Doya: "Oya and Liv."

 A smile. Oya was wondering how long it had been since she last saw Liv genuinely smile. Eternity maybe -Well, it did feel like it had been a very long time- But it didn't matter much. What truly mattered was the smile on her face. What truly mattered, was the warmth in her heart and the hearty laughter that always followed. Being busy with her daily job, made their meetings very scarce and so far and few in between BUT, each moment spent together drew the two women closer together. Well, Jacob certainly knew of Liv, and Dean certainly heard about her (perhaps the same healthy amount she discussed her childhood friends, the Thomases), but Oya's heart could recognize kin when she saw it. A smile. it was but just a smile.

TVD: Bruised

 TVD: Bruised

"Elijah? in my dreams? you can't even give me the luxury of respite?" 

It was enough to yank Asma out of her dream and into reality. She opened her eyes as wide as she could in the pitch-black darkness of her room. she couldn't see anything, so she sat on her bed and outstretched her hand towards the light switch, to turn the light on.  A groan escaped her lips and she lowered her head for a brief moment. Her heavy pink curls cascaded onto her chest and belly and curtained her face. A dream... again.  Elijah... Again. She shouldn't be surprised to dream of him, since he was pretty much the only person who visited her over centuries, the only contact she had for a very long time.  She didn't know how to feel about him after Klaus' revelations. He used her -she kinda figured it out after a while, but it stung hard regardless of what she knew-. Part of her resented him, for toying with her and having so little consideration that he didn't even mention her to his siblings. Was she to be hidden? was she so repulsive that not even the pariah of the whole Earth could at least know her name? She was hurt, deeply so. 

Elijah ended up acting as if he was her friend and she somehow, considered him as such. Her crush on him was inevitable, for he was the only company she allowed around herself, but as soon as she realized that nothing other than friendship could come out of this relationship, Asma hoped for them to become friends instead. Yet, even this... even this wasn't given to her. Elijah saw her as a convenience, as a ... tool he could use to protect his family and his love interests, but nothing more. She was nothing. Perhaps the curse was working, perhaps she would forever be unwanted, rejected, and hunted down for the "crimes" she committed. How rich of Elijah to try and use her when he was the reason for her curse and loneliness. How rich of him... to speak of high values and ideals, when he was not above using others. She went along with it because it was better to be used but at least have interactions than to be completely isolated. She went along with it because she wanted to help and he allowed her to feel helpful. His immortality was welcomed and helped her feel less alone. but that was it. that was all. 

She was cursed, bruised, and had been tortured ever since by the curse cast upon her. Her anger, which she had in spades, would cause her pain. her sadness, which she never ran off, would cause her pain. Anytime she would feel upset, her body would be set on fire and she would feel as if she was burning at the stake. Pain caused her to be mean, and she had not been above killing. The witch sighed in despair, running her hands over her thick mane to try and breathe better. She had killed. Most of the time, it was to protect herself, because witches would inevitably recognize her and attack -but she learned to better cloak herself, so it had not happened in centuries-. Lycanthropes would find her and would attack and vampires would not spare her, not even Elijah sired vampires. something about her blood being addictive, or perhaps her scent.. something about her unique features or perhaps her ethereal beauty. she was never left alone. Even humans had tried to hurt her in the past and were met with violence. 

She had killed and hated each and every death she had caused. She couldn't deny, however, the relief it brought her. the soothing effect it had on her since they paid for all her internalized anger. they paid for her curse, for her pain, for her solitude. they paid with their lives, soaked her in their blood, screamed, and begged for mercy. She never spared them when anger took over. she never could because they never would.  she hated it. she hated every moment of it and even more the fact she enjoyed hurting them. it felt like payback, it felt rightful. they tried to hurt her, some even succeeded in hurting her, so it was only fair to give it back to them. to unleash her rage to the world and take their lives as payment. How horrific! how horrible! she was no better than Klaus who slaughtered her family and didn't even remember.  who would want to hang out with a murderer eh? who would? 

With time, she learned to control herself, avoid unnecessary deaths by hiding better. the fewer people knew who she was, the better it was for Asma who could blend in -as much as possible- until someone decided she was too pretty to be left alone, or she was too mysterious to not investigate her. how exhausting! Asma chewed her bottom lip and wiped away the fresh tears that crept at the corner of her eyes. She deserved it. the pain. she deserved it for all the lives she took and lost. she deserved it for the betrayal of her coven. she deserved to be left alone.  she lifted her legs and put her feet flat on the mattress. her arms wrapped around her calves and she leaned her face against her knees. She felt pathetic. Elijah must have been laughing on his way home, with the potions she made to save his family. he must have laughed at her enamored and longing gaze, at her excitement for the crumbs of affection he gave her, at her joyous banter whenever he came to her shop. He must have laughed at her for thinking they were friends. 

But what did she have if not the crumbs he gave her? Klaus?  Klaus seemed to be interested in her. He seemed to at least appreciate her company and if she was honest, she would say that they had good times together. But Klaus was unpredictable and above all things, he might always be suspicious of a witch who introduced herself by telling him she wanted to kill him before. Klaus was mobile, he would leave her at one point or another and she would end up suffering again from solitude. That was a risk. She was aware of this, but she was drawn to him and couldn't stop wanting to spend time with him. She was feeling something for Klaus, an obvious attraction to the hybrid -she wasn't blind, he was handsome and very magnetic and sensual-, but it went beyond the surface level. Klaus felt like kinship, he was a kindred spirit and he understood her. she understood him, and based on this, there was a familiar sensation she felt whenever they were together. there was the sensation of being home. of being safe. of feeling good. A sensation Klaus could take away from her. 

She was bruised, broken in fact. she was hurt, so much so that Asma believed she couldn't be saved. she couldn't be loved. she didn't deserve to be. She was distraught by her loss but even more so by the punishment she felt was unfair. helping other souls wasn't a crime. helping the creature that saved her before, wasn't a crime. yet it was judged as such because of the very nature of who she helped. talk about being unfair... She was determined to help others and save them for it was soothing her and while it was self-serving and selfish, she felt good helping others and seeing their happiness on their faces. she was genuine in her desire to help others but motivated a little more by the prospect of suffering less. She was in pain, but not when she was with Klaus. She was broken, but not when they were talking together..and she knew that there was a chance they hurt each other, because Klaus had hurt his own siblings. he had hurt himself and he could hurt her just so easily. There was a chance they hurt each other because Asma had hurt others, pushed them away, remained cold...oh...there was a chance.

But she would take it either way. 

She wanted it. 

She wanted him. 

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Gaea: Night Terror

 COPG: Life and Death of Gaea: Night Terror

Gaea woke up suddenly from her slumber. She woke up screaming and once she allowed her shaking hands to cup both of her cheeks and stroke her skin to self-soothe, she noticed that she was also sweating. The goddess furrowed her brows and pulled her hands down, so she could take a look at them. Both her palms were covered in sweat and glistened under the pale moonlight. She realized that something was wrong and upon noticing the goosebumps on the skin of her arms, she recognized the feeling. it was fear. she was afraid. The All-Mother sighed and put her hands on her chest. Her breath was sharp, helpless and she realized that it wasn't stopping. Upset, Gaea decided to walk around her room, in order to help her process what was happening. 

Very few things scared the All-Mother. As her mind tried to recall the last time she felt afraid, nothing came to her. Her husband didn't scare her. The Universe didn't scare her. She had tremendous power over Life itself and Light, so why would she be afraid? Wait, no! that wasn't true. She didn't want to die. She was scared of Death. She had watched her husband's death at the hands of their son. She witnessed his pain as he vanished into thin air. Where did gods do when they died? what happened to them? She wasn't sure. Khaos spoke about Oblivion, where nothing existed and where Darkness was absolute. Gaea didn't want that fate. So very few things could kill a god, let alone a primeval god. 

Sins proved capable of slaying them, she felt it when Leviathan was killed by Superbia. The Dagger of Fate, made from an unknown metal and wields unknown power. She became suspicious of its very nature, what if it came from Oblivion? what if it was made of pure darkness? what if...oh, how could she know? it simply existed and Ishtar used it on her daughter. He could very well use it on her should he want to. Sins could defeat her, the dagger of fate could defeat her... the last thing in whole existence that could challenge and defeat her was Elpis. Ayasha was right! Gaea was scared of Elpis! she remembered the emotions she felt when her last born came to life. It was a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, she was the happiest goddess alive for it was a child she desired with her husband and loved with all her heart. on the other hand, she realized the full potential of her child upon its first scream. How terrifying! 

Elpis was powerful and rightfully so. When each of her siblings only received a portion of their parents' powers, Elpis received the totality of it. she was pure harmony between Chaos and order, between Light and Darkness. She was Khaos and Gaea combined. Upon her first scream, the whole realm shook, life began to flourish at an abnormal pace and for a second, it felt as if the whole planet answered the scream of the child. If she kept growing and mastered such power, she would be able to overthrow her parents. she would be able to kill them and this wasn't welcomed by Gaea. Elpis had to be stifled and her whole family managed to control and break her mind into submission. She was docile, naive, and kind. She was devoted to her family, trusted them without a blink of an eye. That took her fear away. 

Yet, when Elpis came back from the Sumerian pantheon and they realized that she had destroyed it single-handedly. the gods became worried again and Gaea felt fear freeze her bones. The same sensation was overwhelming her and she realized that she was scared. yes. scared! And this sensation awoke her tonight. unadulterated fear was overwhelming the goddess and she knew why. She felt it, a few days ago. She felt her grip on Earthly life escape her. She knew that her daughter was finally tapping into the power that was hidden from her. And with each passing day, she became stronger. Gaea rubbed her temples and tried to shake her fear off of her skin but it failed. How could she make amends with her daughter? how could she escape Death this time? 

Elpis was unforgiving, especially after having been betrayed in such a fashion. her mother didn't protect her. Her mother abandoned her and didn't even try to break the curse. Her mother knew what was going to happen and just... let it happen. Elpis would never forgive her mother for being a coward. She would never be fooled by Gaea's motherly concern because was there really a concern? Ayasha spoke the truth when they last met. Gaea had loved one being only, and that was her husband. her children were the extent of herself and meant nothing to her. She ran away because she wanted to live. she didn't protect her children, didn't care about the war that tore the pantheon apart. she didn't care about losing Sitäa and Khrön. no. all that mattered to her was her survival and to be worshipped, which humans did eagerly. 

No matter what, she couldn't pretend that Ayasha was in the wrong. She contemplated making an alliance with her children in order to survive Elpis and the Sin. After all, Gaea was afraid of Elpis because she could recognize what was coming. Elpis was coming! Death... Death was coming! 

-    TBC-

GoT (modern): Jaime x Bäahal : JB

 GoT: (modern): Jaime x Bäahal: JB

Bäahal rubbed her temple. her head was buzzing hard, so hard that she couldn't hear her own thoughts. she rolled her head to the side and felt how dry her mouth was. Hangover! That was a proper hangover and she was already mumbling a curse under her breath. Why did she end up drunk again? The silver-haired heiress rolled on the bed, so she could lay on her side. Her silver locks fell upon her face and she held onto the sheets. A groan! A sigh! and she licked her lips to moisten her plump lips. Come on, wake up Bäahal. Stand up! She tried to move her leg but it didn't want to move, so she gave up for the moment. Instead, she sighed in frustration again and rolled on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling and she rubbed her forehead again. It hurt. it hurt so much that she couldn't even begin to find a shred of motivation to leave her bedroom. so she would remain there. that wasn't so bad after all, to stay there. 

There, in the darkness of her room, she felt free to let her imagination run wild. What if she wasn't alone in her room? what if there was someone else with her? She wouldn't mind some company. At first, she thought that she could leave her bed and try and see her sister but Dany had been avoiding her since they returned from Highgarden and Bäahal stood up to her. Viserys was nowhere to be seen and the dogs were great company but they couldn't talk and she wanted to talk. She closed her purple eyes and bit her bottom lip. Whatever, she could always imagine who she wanted to see. A Lannister. she wanted to see a Lannister. Now what she needed to know what who? Could it be the young and beautiful Kyra? Oh, Kyra Lannister... she was the unexpected friend.  Bäahal couldn't have imagined that in the sea of fakeness, there could be someone who would genuinely want to befriend her. Kyra wanted it. She was so gorgeous and despite the weeks that went by since their first meeting, the heiress didn't forget about her. 

She remembered her voice, soft and silky. Her gentleness and the cute giggle they shared. She remembered the beautiful dress that was hugging her curves. she remembered the green eyes, the blonde locks. Most of what went on that night were forgotten due to her being tipsy, but the silver-haired woman could remember one thing: Kyra's warmth. She felt good next to her and she wanted to meet her again. Perhaps they could talk some more, joke about their family, dream about their future, free from the clutches of Destiny. That brought a smile to the young woman's face. She yanked her head back and opened her eyes again. The ceiling was particularly exquisite from this angle. Her father had it painted to suit the heiress' taste. He knew she loved the stars and had them painted with a special paint that glowed in the dark. her favorite stars. She could see the one at the center, the one that represented her mother. Next to her, there was her father's and in the middle of them, there was Bäahal. A message in her mother's native tongue was written on the right. 

It was a quote from a book Sunni loved that would be read as such: "When two souls become one, they create something that lasts forever: a testimony of their love for one another. A bond that couldn't be destroyed, a truth that couldn't be denied." It was a lovely quote that was often cited by Aerys the II. Bäahal was well aware that her mother was the love of his life, the last soul on Earth he wanted to love. Losing her devastated him and he never fully recovered from this loss. She understood what that was. She understood how love could make one lose their mind. She was in love too. Her eyes closed again and she ran her hands over her chest, up to her neck, and then lifted her arms up. She was in love with Jaime Lannister, of all people! After having suffered a heartbreak so bad that the whole press went after her like vultures and fed on her pain, she found a way to love again. 

They were Jaime and Bäahal: JB for those who wanted to ship them. It had a nice ring to it after all. JB was far better than Baalias! oh, how she hated when the press called her couple with her ex like this. it felt cheap, it wasn't romantic and it sounded like the name of a cheap car or perhaps a boat. JB was just the first letters of their names, something romantic that could be carved on a tree or written on a notebook discreetly. it was something that could only make sense to those who were in their inner circle and knew about the pairing (which was just the two of them). It was theirs. it was just theirs. Her eyes opened again and she started to massage the top of her head, purring in the process as she enjoyed her own touch. She was missing Jaime. That was the truth. 

She wanted to see him, to crawl into the bed up until she could wrap her arms around his frame and lean her face against his chest. she wanted to fall asleep on him and feel his hand rub her shoulders, or massage her scalp to ease her into sleep. She wanted to feel his lips press kisses to her temples or forehead, reassuring her that he was staying there and wouldn't leave. The bed felt emptier this morning and the headache she was nursing didn't seem to help her think otherwise. She groaned and rolled again, this time in order to lay on her tummy.  she pressed her face to the mattress, in order to groan into it and shrugged. They were in a secret relationship and Bäahal feared that the obvious happiness on her face and the change of demeanor might catch the attention of her sister. Standing up to Daenerys wasn't a habit just yet and she dreaded retaliation from her.

What if she made a mistake? what if Jaime didn't want it to be serious? what if Daenerys was right and Bäahal couldn't pick the right guy? Her head banged harder and Bäahal decided to give up on trying to stay awake. instead, she just closed her eyes and curled herself into a fetal position to find some sleep. perhaps she would think more clearly when she wakes up later. perhaps, she wouldn't feel the need to be afraid. Everything was alright. Everything would be alright. JB was real. and Jaime was still with her, through the presence of the box he gifted her on Christmas. Everything was alright. And with that thought, she drifted back to sleep. 

-TBC-

Doya: What a wonderful world

 Doya: What a wonderful world. 

A/N: Just a little moment between the two of them while they are working cases. 

xxxxxx

Oya crossed her arms above her chest. she leaned against the front door of Baby. Her hazel eyes were staring at the gas station, where Dean was grocery shopping.  she couldn't help but smile to herself. it was quite a lovely day, a nice ride with Baby and Dean. A nice little trip to their next case. the weather was really nice, a sunny day with a fresh wind that blew Oya's afro hair. She had sunglasses on, to complete the biker look she went for. A nice leather jacket, a tight white cotton top, a pair of black jeans and leather boots. She tilted her head to the side, to have a better view of Dean who was walking around, looking for crisps, beer, sandwiches, and any medication they might need down the road to help with their injuries. Life was good! 

It took some time, but Oya finally managed to get over the fact she nearly died at the hands of Pluto. It could have been him or any other of the usual monsters they hunted, things happened. She knew it! she signed for it. Her life could end at any moment for their job was a dangerous one. It was really a matter of dumb luck.. nothing more. There were very seasoned and old hunters out there who have been in the business for decades and would probably die of old age. There were youngsters, who couldn't survive the first day on the job and some others, like Dean, who cheated Death. Oya survived her encounter with the god of Death, and she finally let go of her anguish. Castiel saved her, Dean took care of her, and she didn't lose her edge. she was still efficient, still lethal, still the best in the field. Pluto didn't eat away at her confidence (at least, not anymore), but he fueled her rage and desire to take him down. 

She sighed deeply and yanked her head back, so it would lay against the top of the car. the sky was very blue, without clouds. It was so clear that it felt like a painting.  She lifted her arm and outstretched her hand as if to try and reach the sky and ended up dropping her arm. Come to think of it, she had a good life already. despite the numerous trials and errors, despite the frustration and loss, despite tragedy, she managed to build herself back up. She managed to live. She lost a family, avenged them, found a new family with Team Free Will, and finally was able to forgive herself for her loss. it wasn't her fault if they died. it wasn't her fault if time was erasing the faces and the voices of her loved ones. it wasn't her fault if she found a way to appreciate life again. 

She made her peace with her past. She accepted her loss. she embraced her love for Dean and her desire to build something with him. Something that was theirs. Something they couldn't find anywhere else. She embraced everything and was grateful she chose to. The hunter's life was a very lonely life. It was a life she was used to and had embraced a long time ago. It was a life that she believed would be the only life she would ever know. Traveling the world, hunting monsters, saving people. She spent countless nights at crappy motels, sleeping with strangers to keep her warm and feel less shitty. She avoided seeing the only childhood friends she had left for years and had little to zero company. those days were now over and she had a home. She found the strength to reconnect with the Thomases, found a place to nest at, and even better, found a new home in Dean. She felt reborn. She was reborn. 

Dean finally left the gas station market and lifted the heavy bag with all their necessities. She smiled at him and motioned with her fingers for him to come closer. He closed the distance between them and wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her against his strong frame. She pursed her lips into a grin and put both hands on his chest.  Dean bent forward to kiss her forehead and let his hand run over the small of her back. Oya gently rubbed his shoulder and pulled away so she could have a look at his face. 

"I've never seen you this quiet, and smiling this much. What were you thinking about?"

"Oh.. nothing, just that this is a wonderful world. It is wonderful because you are in it."

 She said with a soft grin. Dean's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but grin back at her. Oya was cute right now, she really was cute and that made him chuckle. She was happy, he could tell and that was enough to make him happy too. She was right after all. It was a wonderful world. And it was wonderful because she was in it. 

-TBC-

GoT : (Regular) What now ?

GoT : (Regular) What now?

 

A/N: Was thinking about my baby. Especially after the trailer. My sweet princess, my hopeful baby. It’s just a little conversation she’s having with Tyrion (who is also another one I love).

 

Xxxxx

 

“Princess. It is just me, please don’t fret. I would like to share a drink with you tonight.”

 

Tyrion’s voice made the princess gasp with surprise. She wished her visitor had been Jaime just so she could see him in the secrecy of her room. Jaime was very cautious ever since they arrived at King’s Landing. He wanted to do the right thing and didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes he did with Cersei. So he wouldn’t hide. He wouldn’t lie. He wouldn’t act as if his love for the princess was shameful and he certainly would not disobey the queen’s orders.  Therefore, he put some distance between the princess and him, forcing himself to stay away from her no matter what he saw, and if he was to spend time with the princess, then they couldn’t be alone for a long time just so nobody could be suspicious of them.

 

Come to think of it, it wasn’t that difficult for the knight for Commander Targaryen and himself had to work on identifying the traitors who attacked the princess. He would spend most of his time devising a plan that could help them deal with the threat. It was understood that the princess would remain hidden in the castle so the news of her survival would not reach the ears of the traitors. It was understood that they would need to be apart from one another for a while, taking the risk to be separated forever, should the knight die during his mission. It was understood that Bäahal had no say in the matter and she submitted to the decision Jon took for her.

 

“I’m going to open the door. How nice of you, Lord Tyrion, to pay me a visit.” -She said as she opened the door. -

 

Her hair was disheveled, her face looked worn out as if she had not slept for days. She was still beautiful, her beauty wasn’t tarnished by her tiredness, but she was sad, defeated even and he couldn’t miss the red streaks on her eyes, a sign that she had been crying for a while now. Tyrion was carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He narrowed his gaze as he observed the silver-haired princess and put the bottle of wine on the table.

 

“I just wanted to see you. It’d been a while since our last conversation.” -He started with before he fixed them two glasses of wine- “I wanted to see how you were coping with the order Commander Targaryen gave you.”

 

“You mean…. How I take the fact to be separated from your brother?” -She asked, lifting a brow as she grabbed the glass of wine and took it to her lips –

 

“That, precisely.” -Tyrion took a sip and put his glass up for an imaginary toast.-

 

“Ah… I guess you already know the answer. How would you feel if you were told that you couldn’t follow the love of your life to the battlefield? Mind you, this isn’t a battlefield he’s going to but…”

 

“But it’s all the same. He’s walking into a trap. We are all aware of that. There’s a chance he doesn’t come back.” -Tyrion’s voice was stern as he took another sip of his drink. –

 

“But it’s all the same….” -She repeated, drinking some more wine. - “I understand the order and I agree with the plan Commander Targaryen gave me. However, for the love of the seven gods, I can’t bring myself to accept that this might be the last time I can see Jaime alive.”

 “I understand.” -The Hand raised his glass to her words, his face somber, his voice calm and quiet-

 

Tyrion stopped talking. He took a sip of his wine. He had debated whether he should be saying anything to his brother. From the moment he heard they were alive, to the moment he finally got to speak to him, the Hand of Queen Daenerys Targaryen went through a lot of emotions. He was certain that Jaime had died after the death of Cersei. How could his brother survive in a world without the love of his life? How could he find the necessary will to live with Cersei gone? He was certain to hear about Jaime’s funeral, once his remains would be found and yet when Kyra announced that her brother was alive and well and told him of the princess looking out for Jaime and finding him at Highgarden, his heart was filled with Hope and Warmth. He was euphoric, to say the very least, about his brother’s survival. He was overjoyed when he heard that Jaime was reinstated as a knight and was leading the Lannister’s army for their sister Kyra. Jaime was what he always had been, a knight, a warrior, a fighter. And the return of such spark came thanks to the very woman before him.

 

Yet, Joy was replaced with worries as soon as he realized that she was in love with his brother, and it was reciprocated. When Cersei was alive, he warned Bäahal about the heartbreak she would suffer from it. He warned her about loving Jaime because his brother would use her if he saw fit and would break her heart because his heart belonged to Cersei and her only. So, when Jaime confirmed that he was in love with the princess, that proved to be a slap in the face of the Hand. What was going on? Those feelings were genuine, and the way Jaime loved Bäahal was purer and far more positive than the way he was in love with Cersei. But Jaime had barely escaped death and loving Bäahal was akin to a death sentence. Tyrion did try to break the pair up. He tried to reason with his brother, ask him to ignore those emotions, and fall in love with someone else. He tried to talk Bäahal out of loving his brother but their answers were worst than he could have imagined. Bäahal was ready to love Jaime, even if that meant she couldn’t be with him in the end. She was willing to spend her life alone, to ensure that he survived.  Jaime agreed to do the same. They wouldn’t go against the queen’s desire, but they wouldn’t be happy either, and that…. That bothered the Hand.

 

“Do you, lord Tyrion?" -She stopped talking just so her purple hues could stare at the Hand. Bäahal didn't wait long before she resumed talking. " We really only had such a short time together. From the moment he realized I was genuinely in love with him to the moment I came here… Nothing but a week at sea. Nothing but a week at sea.” She emptied her glass of wine and put the glass on the table. She wrapped her arms around her chest and gently stroked them to self-soothe.

 

“I understand, trust me, Princess. I understand the pain that comes with loving someone and losing that person shortly after. We just had a taste, a single taste, and just when we were ready to have more of it, it escapes us." -He paused and took another sip of his drink.- " I was happy too, once. I was happy with Shae who loved me and made me feel like a man. She made me feel like nobody ever will and I lost her. I killed her.” He whispered, fixing them another glass of wine. “ And I have to live with her betrayal and her death by my hands, every single day. So, I know, princess… I know what’s at stake here. I also know how you feel,  Jaime but he is my brother and I love him. “

 

“I love him too… I’m sorry Lord Tyrion for being aggressive. It’s just driving me crazy. We can’t see each other, we cant spend the night together.…. I can’t even fathom the idea of him not coming back.” -Her voice broke at her words and she took a deep breath. She would have cried if she could, but she had cried all of her tears already. So it just burned, as if someone was rubbing salt on them.-

 

“You don’t have to apologize.” -Tyrion shook his head. She shook harder-

 

“I /do/. I’m acting as if what’s happening to me is the worst thing to be. Yet, Dany had to smother her first husband. She had to lose her child too. /You: had to kill the love of your life. You suffered and you understand what I’m going through and yet /I/ am aggressive.” -She chewed at her bottom lip, feeling anguish overwhelm her heart-

 

“You are afraid that’s all.” -He interrupted her as she turned to face him, her face torn apart with grief and sorrow- “You are afraid of losing Jaime. I heard you very well. I know you are prepared to love him from a distance if your sister doesn’t come around.”

 

“You must think I am stupid…” -She said, walking back to the table and grabbing her glass of wine.-

 

“Not stupid… Genuine. Powerful. Inspiring. You truly love Jaime and he is lucky to have someone like you at his corner. You saved him. You brought my brother back and you… you’re still willing to go above and beyond for him, even now.” He said, raising his glass and taking another sip. "This is beautiful, princess, and very precious." 

"Thank you. Do you think you could arrange for us to meet one last time? I need to say goodbye to him before he leaves."

"Before he leaves. I will ensure my brother stops by your private quarters for proper goodbyes. it wouldn't be more than 5 minutes, however."

"5 minutes would do....5 minutes rather than nothing." -She said, giving him a half-smile.- "I didn't expect you'd come to visit me, Lord Tyrion. Truly, this has been... new."

"We buried the hatchet, princess. You are a friend now. It would be dishonest if I told you that I was worried about you before. I was worried about your sister. I wanted her to have as few worries as possible, therefore you needed to be alright. I checked on you with this motivation at the back of my head. Things changed!" -He grabbed his glass and raised it. "/I/ changed. I started to realize that you had more strength than I anticipated and you were perhaps, the better person between us." -He smiled and took a sip.- "You taught me that there could still be hope in this world. You humbled me, princess. your devotion, loyalty, and caring heart truly inspired me."

"You mean, you warmed up to me?" -She teased him before she took another sip of wine- "I guess this is a good thing." -A faint smile crept on her lips and she raised her glass as well before she took a deep breath and looked at her windows. "But did you come tonight to comfort me, or to find a companion to share your anguish?"

"Maybe both, princess. " Tyrion leaned into his chair and lowered his head. he had made up his mind about Jaime's venture into the depths of treachery. His brother had always navigated in troubled waters and always made it alive. this time could be the last but he chose to believe he would succeed as he always did. "Maybe, for once, I just wanted to truly bring you comfort for your own sake."

"Maybe..." -She sighed and moistened her lips. "Do you have any regrets, Lord Tyrion? if you were to look back at your life, what did you wish to do differently?"

"This, my dear, is a tricky question. I guess I regret not having the fortitude I have today. But I had to crawl before I learned how to walk and I wouldn't change a thing. I simply wish that I could not believe half of what was said to me." -His tone was bitter-

It was filled with anguish as he remembered when he believed he was his mother's murderer. Deep down, despite his bravado and self-assured demeanor, Tyrion wished some of the cuts were not deep. he wished he could let them speak and spit at him without taking it personally. they were so tall, seemed like giants while in fact, they were even smaller than Tyrion ever was. that was a lesson he had to learn the hard way. 

"Ah...That's fair. I guess my regret would seem very weak compared to yours. I had a tough life, Lord Tyrion, I had seen and experienced the worst mankind could offer. Yet life keeps on giving and Beauty can be found when you look a little harder." -She smiled faintly- "I regret...that it took me so long to speak truly about my feelings for Lord Jaime. I...can't change what happened, and I appreciate and savor every second with him... but still. If he dies tomorrow, we would only have had but a week at sea...." -She emptied her glass and rubbed her temple. 

"It's not weak to wish for more time with the person you love. it's not weak. you're not weak, princess."

"Let's toast to it then. let's toast to Strength. You inspired me to keep moving forward. you, my sister's hand. you, the Lannister who was unloved. You..the wisdom made flesh and bones. you suffered your lot in life but you're still here. I'm drinking to that. to your strength."

"To our strength!"

And they raised their glasses and drank. Tyrion chose to move the topic of the conversation towards easier topics just so he could watch her laugh and giggle as alcohol had turned her brain inside out. He came to see her laugh tonight, for he couldn't bear to watch her cry or hold back her tears because she was upset. he wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile and after a while, she ended up falling asleep on her bed, prompting the man to pull her duvet over her body and leave her bedroom so she could rest. it was a night well spent, but what now? 

 

 

GoT modern: I want to be your firecracker

JB

"The things you make me feel, Jaime.. nobody can ever. I want to be your firecracker forever. I can't accept being taken away from you. Why did I meet you so late in my life? why did I have to go through shit, to eventually know bliss? oh... I love you. I love you so."

"What did you expect? I guess that wherever I go, I can't really escape tabloids. throughout the years, I learned how to deal with whatever was said about me. These days, I guess they have a field day given how happy I am. Rumour has it that I am seeing someone, but they're not even close as to who."

TVD: there was a melancholy in her eyes

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of the “Forsaken One”. A melancholy she carried over for centuries. She had forgotten her old name, after so long with no one calling her, how could she remember? Buried deep into her mind, wiped clean by the witches who came after, the one who was known by the chosen name “Asma Jensen” was only known as “The Forsaken One”, “the Traitorous Soul” or “the Hidden among us”. She became a legend among witches, a boogeymen for the children to fear past midnight. She was evil incarnate according to them. The one who destroyed her coven because she worked with the enemies. History only kept half of the truth, conveniently leaving the rest so she would only be remembered by her sin.

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of the “Hidden among us”. She was only allowed the memories of her past, the feverish touch of lovers and the loving embrace of her family. She was only allowed the frustration of solitude and the heartbreaks caused by loss. Oh, loss... eternal life was an endless cycle of loss. She couldn’t get too close to people for the pain would be inevitable. If she got attached to them, she would lose them to time, murder or illness. If she got close to them, some would turn against her, hurt her, tug at the wrong strings. If she tried to mingle, she might even get attacked and the violence inside her would unleash. Oh, Asma was glorious when she was fully unleashed. Pain made her mean. Pain had her unleash at others. She took lives, from normal humans to supernatural creatures who came after her, all because despite everything, Asma wanted to live.

 

There was a melancholy in the golden eyes of Asma Jensen. The weight of solitude was breaking her shoulders. The desire for more was churning at her insides. She needed more. She could have both – at least, she wanted to believe she did-. She could learn to live again, this time with the company of people just like her. Klaus intrigued her. She had to admit it to herself. Klaus understood what she went through, perhaps far more than she wanted to admit. Klaus was interested in her -the person, the heart, the mind- and not in her power -although she considered that he was oblivious completely-. She craved him. His voice, his touch, the intensity in his eyes and the fire in his heart. She craved his company and couldn’t contain her smile, even when she tried so hard to keep it to herself.

 

The melancholy didn’t vanish, it couldn’t vanish and when nobody would look at her, her eyes would finally allow themselves to reveal the truth. Yet, she did notice that they were genuinely alive when Klaus was around and she decided to take things as they were He was far more than just a destructive creature and as hard as it was for Asma to compliment Elijah, he was right. There was more to Klaus than meet the eye and he was far more than just being a death machine. She could feel it, faintly so, but it was a beginning she really did enjoy his company, so what was so wrong about it?

SoA: miss my mother

 (SoA) I miss my mother. 

I'm not talking about the Soul Food she used to cook for the family, nor am I talking about her goodnight kisses. 

I'm not talking about the pride in her eyes when she saw me graduate, nor when she thought I was going to marry a decent man. 

I'm not talking about the strength and resilience she showed when my daddy died while fighting for our country overseas. She never cried in front of my brother and I. She worked even harder to ensure we had a bright future...

Well, it wasn't really bright, now was it? If she knew I got engaged to a lunatic, she would have slapped the shame out of my face. I guess I miss that about her. I miss that today the most. 

She wouldn't have let Oscar get away with hurting her little girl. I'm sure she would have killed him herself if she was alive today. S

he wouldn't have accepted that I feel guilty for whatever shit he put me through. She would have shaken me up, knocked some senses back into my thick skull. 

I need this today, her no-nosense pep talk, her comforting embrace, her motherly love. 

I miss my mom... 

so much...

TVD: A droplet in the ocean

 A droplet in the ocean

// just trying my hand at her. 

« Do you yield ? » -It might have been 800 years, Asma never forgot that voice. Her supreme defeated her and asked coldly if she was willing to stop fighting. Asma agreed, mostly because it had been exhausting to fight the whole coven and she was running out of energy.-

Eternal Pain. That was quite the reward for being a decent person and helping others. What her coven wanted her to do was beyond her strength. Denying help to the very being that saved her life. The woman, whose real name was lost through the centuries, looked at her hands holding the glass of Brandy. She simply could not reject Elijah’s request for help. He didn’t have to save her life when he found her being hunted by slave-catchers. He didn’t have to risk exposing himself as a vampire and yet he did and she was indebted to him. So when he came and asked her to save his little brother Kol, she couldn’t refuse. What was hard to understand then? why couldn’t the coven see the act for what it was instead of accusing her of betrayal?

 

Eternal Pain. She was cursed on that fateful night, by her supreme. She was cursed to suffer from excruciating pain whenever she was angry or had any negative émotions in her heart.  Her eyes were not tinted in gold and to add insult to injury, she was vulnerable to silver as if she were a lycanthrope and was also unable to consume Vervain as if she was a vampire. All because she helped the Originals and among them, the Beast. Witches had an obsessive hatred against Klaus, the abomination, and by extension his family the Mikaelsons. They were responsible for countless slaughters over the ages and the systemic destruction of covens and werewolves packs. They were a juggernaut that had to be annihilated and any action in favor of that family was seen as a betrayal. The supreme’s cold eyes were the last thing Asma saw before she passed out from the pain. The curse itself, the one that granted her eternal life, was a cruel one. It required the sacrifice of the whole coven -minus the spellcaster- but the witches were more than willing to die that way since they felt they were doomed to a very gruesome death at the hand of the Mikaelsons. Their scorn and tormented souls inhabited the witch now and the migraines she had were nursed by the only thing she knew of Alcohol.

 

Eternal Pain was the reason she broke a few things at her own shop. The tension created by the sudden departure of Asma left her angry and confused. Before she knew it, she was throwing a tantrum and the pain had her bite hard enough that she bled all over her chin. It was pathetic. Her lashing out at Klaus because she was in pain, lashing out at him because she didn’t want to be left alone. It was stupid and she was embarrassed because it made her look like a fool, but also revealed that she wanted his company. Klaus… the very same creature that slaughtered her whole family and first coven. He was on a rampage when that happened, in full hybrid form and for so long she hated him and wanted to get revenge. The nights she spent fantasizing about killing the hybrid kept her awake for years. The desire to bathe in his blood and watch him vanish like dust in the wind drove the witch to learn. And learn, she did. She expanded her powers to the point of becoming the most powerful witch alive. She perfected her spells, sharpened her skills, and became powerful enough to attract attention of Elijah.

 

Ah… Elijah. The very reason she was cursed. She resented him for what he did to her. She resented him for his self-serving nature and the fact that she was nothing but a pawn for him to use when he saw fit. He never really cared, though, he maintained enough contact with her to make Asma believe he did. He never really cared, and therefore didn’t even see that she had feelings for him.. feelings born out of solitude. He crushed her heart unknowingly, by always bringing to every conversation they ever had, the names of his true loves. That hurt, that hurt like a knife twisted in an open wound. Katherine, Hayley… she heard all of their names and watched as Elijah marveled at them in his very own peculiar way. Klaus said it better than her brain ever could. She was but a pet. She was but a means to an end. She didn’t matter and he never bothered.  Perhaps that was part of her curse, to be surrounded by people who didn’t care about her.

 

« You will never be loved. Your curse will keep you away from your fellow witches for you bear the mark of the beast in your eyes! You will never be accepted by Lycans nor by vampires because you are a witch. You will live your life forever surrounded with enemies, unloved, alone ! » - The chant froze the blood of Asma who closed her eyes as the memory crept in.-

 

That was her curse. Eternal solitude and constant pain. Perfect!  why didn’t she try to kill herself then? the thought had crossed her mind, but she wanted to help others. Her footsteps led her to places that needed the most her help and she used her tremendous skills to help others, accidentally discovering that helping others could soothe her pain.  She was cursed, her life was over, but maybe she could still be helping others and that mentality saved her from darker hours. She devoted centuries helping around, building walls around her heart so she wouldn’t be hurt, but those walls never really stayed up because Elijah always popped up in the worst moments and always made her weak in the knees, enough for her to be vulnerable to him and his charms. His righteous speeches, his sharp jawline….He played her well and she was wrapped around his finger.

 

Mystic Falls was supposed to be a clean break from him anyway. A way for her to hide among her enemies, to the last place they could find her. She was wondering if her former supreme had tried to find her -but she probably died anyway, so why would she care ?- she was wondering if she would be able to finally settle somewhere and just live a little bit. Her solitude and anxiety were at her worst, for she wanted… no… needed company. 800 years pretending to not care about being alone was too much of a strain for the young woman. Her encounter with Klaus was proof of that. Of all people, it was the creature she chose not to kill, who was giving her company and listened to her. Everybody was so entrapped in their own issues that they didn’t really bother with Asma and while it gave her some privacy, it also made her crave some company.  Klaus was company… and he wasn’t even unpleasant to look at. The witch realized that she was way too easy to read for the hybrid. She couldn’t hide her physical reaction to him, but was still in control of what she wanted to say or not.

 

She had felt urges she thought were dead over the centuries. A desire to share a drink, a desire for a touch… being touch-deprived became apparent to her and she realized that he could do absolutely anything he wanted because she wanted to be touched and talked to. Yet, Klaus was tolerant. He was understanding. He was…different from what she expected him to be. And the thoughts that filled her mind were not even welcomed, yet they existed. She wanted to feel him closer, dreamed of him biting her for the fun of it, make her realize that she was alive and was real. She could feel the shivers that went down her spine, the urge to run her fingers in his mane and hold tight. Oh.. she felt a lot of things, contradicting things towards the hybrid, but one thing was sure, she wanted to see him again and often. So after the fiasco of their two first meetings, she used a few spells to locate him and went to his manor. Now there, with a glass of Brandy, the only thing she had to do was talk to him… about herself since he so gently asked for it.

 

chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Rebirth.

 

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Rebirth

 

She could feel it, the change in the air, the power rushing in her veins. She could feel that something was changing inside her. She felt confident. It was a feeling, the goddess didn’t use to feel when she was still living in her pantheon. Her siblings made sure that she would always rely on their help or wisdom to figure things out. When she insisted on going to the battlefield and help Ishtar, it was first met with doubt. Could she handle the sight of violence after having spent most of her existence sheltered? could she correctly help her brother and assist him in becoming more powerful? So many questions filled her head and it took Ishtar’s support and sponsorship for others to let her go and leave her sheltered life. She was free, to some extent and before she met the Sins, the primeval gods had no reason to suffocate the goddess and lock her home. That was their mistake!

 

Her encounter with Pride set off a chain of events of unprecedented magnitude. The ripples of such a moment still had an impact to this day, 2000 years after her curse.  She took time to think and mature over the millennia and understand what a farce her life had been. She realized that she possessed a power that couldn’t even be imagined by her siblings and that the fear her family felt, forced them to control her life. Pride set her free when they met each other, without even working too hard on her. Their energies attracted one another, their ambition fueled each other and it became clear that she couldn’t stay locked in the confines of her mental prison. He set her free. Elpis was Hope incarnate. She was Light and Life by extension. She had a good heart and would always see to protect the lives of those who do not deserve to die. However, she was unforgiving and revengeful. She wanted her revenge and was going to get it. Her destructive desires kept her alive and she set herself free because she was determined to fulfill her promise to Pride: To always find him, no matter when or where.

 

She looked at the stallion that came to her, curious to see the creature standing a few feet away from him. Since she was in perfect osmosis with the planet and life that existed on it, the stallion wasn’t afraid of her. Instead, it came closer, blowing hair by its nostrils before it stopped moving. He tilted its head to the side and looked at the goddess who stood tall. The animal walked around her, studied her reactions, and finally stopped in front of her again. Elpis smiled at the beast and outstretched her arm in order to pet it. The horse didn’t back down nor was he afraid of her. Instead, she inspired his trust and comfort. He knew he was in good hands because she was telling him so with her aura. Her anger and frustration were gone now that she had her weapon. Pride made sure she wouldn’t come unprepared for the most important battle for her. She didn’t feel powerless as she was prior to and during her curse. No ! this time, she was powerful, lethal, and prepared. The horse stood on its bottom legs before he bowed in front of the one it recognized as its queen and its maker. She smiled and walked closer so she could pet it gently. She was the unofficial All-mother. Nature around her recognized her as the one and true  All-Mother, an advantage she would not pass up. With Gaea weakened and probably feeling it by now, there was even more change of Elpis putting the crown on her head and ruling the universe, next to her beloved Emperor.

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Waiting

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Waiting

// She was speaking to me. 

Ayasha walked closer to her brother. He seemed at peace, sleeping as if there was no trouble in the world. His perfect form was laying on the bed, with a thin sheet thrown nonchalantly on his lap. She let her green eyes roam over his frame, up to his face, and calmly smiled at him. Their relationship got better over the weeks and she could claim that things got even better than what they used to be. He surprisingly took better than she expected the truth that motivated her actions. He was aware of her devouring ambition, and her desire to become the ultimate ruler. He was aware of her hatred for Elpis, and more importantly her fear of her. He listened to the blonde goddess because he could see that she wasn’t fully wrong. Their family had been a mess from the very beginning. Siblings who didn’t get along well with each other, siblings who were favored by their parents, siblings who wanted the throne for themselves. When Elpis was born, that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Gaea, the All-Mother, only gave her attention to her love-child and they all decided that they would protect her « purity ».  It took a while for Ayasha to discover the truth behind the apparent « love » her parents had for their last child. 

It wasn’t love. It was fear. It was fear of the uncanny power that child had. The birth had been kept a secret, so they couldn’t see what was being done to the child. Gaea and her husband Khaos, worked together to lock the potential of the child, hoping that it will keep her away from having too much power and overthrow them. Ayasha discovered the truth one day, by hearing their parents discuss the matter after Elpis went to destroy the Sumerian Pantheon, much to the surprise of everyone. Khaos feared that their spell couldn’t contain their daughter’s powers and that she would eventually truly become herself. He wanted to find a way to deal with the issue, a way that didn’t involve killing his beloved daughter but Gaea determined that they shouldn’t be scared of such an insignificant event. She wanted to protect her father’s reputation, which was a sign that their grooming and upbringing worked. Shocked by the knowledge, the Goddess decided to use it to her advantage. Her mother was a coward and a liar. She didn’t love Elpis nor did she love her children. She loved her husband and feared her last born. And if there was fear, then there was a weakness. 

Ayasha let the fingers of her left hand run over her blonde locks. Her face was somber, closed off as she was thinking of the upcoming war. Ishtar realized that his rebellion against their father was the only way to free their family from the control of their parents. It was a natural way to overcome one’s father and become the father instead. A natural order, the fulfillment of his prophecy. Ishtar understood that they lived a false life, filled with lies and deceit. He understood the thirst for acknowledgment from his little sister and her desire for knowledge and truth. He understood that Elpis had to be killed. She was far too dangerous to be left alive. Far too dangerous to allow them to expand their domination across the universe. She had a devouring ambition, and a dark side none of them really knew. Ayasha was cautious and worried. She wanted to be prepared as much as she could but knew that there was a lot she couldn’t have access to. Her best shot would be to hold Asma hostage and kill her in public, causing distraught to both Elpis and Pride and separating the two of them. She chewed at her bottom lip and pinched the bridge of her nose. Not everything was lost and they still could have the upper hand if they knew how to navigate between what they knew and what they could speculate about. It was only a matter of time. And perhaps, for once, Time would be on her side. 

GoT: Hold me

 Hold me. Hold me as if we wouldn’t live to see another tomorrow. Hold me as if we would never be able to be together. I can’t think of an alternative. I can’t think of a world where you are not in. Jaime, my sweet Jaime, my lovely Jaime. You are everything to me. You are my love, my life, my world. I knew from the moment we met that our connection would go beyond distance and time and my heart knew before my head, that I would lace my destiny with yours. I am afraid, very afraid of what lies ahead for us to face. I am very aware of how complicated our situation is and of how much you want to do the right thing. I support you. Always and forever! I support your desire to protect your family and avoid anything that could jeopardize their good relationship with my sister. I support your desire to protect me from the Havok our love could create, but I cannot accept losing you. I cannot accept to stop loving you. I cannot accept being apart from you. Is it being selfish? I guess so. But didn’t I deserve to be selfish?

Hold me. Hold me tight, please! I don’t want to wake up tomorrow if tomorrow is without you. I don’t want to leave our bed and the warmth of your body against mine. I don’t want to leave your embrace, because, in the dead of the night, the only thing keeping me sane and safe is you. I have been searching for a reason to be alive, to enjoy my freedom. I discovered what love was with you and now, now I realize that I will lose you, I am suffocating. I found you! I found you, my love, and now, now I can’t let go of you. Please, understand my request. Understand where I come from. Understand that all I want is to make you happy and make you feel loved and wanted because you deserve to feel loved and safe in a world. I found my purpose with you. I found my purpose with you and  I won’t give up on you. I can’t. I don’t want to. So please, hold me, hold me because if tomorrow we can’t hold each other, I want to remember you. 

Modern JB: sweet frustration

 Modern JB: Sweet Frustration

// I love them, okay?! 

 

There was both a frustration and a pleasant danger at keeping her relationships secret. Nobody could know that she was seeing Jaime Lannister and was Kyra’s best friend. Nobody could know that they got along well because their families would never allow their relationships to happen. Aerys II «The Mad Dragon King » Targaryen might have been dead, but his legacy was alive and well in the form of his children. Daenerys would make sure that his will wasn’t betrayed by any of her family members, hence her tight surveillance of both Viserys and Bäahal. Viserys hated Jaime and was notoriously bickering with Cersei Lannister, so how could he approve of her relationships to both Jaime and Kyra?  She felt on a tight spot, unable to share the news of her most recent joys with her family and perhaps begin to truly bond with them. It wasn’t just family, however. The whole world was watching and since tabloids and other families loved a good scandal and gossip, they also were on the look-out ! she could tell by the amounts of articles about Jaime and his supposed relationships with models, actresses, and even the worst assumptions -Cersei-. She knew they would never leave them alone and would chew them until nothing would be left of them. It happened to her when she was dating that Dornish heir. They raised the couple up, made sure the whole world knew their names and when Elias broke up with her, they made sure to harass the 8th wonder of the world.

 

That was dreadful and scary. To be unable to escape the scrutiny of the press and give them what they wanted -to drink her tears, to bask in her distress, and to traumatize her some more by telling her about her ex-fiance-. It took some time for the heiress to recover from her breakup and the media circus. It took some time, and unfortunately her sister’s invasive presence to eventually start to move forward. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how the press would react if they ever knew about Jaime. She could imagine the titles already, lambasting her because she wouldn’t be good enough for the Golden Lion, or maybe too young or too crass for him. she could see the headlines attacking her character, trying to destroy her reputation or to the contrary, fan the flames of destruction to her own family. She’d become known as the traitor, the one who couldn’t keep it to her pocket and who betrayed her family long feud with the Lannisters. Either way, it wouldn’t look good.  Besides, one of the downsides of the whole situation was to watch or learn (through reading or gossips) about a potential love interest and being unable to say anything about it. She had experienced already the ramifications of such a situation when Bronn decided to tell Jaime how much he wanted to fuck Bäahal and how he was going to do that.

 

Yet, somehow, Bäahal was able to find something positive about this. The fact that she had something just for herself, protected from external vultures felt actually good. She started to think that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to build something solid without someone’s intervention. She loved to go incognito to their secret lair and spend time with him. She loved those secret encounters, perhaps because it had a kinky spin to it. Something about forbidden love with an older man or some Romeo and Juliet type of situation -yes, it could totally be a Romeo and Juliet story, with twists-. It had its perks, especially when she was sending him texts that would make a religious nun blush hard. It was fun to know she could send him enticing pictures when he was working just so he would have a hard time focusing on his work. She loved to know that she gave him marks, usually very visible marks on his neck -hiccups, bites, scratches- that would give a field day to tabloids and the likes. She thought it was arousing, actually, to be the only person who was with Jaime and yet have the world imagine he slept with countless women. She found joy and excitement in this but also it comforted her in knowing that she was true to him. she was only seeing him and wanted to be his and his only. She knew she was feeling something for Jaime, something far more than just friendship and somehow, it made her happy because she knew she had fully moved on from Elias and was ready to give her heart to someone else. She was still able to love and she was still able to find joy in this world. How could she not like it, then?  So when a model -who also was an heiress- started to gush about Jaime Lannister to her and speculate about his potential date, Bäahal smiled internally, knowing that it was her work that was being discussed.

Kyreris: the Promise

 

I could go on about all the things I love about you. I could go on and find excuses for my possessive behavior.  I’ll never clip your wings, I can promise you that. I can’t, however, promise I would never seek your company, nor carefully look at whoever is trying to get close to you. See, I want to protect you. I know you’re capable of doing so yourself and if anything, Dornes is a lesson I’m not going to forget. What I won’t be able to do, is watch an asshole come and bother you, and do nothing about it. What I won’t be able to do, is let another man tell me how much he wants to fuck you and what he’ll do to make you as if you were his. I’m not having that. I’m not having that shit. I refuse to let scumbags like the one at Dornes treat you like you are some meat and get away with it. I have that temper, I have to admit. I have that terrible temper that makes me see red and makes me want to destroy whoever and whatever makes me angry. I have a tendency to want to protect those I care about. The list is very short and you are in it. So I won’t apologize for wanting to protect you. I can’t promise I won’t beat the crap out of an asshole who disrespected you but I can promise you that I will try to keep you from crying because of me. I can promise you that. I will try! The gods know what love can do. And it turns out that I love you.

DOYA they could breathe

Doya: They could breathe.

 

// Always loving on these babies :D

 

They could breathe. After such a long time spent holding their breaths, they could finally breathe. Oya and Dean were two broken souls. Both had been deceived, betrayed, and destroyed because of life and its promises. It came to a point where they were dreading their dreams because reality was much worse than the nightmares they could ever have. There was a time when both would have laughed at anyone suggesting they could meet a partner, make a life for themselves in the brutal world they were born into. There was a time indeed. Both had known what it was to seek quick release and fake company from one-night stands. They had known the empty beds, the cold sheets and the mornings waking up to strangers met the night before. It was Shame that consumed them, it was the dreadful sense of loneliness. They felt lonely, in spite of the company they got and at some point, saving the world becomes so dangerous that even the short-lived company of people sought at night became impossible to get. It just wasn’t important enough.

 

At least that was what they thought before they met each other. They found each other when they weren’t expecting it anymore. Dean had just had to give up on an apple pie Life with Lisa, had learned he had fathered two children, learned his father had another son (aside from Adam, there was also Jacob) and that there probably was no hope left for him. Oya had just moved back to America, after spending years hunting the creature that slaughtered her family. She had lost a dear friend of hers, perhaps the only friend she had that wasn’t related to the supernatural world. She was on a suicide mission, determined to be killed by the very creature she was hunting. How could she go on living, knowing she was responsible for the decimation of her family? how could she go on living, knowing she always made the worst choices and would end up hurting herself in the process. Love was not an option. So, none of them were looking for Love when they met. It was Love who found them when they did. Little by little, good calls and bad mistakes and misunderstandings ended up bringing the two lost souls together.

 

They went from Partners to Lovers after a while, once they realized that they couldn’t imagine their lives without each other. It came naturally, starting with small habits and life together. It came through the passionate love-making that made them feel fulfilled and complete. It came from their mutual touch of affection and a willingness to open up to each other. Oya fell head over heels for the hunter, she fell in love with Team Free Will who became her family, she fell in love with Life again and so did Dean. That was why they were both excited to be together and happy with their lives. That was why they were both upset when something happened to the other and scared to lose one another. With Love came regrets, with it came fear, and with it came the desire to live even more fiercely.  And perhaps that was the most difficult thing to deal with. Both wanted to die at some point in their lives. Both had made peace with the idea of dying and yet, Love had made them want to have a few more minutes together, a few more days… a few more decades.

 

They could breathe. Finally! After so long trying to find a sense of their miserable lives, they had the answer. They found each other. Oya wanted to wake up to Dean every morning. She wanted to make love to him every day, and watch him relax next to her body. The ebony hunter wanted to bring him ugly aprons after her solo cases and wanted to watch him cook for them. Oya wanted to run her fingers through his dirty blonde mane while staring at his green eyes. She wanted it all. She wanted him whole. Dean wanted to make Oya happy. That was his main goal. He wanted to see her smile and blush and shrug her shoulders. He wanted to hear her fail and coming up with a nice comeback. He wanted to hear her laugh and let his hands run over her thighs. He loved to hear her snore at night and he loved to hug her tightly when she was having a nightmare so he could soothe her. But what they both loved the most was to work cases together and watch each other kick the ass of monsters. There was no doubt about it.

 

They could breathe! At long last! Pluto might have still been around. His name was still making Oya shiver and Dean’s skin crawl, at least tonight they weren’t thinking about him. tonight was all about them in their bedroom. Tonight it was about letting go and giving into each other. It was about Oya taking charge of their unwinding. It was about her guiding Dean’s head in between her legs and allowing him to stop thinking for a whole night. It was about them loving each other and getting ready to work a case together. They could breathe…at long last!

Happy 3 years!

 Happy 3 years!

Do you remember when we took this picture? It was a few months after we first met. I had no idea of the beautiful future ahead of us. We had such a beautiful night, Not the first, but definitely a template of what was to come in the next 3 years. It just went by so fast, I can’t believe we’ve already been in each other lives for this long, and yet, it feels as if we’ve been knowing each other for decades. I bless this day, the day we met each other. From the beginning you’ve always been a nice and supportive person, we became work partners and I jokingly called you Main Husband (this one will stick for ages :p sorry not sorry) because I thought we completed each other well. And we did. We were already a team and a good one.

We got to experience a lot of things together, the good, the bad, and the ugly but we always did it together. 3 years later and I feel that our bond became even stronger. You love me like nobody ever did before and I hope you know that I love you just as much and would always do my best to make you feel happy, loved, and cared for. That’s all I ever wanted for you. So, my dear Main Husband, Happy Anniversary 😊 May we have a wonderful 4th year, full of new challenges, joys, and celebrations!