and grinned slowly. Oya observed her and noticed the glee in her eyes as she was studying the couple from her seat. It became obvious to the ebony hunter that Rowena was trying to find a way to have some leverage on Dean so down the road she would be able to impose her will on them. She walked closer to Dean, never going further just so she could keep a safe distance between the witch and herself.

 

« Well, let’s not waste any more time, shall we? I understand why you’d need my help. I have started to gather the knowledge on Pluto that I can dispose of. » 

 

« This pagan god is far more powerful than the other pagan gods we had to fight. We realized that he was seeking human worship for his source of power. »

 

« Well, some of it yes. A pagan god is by nature far more powerful than any other monster you’ve faced. It’s still less powerful than any biblical creature.  It is,  after all,  a world of good old God. » She sneered. « But he definitely found a way to overcome his limitations. » -She then glanced at Oya- « I heard you were the one who faced him first? »

 

« Yes. I am. » -Oya sighed and moistened her bottom lip- « At the time I wasn’t aware of his true nature because he disguised himself as a vampire. I learned the truth the hard way. » -She averted her hazel gaze from Rowena to  the table- « How much magic do you know, Rowena. »

 

« Well… I have vast knowledge, dearie. I definitely could find inspiration in many other types of magic. I’m not limited. » -She curbed a brow- «Are you a witch? »

 

« I’m nothing like you ! » -Oya screamed and started to shake, having visible trouble to keep her composure- « I’m… I’m known as well and to some extent know how to use a few spells but that hardly qualifies as being a witch. » -She snarled and uncrossed her arms- « I have been looking into African magic, especially the books from my family and came across a very interesting spell. I was… considering… » -She couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Rowena's eyes grew wide as she noticed the clear struggle on the face of the young woman. Oh, Oya really hated witches, didn’t she? she really couldn’t stand being in the same room as Rowena. Her smile grew wider-

 

« Do I sense fear in you, sweetie ? » -Oya shook her head- « Or maybe is it difficult because you despise me so much. I can understand. I double-crossed you the last time we had a business together. » -She chuckled and shook her shoulders- « But could you blame me for wanting to stay alive? Crowley could have killed me, so I sought the best protection I could find. »

 

« That didn’t give you the right to lie to us! you gave us your word ! you gave /me/ your word and if a witch can’t keep her own word, what is her word worth? how could she earn our trust back? »

 

« With A leap of faith, maybe. »

 

« Enough! » -Dean cut them short, sensing that it would be spiraling out of control.- « We all have the same goal here, Rowena. We want to get rid of a very powerful pagan god. »

 

« I told you what I want. It’s a take it or leaves it situation. » She curbed her brow, which sent a shiver on both Dean and Oya's spines. Silence settled for a while, and Oya rolled her head and massaged the back of her neck. « Well… I understand that what I’m asking from you might be too difficult to deliver. Plus, you’ve said that this god’s goal is to enslave the whole world, right? I wouldn’t want to risk my freedom. » She then eyed the book of spells from Oya. « I understand it’s a family treasure, so I won’t ask for it. What I’d ask, however, would be the right to read and study this book. You’re right. I haven’t dabbled in African magic, nor do I know the spirits you work with very well. There is always a time to learn. » -She said with a sheepish smile.

 

Oya's eyes grew wider in size and she dropped her head down. She didn’t really like the request, thinking that Rowena would use it against them somehow. They were running out of time anyway, and she couldn’t take the risk to lose the help of the most powerful witch of the whole European side of the planet.- « Deal…. » Her voice was faint, almost a whisper but she held eye contact with the witch who stood up and spread her arms wide.

 

« Wonderful, dearie! I will start taking a look at the spells that could help us sever the connection between the god and the mortal plane. You would need it for him to become less powerful than he intends to become. In exchange, you will protect me until the threat is dealt with, and I would have access to your book. Seems more reasonable than asking for you to kill my son for me. » -She grinned widely and dropped her arms to look at Dean’s face.

 

« Fine. We can set up a room for you. The bunker is ours, so you’ll act like a guest and follow the house rules. » Rowena nodded and smirked, happy with the deal she had just made. « I can’t guarantee that Oya won’t try to bash your head in, however. She’s pretty upset. »

 

« I can see it just fine. I don’t blame her allergic reaction on me.  I have that effect on a lot of people. »

 

« You know I can hear you just fine, guys, do you ? » -Oya yanked her head back, still upset about the whole ordeal. « Dean is right however, I’ll keep an eye on you. One wrong move, Rowena, one Betrayal and you won’t have a face anymore. » -She then walked towards the door- « Pluto is not a joke. I tasted his power first hand and let me tell you that the glimpse I got was terrifying. He’s not like the other pagan gods you’ve faced before, not like any of those Dean fought. He’s different. He’s powerful and given the current state of the world, I’d say he’d find a way to become even more powerful. So… as much as it hurts me to say, we’re counting on you, Rowena. We do need your help to save the world. So do the sensible thing, save this planet your dumbass lives on. » -She said as she stormed out of the room-

 

Rowena shrugged her shoulders and chuckled nervously. She could totally see the danger in the hard gaze that Oya gave her. She knew the huntress would definitely do as she said and end the Witch’s life if she saw fit. She was determined and had a lot of spunk, yet something unequivocably sweet came from her. A kindness and true love for humans. It made her soft smile as she knew that Oya, despite her rough edges would make sure that she didn’t lose her life needlessly.  She turned to Dean and offered him a soft grin. Dean lifted a brow and shrugged.

 

« A feisty little one, isn’t she? I’m starting to see why you care so much for her. »

 

« Well, one thing that is certain with Oya is that she means her words. Don’t drop the ball Rowena, I really want to trust you on this. » -He then walked towards the door. Rowena didn’t even need to have confirmation that he cared for Oya. Dean’s defensive and elusive answer was enough to provide her the answer she was seeking. Perhaps, in the young woman laid the answers to all their questions. Perhaps.

-TBC-