Before you go -Smut-

 

I was afraid I could lose her. Perhaps this prompted me to desperately make love to her in a bid of keeping her with me. I knew she had to leave, she was needed, yet I was selfish in my desire to keep her to myself for one last night. My hips were thrusting forward, making sure I was buried deep inside her with each stroke. I was holding her legs with my powerful arms, keeping them spread while my fingers were digging into her supple flesh. She loved when I was passionate when I let her know without a word that I was ready to give her the whole universe if she asked me to. Her fingers were holding onto my shoulders, scratching the skin there as I hit a sensitive spot inside her. A growl, a moan and she opened her eyes to look at me. I watched intently, studying every curve of her face, every sound I could elicit. I watched as she was sweating, her hair was stuck to her face, sweat was beading on top of her delicious flawless ebony skin. God, She was fucking gorgeous!

 

I didn’t mind her nails on my skin, scratching so hard she drew blood to her fingers. I didn’t mind her louder and louder moans for they were music to my ears... I didn’t mind feeling her legs clench around my waist as I pounded into her sweet wet core. I wanted to speak to her, tell her how beautiful she was and how lost I would be once she leaves. I wanted to tell her that it’d been a while since we’ve been together and I had missed this intimacy. I had words, plenty of words that died at the back of my throat. I couldn’t speak, not when I was so deep into her warm folds.  Our kiss spoke for us. It was ferocious, delirious, a battle of wills. We were so into it that I forgot to stop and breathe. I wanted to devour her, taste her, become one even more. My hips bucked harder and her breasts jiggled underneath me while our kiss strangled our moans.

 

 

I was fucking her with urgency, far differently than usual. I think she understood how much I needed her and I guess she felt the same given her frantic hip thrusts matching mine. I wanted to love her and let her know that she would forever have a house in me. I was her home and she was mine. I supported her as she supported me. Perfect lovers, perfect harmony! yet words failed me.  Her screams, however, encouraged me, mostly because I knew she wasn’t much of a screamer and if I got her to that point, that meant I was doing a great job. She was losing control. Her folds were massaging my cock, milking it softly, and taking me straight to the edge. I knew I would cum. It only was a matter of minutes. I felt her feet against my calves and I bucked so hard that I swear to God, the bed cracked. I pushed her upwards, against the bed headrest and I stopped there.

 

I gasped, struggling to take my breath back. She spoke french, words I barely understood, and some who let me understand she was loving it. She was already close to the edge, just a nudge from me and she would also cum. I had to make her cum first. I had to make her surrender completely. I needed to gather my strength a minute. I felt sweat drop onto her chest, while my hair was soaked with it and stuck to my forehead and neck. She didn’t mind. Her soft and gracile hands cupped my cheeks and she stroked them. Her eyes, oh, those eyes… were staring at me as if there was a fire in them. It all started with her gaze anyway. The way she set her eyes on me, literally inviting me to our bedroom and let me know that she wanted me. How could I say no? It all started with them and it continued with them. That jolt of pleasure went down my spine as I  pressed my lips to hers in a searing kiss. I wasn’t myself anymore, I was an animal sex-driven and love lusting animal. I was completely hers. She could have asked me anything and I would have signed for it. She could have told me she wanted kids, I would have given them to her. Anything for my queen, anything for my beloved. But she didn’t ask for any of this. She simply caught her breath back and cupped both my cheeks in a soft embrace.

 

« I love you. » Was all she said. It was a quiet one. An assertive one. I guess a reminder of her feelings for me. They would never wane off, they would never end. They were here to stay. She loved me and I loved her. She spoke for us because words were still stuck at the back of my throat. All I could do was put our foreheads against the other and nod quietly. I knew she loved me, I knew she wouldn’t leave me and I was ready to let her go after she felt the same. So I resumed fucking her, picking up a slow and hard pace, hitting all the right spots inside her. I could feel her quivering pussy reaching its near completion. She was just an inch away from climaxing so I wrapped my hand around her throat, delicately so she wouldn't choke and suffocate. I encouraged her. My voice, gruff and low was now whispering to her ear, urging her to cum for me and she obliged. I felt the familiar squeeze and the warm eruption of her love juices. I felt her give in to me, chest jutted towards mine, back arched and feet on a frenzy. I watched her shut her eyes and moan loudly while her hands were holding onto me for dear life. She was beautiful, so beautiful when she came that I couldn’t help but thrust harder, riding her orgasm while about to reach mine. She said my name, several times -I lost count- and then, just when I least expected, stared at me with so much intensity I came undone and inside her.

 

I gave her my love that night. I gave her everything and she took it without hesitation. She took me in, all of me, and I was lost into her, all of her.

Crumbling

I want to tear my flesh apart.

How could you explain to someone who could not understand what you're going through? 

How could you tell them that you cannot for the love of Life stand your reflection in the mirror? 

How could you tell them that you cannot stand the very idea of you, the very brain you have?

How could you explain that you perceive your words to be twisted, an endless stream of lies and horror?

How do you face the coming night and the nightmares lurking in the shadows, ready to rip you apart?

How?.....

I want to tear my flesh apart. 

I want to make myself bleed. I need to feel the sting of self-loathing engulf me and numb my head.

I want to get rid of every trace of my being, churn it like butter, remain outside as I live inside.

A constant turmoil, a constant pain, with a face too dry to be able to cry the tears of relief. 

Nothing but pure agony, and silent tears at night curled up in my bed, or screams I cannot let out. 

I want to tear my flesh apart just so I would cease to exist finally. 

How do you explain this? How could you make them understand? 

Perhaps through the use of poetry, the use of words that are often ignored and overlooked. 

Perhaps... 

The desire for violence and the understanding that I am the only master of my catastrophe mix up

The desire to punish me for even breathing in a world that wasn't supposed to welcome me clings

The desire for the sweet relief of celestial beratement for my existence is calling me, teasing me

I am tempted to let myself slip, perhaps this time I wouldn't be useless and would hit the mark.

Perhaps this time I would be able to expiate the sin of my very existence. Perhaps I could hurt myself.

Through pain comes absolution and through absolution comes relief. I'm looking for relief.

I want to tear my flesh apart...

I want to get my comeuppance, finally, have someone tell me I deserve what's coming.

I guess that's the twisted words that decided to escape from my mind today, yesterday... tomorrow

I know those are the twisted words I need to fend off, push back, protect myself from.

I'm not a failure, I'm not a burden, I guess the small world that is my loved ones would mind my death.

I'm just exhausted, and so easily tempted. I'm just exhausted and unable to see through the smoke.

I'm just exhausted and crumbling from deep within.

Crumbling like a sandcastle, until somehow I build myself back up again. 

A sandcastle, how fitting...How terrifying... How true. 

TVD: Witch profile

Nëela's Little Corner (updated 2023)

 

A/N: All usual disclaimers. Updated profile since 2015

 

And here she comes! finally coming to life after so long!

 

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Main Faceclaim: Logan Browning

 

Other FC: Janelle Monae.

 

« I decided to channel my anger and pain into something positive. There’s nothing to gain in the darkness. »

 

 

Real Name: She forgot. Now she goes by the name Neela Olusegun.

  

Age: 825 years old.

 

 

Nationality: Her family was brought to Spain as slaves. She has since earned American nationality.

 

 

Special features: She has golden eyes, a sign of her curse.

 

Physical appearance: She's an average-sized, gorgeous African woman with a soft oval face, plump brown lips, and gorgeous curves. heavy bottom girl, this one.

 

Something noticeable about her: she has pink hair (but it’s a dye)

 

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

 

Alignment: chaotically good. She wants to protect and help others.  

 

 

Specie: Witch

 

 

Occupation: Herborist

 

 

Abilities:

 

 She is a powerful witch. She knows a variety of spells :

 

- Healing spells

- Fire/ Water/ Air/  Earth spells

- Telekinesis

- A few binding spells.

 

Skills:

 

-Nëela is a good listener

-She also knows her way around poison.

-She also has a very soothing presence and is an excellent listener.

 

 

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

 

She is a witch, so she's basically vulnerable to anything potentially lethal to humans.

Her curse is also extremely painful and renders her even more vulnerable to Silver. (as if she was a Lycan) and to Vervain (as if she were a vampire)

 

Education Skills: Her parents and Coven taught her all she knew about anatomy and spells. She has a vast knowledge she puts to use to prepare unguent and potions that could help others.

 

 

Family:

 

 

Mother and father: Deceased, killed by Klaus

 

Extended Family: Deceased, killed by Klaus

 

Boyfriend/Life-Partner: None but she's having a thing with Klaus.

 

Universe: The Vampire Diaries

 

 

Personality:

 

 

 

Nëela was traumatized by the killing spree of Klaus that left her an orphan.  She used to be very sweet and genuinely open to others before the attacks. Unfortunately, she became a recluse following this event. When her coven banned her from helping Elijah, she shut down completely and raised walls to protect herself from being hurt again. It took her about 800 years to open up again and learn how to trust others and be of help.

 

She is brave, dedicated, and outspoken. She’s also very stubborn and would never give up until she realizes that there is nothing more she can do. She isn’t dominant but she isn’t easy to bend either. For her, words are important and when she gives her word she makes sure to keep it. She also trusts people who give their words and would punish them if they betray her.

 

She does have a softer and sensual side, once you get to know her. She's kind, soft, considerate, and compassionate. Her jokes are sometimes awful but she doesn’t mind. She also can get drunk but becomes either feisty or bitter depending on the topic.  She longs for companionship but is very cautious about it because she doesn’t want to hurt others and she doesn't want to be hurt too.

 

 

Fictional Character Biography:

 

There are a lot of things Nëela doesn't want to talk about. Her life has been a succession of pain and suffering. She lost her family to Klaus during one of his rampages. She almost got assaulted but was rescued by Elijah who seized the opportunity to have a witch indebted to him. Helping the Mikaelsons cost her a lot because it led to her coven cursing her for an eternal life of suffering. It led to Elijah isolating her and using her to protect his family and for her to live a life of solitude. In those 800 years, Nëela met several people and supernatural creatures and tried to make connections with them and with humans but it always led to her being hunted down and excluded.  Oh and to top it off, she has several rogue witches who have been hunting her down to eliminate her. When would she know peace? She met Klaus and the two started off an uncanny relationship, giving each other company (which they so desperately are looking for)

 

Recent History:

 

After what seemed like Klaus standing her up, Nêela realized that he had been kidnapped by an association of witches and werewolves and went to his rescue. She's contemplating leaving Mystic Falls and following Klaus but isn't sure that it's the right thing to do. Two rogue witches are after her and at Mystic Falls's door. 

 

 

 

Trivia:

 

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-         She is touch-deprived and doesn’t have the opportunity to give her affection to anyone.

 

-          She’s starting to develop friendships with Elena, Caroline, and Bonny.

 

-          She became one of  Elijah’s friends and allies over the years.

 

-          She smells like roses

 

-          She is an exquisite cook.

 

Upon returning to your roots

 16 years...

That's how long it took for me to go back home, to Cameroon. 16 years.  It's a year away from being a strong parallel to when I came to France for an indefinite time.  I was 17 when I left Cameroon and 16 years later, I will return home. It's a lifetime. it's a whole teenager. As I am going back home, I realize that I am terrified. Home for me has always been the people, not really the place. I can feel at home anywhere as long as I have my loved ones around. Yet, I have a very special bond with the country where I was born. The country I grew up in. the country I left for France.  I am French, yes, by blood but I am also first and foremost Cameroonian and this is something I don't think would change over time. so I am excited about returning home, to visit my parents (instead of them coming to see us), to visit my old place, to remember how things were, and acknowledge where I come from and everything I've accomplished since. 

It's exciting yet, a tiny part of me is still afraid. I've been thinking long and hard about the reasons for such panic. I'm guessing it's anxiety playing its tricks, perhaps depression adding something up but I think that it's mostly the idea of coming back home,  a different person. It's to take a look back at everything I've been through. the good, the very good, the bad, and the ugly. Part of me judges me so harshly, speak of my life in terrible terms, throwing rocks at my confidence until it's nothing but dust. that's the usual shit I'm dealing with so I'm used to it. Another part of me can see all the good things I did, all the good things that I am but the clouds around me are still too dark for me to see the clear sky. the real sky.  Come to think of it, I'm starting to think that what I'm feeling the most and the root of my anxiety is definitely Shame. I feel ashamed of not having been able to return before. I guess it was a mix of reasons and events that made it hard for my sisters and me to come home. I am aware that it was virtually impossible for us to return home before now, I still feel like a prodigal daughter. go figure. 

 16 years is a lot and it's difficult to process what's going through my mind. I am excited because I will discover a changed country (not so in terms of politics but very much so in terms of infrastructures), I will bask again in the warmth that I remember about my hometown, I will formally introduce my parents to my Main Husband. I will make new memories of the city that saw me grow up throughout 17 years.  I guess it's poetic in a way. It's a neat end of a cycle. Tonight, as I write those lines, I am in full panic but I'm trying to organize my thoughts. (hence the text), I think that tomorrow when I would be calmer, I would be able to realize that I would have the privilege to come back and tell my dear beloved country just how much I have lived. I want it to know just how far I came from and how I managed to make a good life despite everything happening. 

It's going to be beautiful, I cannot wait to document the trip next year. 

May 

GoT: (modern): Dancing Queen

 A/N: She loves to dance, she's good at it and she definitely wants him to watch her dance in public but that's not possible.... yet. 

xxxxx

Jaime and Bäahal's secret Lair (in reality, Jaime's place), Saturday, 7 pm.

Jaime was enjoying a glass of wine on the leather couch. The day had been rather busy and the silver fox wanted nothing more than a good weekend of rest. He grew tired of the countless business request and sycophants who wanted a shot at fame by getting close to him. It was part of the game, and as a business shark at the head of an empire of his own right, he couldn't escape the grinder. Jaime had to navigate between being the son of the ferocious Tywin Lannister who had to inherit the family estate, and being his own person with his own business and best interest at heart. It was exhausting to keep things from his family but for the moment it was the best decision he had ever made. Come to think of it, it was probably the second-best decision he had ever made, the first one is seeking the company of Bäahal Targaryen when they first met at the club. 

He couldn't actually believe his eyes nor would he believe anyone who would have told him that the pair would have intense and instant chemistry. From the moment they met there was something, a sparkle that drew them towards each other. He remembered the dance they shared, the heat radiating from her body, the sighs, the musky scent from him, the soft and supple skin of hers, and her dangerous curves that could drive any angel mad. He remembered her smiles, her boldness, and the way her hips swayed.  She was a dancing queen, his black aphrodite with flawless ebony skin that seemed to glow under the artificial light of the nightclub. She was one of the eight wonders, with her silver hair that shone like a jewel that crowned her face and her amethyst eyes that were intensely staring at him. And that mouth of hers... 

that mouth of hers... 

He untied his tie as he heard the first notes of music hit the living room. He knew Bäahal loved to dance. It was her thing after all. They had not seen each other for a few weeks and Jaime had been missing her. Both were busy, but the Lannister found himself missing her and craving her presence. He wanted to spend time with her, see her smile, and run his fingers through her hair. he wanted to kiss her, let his hands roam over her body, hear her moan his name, or have her stare at him with a warm smile on her face. He was comfortable with her, and that was something he had not felt in a very long while. As he started to unbutton his shirt, he saw her silhouette in the dark, at the door. she was drawing arabesques with her arms, slowly coming to the light just so they could see her. she rolled her head, allowing her body to synch with the slow-paced song she was playing. it was a sexy tune, one that was enticing the blonde man. 

It was such a treat to the eye, once she stepped into the living room and he could see her with nothing on but his shirt. it was oversized, barely covering her skin, eventually hiding strategic places. she was hypnotizing and he couldn't help but follow her with his emerald gaze. he watched as she teased him with her bedroom look. he watched as her body knelt on the floor and she arched her back. he throbbed when she turned around and stretched her body, slowly moving her hips and allowing the shirt to hitch up and reveal her laced underwear. she was driving him crazy with her moves, making each and every one a work of art, a mouth-watering temptation that made him gulp hard.  She drew closer to him, crawling until she reached his knees. then in one swift motion, she stood up and elegantly straddled his lap. 

"This one was free." -She purred, her hand gently stroking his cheek while the other one ran down his chest and rested on his left side.- 

"What? so you want to make me pay to see you dance?" -He curbed a brow but she laughed and nodded.- "And what should I pay to see you dance?"

"Maybe a ticket to my next dance battle?" She lifted a brow, hopeful but then sobered up and shook her head. "That's not possible. we can't be seen together.." She sighed and straightened up, rocking her hips slowly. "So, you can't see me dance in public, and I really want you to see me during the competition. What we could do, is that I will request the video of the competition and would send you my part or...or maybe I could dance for you?"

"You can dance all the way. I'll gladly watch you dance anytime you want." He let his hand run up her back and gently held a fist of her silver locks. "I would love to attend one of your competitions, Bäahal, I speak true. I want to take you out, have dinner with you, and perhaps even more but it's not the right moment. it's not a smart move to be seen right now." -She nodded and pinched her lips together before she turned her head to the side.- "Please, look at me Bäahal."

"I know. It sucks.. it sucks..." -She sighed and closed her eyes.- "But, I'll find a way to show you how I dance and what I feel when I dance thinking of you." She grinned and gently pressed her lips to his wrist. 

"You truly are my dancing queen. I will enjoy your dance no matter where we are." 

He smiled and pressed his lips to hers. she smiled faintly and gently resumed rocking her hips, eliciting a groan in between their lips. The night was young, so young...

Doya: On the road to Pluto: Back on track

 A/N: I love my babies. :) this time they're working on a completely different case. Pluto is obviously an ominous shadow on the road but they still have to deal with less serious/threatening monsters.

xxxxxx

Oya yawned as she opened the door of her bedroom. She had just finished training and was getting ready for a shower. Ever since Rowena settled in the bunker, the hunter became crankier than usual. She couldn't fully trust the witch, so prior to her arrival, she had set up a few traps and cameras so she would be able to watch her but Rowena found the cameras and disabled the traps. Enraged, the ebony hunter didn't know how to get rid of her anger except training. She exhausted herself, worked up some sweat, and was now in dire need of a shower. When she pushed the door open, she was welcomed by a Dean who was reading the newspaper, already looking for a new case to work. He quickly realized that he couldn't decently expect Oya to get along with Rowena or handle the stress of having her home. They couldn't stop working, so a case seemed to be the right thing to do. It would take their minds off of the Pluto Case and would definitely help them protect innocent lives. 

Oya dabbed on her forehead the towel she used for her training and sat on the bed. Her hazel eyes shifted from the wall to Dean who was still laid on the bed, the newspaper in his hands.  She lifted a brow and dabbed the sweat off of her forehead. Dean glanced at her, then back at his paper. Oya sucked at her bottom lip and took a deep breath while she rolled her head. Dean glanced at her again and this time he gave a small smirk. she was in a good mood, apparently, she had spent her frustration in the training room. She kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the bed, so she could rest her back against the bed headset. she crossed her legs together and glanced over her arm, to the newspaper Dean was reading. He knew, by the face she made, that Oya was about to ask him what he was doing with the newspaper, so he cut her short. 

"I'm looking for a new case to work with you."

"Ah! finally! we're not staying here any longer with this witch!"

"Oya! you promised you wouldn't start with Rowena." -He curbed a brow and Oya rolled her eyes-

"Half-promised! I promised I would leave her the fuck alone, but if I decide to actually rant about her, I will goddamn do it, Mr. Winchester!" She said, wrapping her arms over her chest. 

"Fine. you do you as long as you don't pollute my ears!" -He was teasing her, but hid his smirk so she could react and gently poke his arm.-

"Shut up Dickhead!" She stuck her tongue out and then rolled her eyes hard. "Fine! I won't talk about her, what is it to say about her anyway?" She mumbled and then rolled on her side so she could look at Dean. "What are you reading?"

"I've just answered you!" -He snorted.-

"I know that! I'm asking you what case are you reading! anything interesting so far?"

"Nope. classic murder stories. so far nothing that looks like a monster is involved." He sighed and put the paper on his chest so he could look at Oya with his bright green eyes. "What are you looking at, Bitch?"

"You, Dickhead!" -She smirked and then rolled on her belly so she could go on her knees. In a matter of minutes, she was now straddling Dean and had tossed the paper on the bed where she once laid.- "I was looking at you. I need to take this stress away." -She purred, rocking her hips and eliciting a moan from the hunter.

"O..." -He groaned, before placing both hands on her hips and stopped her from moving.- "You're unfair."

"No. not unfair....upset."-She pointed out before adding- "But also very excited to be leaving the place soon to work with you." -She rocked her hips again and yanked her head back. "Where are we going this time?"

"Depends..." -She protested and that made him chuckle "Oya.. you're acting like a spoiled brat. what's going on?"

"I need to do something, Dean. away from the bunker and from Rowena. I tried to let go of my anger but she betrayed me and it's really difficult for me to stand her redhead's ass." She puffed some air into her cheeks and bent forward so she could kiss Dean. He returned her kisses and chuckled in between their lips as she assaulted his mouth with several kisses. "I need out, Dean. I need fresh air.. let's take the first case we find and let's go."

"It doesn't work like this, you know that." -He tried to reason with her but she was attacking him with her lips, now gently suckling the chin strap and ran her fingers under his shirt. he couldn't fight it anyway, mostly because she was enticing him. she felt good against his frame, her small and curvy body was appealing to the hunter who couldn't tear his eyes off of her shiny skin, wet black curls, and tight sports get-up;- "Oya!"

"What???" She stopped kissing him and put both hands on his chest. "Alright. I'll give you a minute or two to recover." -She grabbed the newspaper and started to look out for the local news. "You know, Dean? It's true that I am upset, but to be very honest, I feel several things at the same time. First,, you know I'm angry at Rowena and really not thrilled by her presence here and the fact we need her to defeat Pluto. but she's our best chance, I got that part right!" She then furrowed her brows as her eyes scanned the news. "But I'm also very pleased to have a few days off. I love hunting, would gladly go back to doing it, but I'm also very happy I get to spend some time with you. some quiet time together." She then pulled the paper down, exposing her face and grinning from ear to ear.

"Go on.. how else do you feel?"- He said, his hands now stroking her thighs as his green eyes were staring at her. -

Oya was gorgeous. there was no denying it. she had some big luscious afro hair. it was versatile so, at times she would braid it, at times she would keep them wet and curly, other times they were dry and afro, other times they were down and silky. this time it was down and silky but the sweat was slowly turning it back being afro and that made him smile. he loved her hair no matter what. he loved her face, those features that he couldn't see anywhere else. her perfect cheekbones, the plump lips, the soft yet marred skin. his eyes went from her thick thighs to her taut belly and her ample chest. Oya was a pint-sized dream that came true. Dean couldn't help himself and let his hands insist on her hips, massaging them with his large firm hands. He raised his eyes up to her face and smiled at her now that she was all smiling. 

"Pfffttttt you're not fair..." -She whispered, rolling her head before she ran her hand up to his cheek. "But... I've been thinking lately about the whole Pluto affair. Yes, it scared me. I would have died if Castiel had not come to me and this thought fucked me up, Dean. The idea of losing you and the rest of Team Free Will was unbearable. I couldn't leave you behind. I couldn't....." She sighed and dropped her head low, allowing her hair to tickle his face. "I was able to go past this. it took a while but I managed to get better. I managed to feel better. I managed...to see how lucky I am to have you all... but you especially." She cupped his neck and leaned her forehead against his. "You are my home, Dean. you are my everything. ...." She whispered before she pressed her lips to his. "And I feel damn lucky to be able to wake up to you, every day. every day...So...To hell with Rowena, I want to spend the day with you and then once we've decided where to go, I want us to leave. Deal?"

"Deal!"  He smiled. to be honest, her words made his heart flutter and soar into his ribcage. he knew that Oya was having a hard time speaking her mind. He knew that she meant each and every word she used in her sentence and he knew that he felt the same. Oya was home. Oya was his. He was Oya's. there was no doubt about it. they've been together for years now. they've been together for so long that Dean didn't hesitate and told her "You're my home too, Oya. You can be sure of that. I can tell you that much. you're my home and my home is my most sacred place." He repeated, pressing his lips to his. 

"Show me!" -She whispered in between their lips and then kissed him with more urgency. she didn't need to ask him twice for the blonde hunter to show Oya just how much he meant his words. Things would start again and they were back on track.-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life of Elpis: At the tip of her fingers

 A/N: I am so excited! Elpis finally got her weapon from Pride. of course, it's a moment to celebrate and I needed to celebrate it properly, so here it is. 

xxxxx

The elder goddess opened her eyes as wide as she could. She couldn't speak just yet because words were failing her. instead, she put her hand over her plump lips and tilted her head to the side, allowing her luscious hair to fall onto the side. Her golden orbs stared at what Pride was holding in his hands. Her beloved forged her weapon, at long last! he forged it and it was a thing of beauty! She could see the specific care he gave the scythe he forged her. The blade was sharp, the handle was slick yet the design included wicked angles, and a beautiful purple tint was helping it stand out.

"I can understand why you look so exhausted. you were forging my weapon! it's so beautiful!... so beautiful... Superbia?! How can.... Can I touch it?"

He obliged her request, of course. Her reaction went beyond what he had anticipated her to do. She seemed to be ecstatic about her gift, studying its shape with her bright golden eyes and walking in circles around him just so she could take everything in. He could feel her excitement and her desire to hold the weapon in her hands. She had been patient, far more patient than usual, which the sin appreciated. Elpis had requested a weapon a long time ago, wishing to assist him in his war effort. she wanted to be a true companion to him, a queen who would not only fight by his sides but also support him any possible way she could. 

They had discussed the matter at length, with Elpis mentioning that she wanted to have a god-killing weapon in order to be a match against her siblings. She might have extraordinary power, without a weapon or armor her presence on the field would become useless. Pride heard her well and chose to prepare something that could fit his queen. he kept it a secret for several human months, making sure that she didn't notice his numerous trips to the Underworld or chalked it up to being a business matter with Lust. He spent countless nights forging the blade, infusing his energy just so she could have a bit of him in her hands. wasn't it a brilliant idea after all? when they were holding hands, sparkles appeared, and their combined energy created chaos, so Pride thought the weapon through and added an extra. 

She was scared at first, her shaking hands held onto the handle of the scythe as she pulled it against her chest at first. the surge of energy she felt, sent shivers down her spine and the goddess groaned a little bit. she then gasped and closed her eyes. A golden aura engulfed her body and she slowly started to swing it. the first swing was hesitant, but she swung the weapon again, this time with a firmer grip and a better aim. She swung the scythe again and twirled it in her hands. things were better, she was wielding it better. The more the goddess was playing with it, the better she felt. it was incredible in her hands, the sensation of having true power and to be fearless overwhelmed her. with this, nobody could ever try to challenge her. 

Pride relished in watching his beloved enjoy her weapon. she was becoming familiar with it, twirling it around with more and more grace than when she first started. she stopped and put it on the floor, akin to a cane. 

"This is infused with your energy, beloved. I can feel it inside on me. I can feel your energy flow through the scythe."

"Do you like it?" -He asked, a purple flame brightly shining upon her. the goddess' face flashed a smirk and she nodded slowly, her intense gaze meeting his.-

"More than words can give it justice. I finally feel worthy of being your Light."

"You've always been worthy." -He corrected her, closing the distance between the two of them-

"Have I?" -Elpis' voice was just a whisper as Pride's chest was now in front of her. she sighed happily and gently lifted her head so she could stare at his perfect face.-

"Always." -Pride replied, his now purple eyes were focused on her  perfect face. her long fluffy pink locks that framed her beautiful face attracted his fingers which slid through it so Pride could grab her scalp. "I am satisfied with the results and even more with the fact you like my present. This is /your/ weapon, /yours only/.- "His voice boomed a little bit, sending shivers down the spine of the goddess. "This is for you, the only weapon my queen could wield. I made it so you would never feel powerless ever again. I made it so you could use it to kill your sister with. I made it, so you could channel your power with it. it has a bit of my essence, ensuring that you will never feel alone regardless of where I am."

"I will never feel alone, ever again." -She said, closing her eyes and casting the weapon away through a silent spell. she would be able to summon it at ease and at will now.-

The goddess cupped the sin's cheek and stroked it with both her hands. she was warm, perhaps warmer than usual and he could feel her energy spreading over the room, engulfing everything with her divine energy. How she loved him!how she loved the Sin. he could see in her face that she was devoted to him. he could see that he was her whole world and that she was feeling so strongly for him that the whole room was choking on her aura. to balance things out and because Pride loved to be the dominant one, he let his own energy match hers, creating chaos inside their hotel room, a beautiful big bang that was felt by humans nearby. She was grateful and docile, slowly allowing the sin to overpower her energy without an inch of resistance. She pulled away from him, walking a few steps away from her delicious Sin.

"I will learn to use it over the next couple months spent on Earth. I will become as efficient as possible with it." She then bit her big thumb and furrowed her brows. "Dare I submit a request, Meus Rex?"

"What is it that you need?" -He ran his hand through his disheveled hair while she turned her back at him and crossed her arms over her chest.- "You can tell me."

"I would like... I know you are a very busy King, Superbia, but I desperately need to learn how to be more combat-ready. I have the raw power, the berserker button, but I need to be far better than this if we were to wage war to my family. I need you to train me. Would you do me the honour to teach me how to properly fight?" -She wasn't sure of his answer, but, unable to not look at him any longer, she turned on her heels and stared at her beloved.

Pride seemed larger than life. his aura had engulfed the goddess and almost brought her to her knees. Had she not been Elpis, she would have already been begging for him to release her, but it was Elpis, and Elpis didn't bend the knee this easily. His eyes were burning purple flames as he had not anticipated her to request such a thing. Pride was delighted that she needed him, and even moreso because she wanted to learn how to become worse than she was. Pride reveled in violence, relished in her need of him and drank in the beauty of her face at this instant. his senses were set ablaze and now that he was in front of her, the sin realized that he had been away from his queen for far too long. So he cupped her cheek and nodded. 

"I accept your request." -he whispered before he crashed his lips to hers, stealing her breath in a searing kiss.-

GoT: (regular): I'll remember you

 A/N: I love them, was just thinking of a sentence they used to say to each other before the two wars they took part in. 

xxxxx

"I'll remember you." -Bäahal remembered how green his eyes were really green the first time Jaime told her this sentence.-

She couldn't remember well anything else but the shiny color of his eyes as he told her that he would remember her should she die before him... She had been green by then: freshly rescued by Daenerys and acknowledged as her sister. She had not known War or the utter despair fighting supernatural creatures could bring. She was so overwhelmed with her freedom that the princess was willing to die a noble death, thinking that it would perhaps give a purpose to her life. It was Jaime who saved her life that night, by giving her a reason to stay alive. They promised each other that they would remember the other, should one of them died first, and words stayed stuck in her mind. It carried her through the Long Night and she realized that the desire to see him again  she held onto the promise to see him and to talk to him. 

When Bäahal said those words again, it was right before Jaime left Winterfell for the Red Keep. She was certain this was the last time they would see each other. The Last War would sign the death of either or both of them. This time it as she uttered the words, the silver princess could feel a pang in her heart and tears on her cheeks. it was a desperate cry in the dark, a way for her to tell to the Lannister that she wanted to see him again and that she didn't want to lose him he had to live. he had to survive because she wanted to see him again. Sometimes Bäahal liked to think that she was already infatuated with the blonde man and this sentence became a confession. 

Why was she remembering this moment again? It occurred to the young woman that perhaps it had to do with the fact Jaime would soon leave with Jon and the rest of their men. Jon had decided that she couldn't leave the castle because their enemies had to believe that she was dead. She understood his reasoning behind the decision and acknowledged that it was the best decision to make, yet... yet, she was mortified. What if it was the last time that they see each other? what if Jaime died? the thought of it made her knit her brows and shake her head. she couldn't possibly subject herself to dreading his demise once again. 

It was enough heartache, back when he was hiding at Highgarden and she had no idea if he was alive or dead. She remembered crying every day as she was convinced he had not survived the death of his twin. How could he when she was the love of his life and they had lost all of their children? how could he, when House Lannister went up in flames and he wasn't ready to imagine it be reborn through the hard work of his little sister? How could he, when at this time, he wasn't really aware of the feelings the Dragon Princess felt towards him. Jaime was a broken man already, but Cersei's death pushed him over the edge. How could he bring himself to live again? how could he love again, when his whole world crumbled? 

The pain she felt throughout those months spent looking for his resting place, yet hoping to see him again and rescue him had torn her heart apart. it was unbearable, so excruciating that the silver head wished to never endure this again. she wished she would never lose him again and prayed the gods, old and new to fulfill her only true desire: to live happily with the man she fell in love with. But the gods were the ones who decided the fate of those below. There was no certainty of his return and perhaps that was why she remembered this sentence. 

"I'll remember you." -Bäahal whispered, gently stroking a flower of the castle's garden.- "I will always remember you, Jaime. I promise you that." -She stopped for a minute and then lowered her head, as if to speak to herself.- "I will pray the gods, Old and New, about your safe return because despite me promising to never forget you, all I really want is for you to come back to me."

So saying this sentence was in fact a way to ask for his safe return. they both knew they meant it that way and somehow, Bäahal was certain that Jaime had meant it when they parted ways before the Last War. He had heard about her endeavors as her sister's ambassador, smiled upon learning that she had survived, wished that she wasn't dead upon eavesdropping on the Highgarden maids. Jaime had always wanted Bäahal to survive, from the moment they first met. he had given her pieces of advice so she could navigate the troubled waters of politics and nobility. He had protected her from the start, because he wanted to see her again and his prayers were heard. So would hers. 

So would hers.....