Queen of my heart

"Queen of my heart,

You are amazingly dependable, reliable and you fill my life with unspeakable joy.

This is why I love you with undying love."

Hope was. Hope was the little comfort in the heart of any sentient being that clung most when Life was dire.

Hope was a source of strength, the very one that made soldiers stand back up and run towards a certain death so they could protect those they cared about or the one that made a mother risk it all to feed her children.

Hope was a source of inspiration. For those who invented, trailblazed and endured a thousand tortures in order to shape a better world.

Hope was the desire to achieve a goal, free of morals, free of societal norms. Hope was what motivated people to pursue their dreams or stay away from their vices. Hope was a motivation.

Elpis was many things. She was Power. She was Passion. She was Dedication and Sacrifice. She was the World.

And the World was her.

Or more accurately, the World was HERS.

GoT (Modern): Unscripted

 GoT (Modern): Unscripted

A/N: One too many scandals. One too many drinks. One asshole is getting broken ribs. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RyInjfgNc4

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"What are you doing?" -Bäahal's drunken voice barely escaped her lips-

He was overpowering her, his hands were holding onto her waist as tight as he could, forcing the young woman to look up to his face. She was drunk, not enough to lose track of time or pass out, but enough for her to be slower and exhausted. His features were blurred, but she could tell it was a man. He was tall, fair-skinned, with a squared jaw. She tried to look at his face but she couldn't see him clearly. Instead, she felt his lust. His eyes were intensely staring at her, enjoying the sight before him. Bäahal was scantily clad in a very fitting grey dress that exposed her perfect figure. Her hair, formerly in a loose bun was now looking messy, as she was struggling against the stranger. It escalated very quickly, way too fast for her liking. 

"I am trying to have a good time. Come on, Bäahal! Don't tell me you don't want to have fun." -He replied, his voice coarse and his breath heavy.-

His piercing blue eyes had studied her unique features with surgical accuracy. He noticed Bäahal from the moment she arrived at the party. She was the main attraction of the party given the way her skin glowed under the neon lights or the way her silver hair captured light. He noticed the way her hips were swaying in tune with the music and the smile she had on her lips as she was dancing. She seemed to be out of time, lost in her thoughts and absolutely enjoying herself. She excited him and awoke the beast within him. He had to have her. 

Bäahal was the most sought-after bachelorette. Everyone knew about her infamous breakup with the dornish heir. Everybody knew how devastated and distant she had been since then. No other suitors made themselves known since her break-up and Bäahal quickly became a "target". The 8th wonder of the world with her sister Daenerys. The daughter of one of the richest men on the planet, rivaled only by Tywin Lannister and his empire. A woman who was so magnetic that she turned heads wherever she went. Single, available, ripe for the taking. 

"I don't want to have fun. Let me go asshole!"' -She groaned. Bäahal believed that with just a very stern voice and an intense gaze she would have made him stop, but he didn't want to stop.-

"Come on, Bäahal. Don't be afraid. I just want to have a good time with you." -His breath stanked. It was tainted with alcohol. His grip was tighter on her waist and his boy was pressed against hers, suffocating her in the process. "I heard you were easy. That given the proper amount of drink, you would be wild."

Her eyes grew wide as anger slowly rushed through her veins. She was easy? What made them believe that she was easy? Was it the fact she loved dancing and didn't care if the whole world saw her dance? Was it the fact she was attracting many and was single? How dare he tell such awful things about her? How could he even think she was easy? She blurted words, unsure of what she actually said since her headache intensified. She was still struggling against him, pushing him away -still nicely so- so she could breathe some fresh air. Where did these rumors come from? She'd never heard of these and if they were true, Daenerys would have stormed into her bedroom for a "sisters chat". She didn't. He was just full of shit and trying to justify his disgusting actions. Blurred face grinned and tried to kiss her but she dodged his face and turned her head to the side. 

"Get the fuck off me, Loser!" -She growled and pushed him harder. Bäahal managed to surprise him enough for her to be able to breathe.-

"I saw the news! you went to Highgarden with Daenerys for "negotiations" didn't you? Everybody knows Bronn wants to fuck you! You can't tell me that your sister didn't give your pussy for a patch of dirt?!! " -He couldn't finish his sentence. Bäahal eyes were now filled with anger. So she slapped him hard.-

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know what you're talking about!" -She screamed and hit his chest with her knee. That was enough to make him bend forward and to have her slap his face as hard as she could. She hoped he would fall, but he didn't. Instead, it enraged him and he retaliated with a slap that made her hit the wall and but a vein.-

"Shut up bitch! How dare you slap me? You think you can strut around dressed like that and not get what's coming?" -He started to blurt out, pissed off by the heiress. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around so he could see her face. his other hand ran over her leg and tried to pull her panties down but she headbutted his face, cracking his nose in the process and making him bleed. "You worthless whore!" He screamed in agony, causing enough commotion for people to come and see what was going on. 

Bäahal had her eyes wide open and looked like a Fury who shouldn't be trifled with. She hated being violent, and hated, even more, being assaulted. His slap triggered her flight or fight response and for once, Bäahal's body was cooperative. She was probably too drunk to realize the full extent of what had almost happened but for a brief moment, she regained some clarity and recognized the guy. He was a random heir from the Iron Isles. He was even more of a nobody, less than the now destitute heir Theon Greyjoy. He was nothing. She didn't remember his name but couldn't forget his face. He was one of Elias's friends. He had always tried to have his way with her but she had always rejected him. This guy, whatshisface, was a drunk violent asshole. He was just saying whatever would get the reaction he wanted from others. Bäahal realized that he just wanted to take advantage of her and she tried to calm down but her heart was racing through her ribcage. She couldn't help but think of Jaime, of what he told her a while ago about the repercussions of her visiting Bronn. She could still see the face he made and the fact he was upset. 

Usually, people left her alone. She was the ugly duckling of the whole Targaryen family. They didn't care about her, nor did they want to. But, Bäahal was also a gorgeous woman whose beauty attracted all kinds of men. She had the respectful ones, the predators, and the assholes and this man was no exception. He was intoxicated and she was intoxicated and that was enough for her to find herself in a situation like this. Did she want to keep living this life? Did she want to still be a socialite? She was hyperventilating still, her nerves were set ablaze and her mind was filled with thoughts that kept trampling one another. Her body was shaking and the rush of adrenaline was keeping her acutely attentive. This place wasn't safe anymore for her, so she had to leave. When the host of the party, Eleonor Bigsby tried to apologize to her and check on Bäahal, the heiress snapped at her and asked why she didn't vet her guest list before she let this notoriously bad person in.

The answer was easy to find. This asshole was extremely rich and his parents were influential. Of course, he would be invited over to parties. Of course, he would be a complete douche. Of course, he thought he could "score" Bäahal that night. The lonely Targaryen. The sanest of the trio left to rule the empire. The half-breed of the pack. She was an easy target -or so he thought- and he was disappointed and shocked to discover that she had more spunk than she let on. It shook her up to her core but angered the silver heiress even more. Was there some truth in what he had said? could it be that Bronn said something to other people? Did he lust after her openly like he did with Jaime? who else believed that she ended up sleeping with the man so her sister could own pieces of his land?  On top of it all, how could she look so miserable that a low-life like that guy thought he could take advantage of her? she fumbled while looking at her phone but managed to get it and managed to text Jaime. "Come pick me up, please.. " and she proceeded to give him the address. 

Next to the building where the party took place, Bäahal found a public garden where she could find a bench to sit on. She did and sat there, allowing the fresh air to blow upon her and help her get sober. She already knew that this would somehow end up in tabloids and was already bracing herself for her sister's reaction. Was it her fault if she had been assaulted? of course not! was it her fault if she broke the nose of her assailant? hell yes! Was it her fault if she was nosebleeding too? No. It wasn't! she was still bleeding and that forced her to fumble in her bag in search of a handkerchief she could use. The sting of the slap was still being felt and her eyes slowly cried the tears that had pooled there. She reacted. she hurt him back... somehow, she protected herself from Viserys -and the slap he gave her a couple weeks ago-. Somehow, she allowed her own anger to take over... somehow the tears were her relief, or perhaps she was thinking about her Dad since the anniversary of his death was a couple days ahead of her. All at once, everything was hitting her, all at once.

What else could she do, if not just sob quietly on her bench?? what else could she do, if not just rub her arms in order to soothe herself. Damned be tomorrow! all that mattered to her was that Jaime found her and took her home. To their place. 

-TBC-

Doya: - One Heart

 Doya: - One heart

A/N: They also have good moments, eh eh :) 

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Oya had trouble sleeping that night. She had been shifting on the bed for quite a while now and decided to stop trying and stay awake. Something had been bothering her and she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Could that be the holidays? Could that be the festive commercials that got to her head? She thought she had made peace with the loss of her family and the holidays. She thought she was ready to move forward and accept that she would not remember everything about her family. That one hurt the most, After all these years she couldn't remember their voices. She barely remembered their faces but she still had memories. They would have forgiven her, she knew because she briefly saw them when she was dying from Pluto's attack. She briefly saw open arms, big smiles, and peace. Oya wanted to believe that it was real and not some sort of illusion or dream. She saw her family and they were proud of her. 

Besides, it didn't really matter if they were happy or sad, she was still missing them. They were gone and the holidays opened those wounds back up.  She rolled on her side so she could have a better look at Dean who was peacefully sleeping next to her. The sight of him made her smile and she gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. It elicited a groan from the hunter who wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Oya closer. Even deep into his sleep, Dean always found a way to stay close to the ebony hunter. He quickly grew used to having her in his bed and was now able to notice when she was shifting in the bed or when she was gone or simply not there. He realized that he didn't want to work solo cases anymore. He didn't like when Oya was gone for too long or when he didn't know what was going on. They shared one heart.

Pluto did nothing but force Dean to actually think about his feelings for Oya. She nearly died that day. He could still remember the guzzling sound of her throat when she gave him her last call. She still managed to think about him and wish to say goodbye. She still managed to reach out to him while she was dying. She still managed to love him even though she was scared. Pluto only revealed the obvious, Dean was in love with Oya and refused to lose her. He loved her presence in his life, working cases together, making breakfast for her, and sleeping in the same bed. He loved watching her sleep and knew her enough to quietly roll over and comfort her when a nightmare kicked in. They shared one heart.

He loved when he cared for him with her little attentions -be it a hand in his hair, or the ugly aprons she always brought him back from her solo cases-. He loved when she reached out for him during her sleep. She would roll on her side and wrap her arms around his waist so she could pull him towards her. She felt at peace by his side. Who did that? maybe Sammy. Maybe Lisa... but never the way Oya did it. Dean felt understood, seen... alive when she was around and he quickly realized that he was less and less himself when anything happened to her. They shared one heart. 

Oya felt it that morning. She took one look at Dean and her fears disappeared. she kept stroking his cheek and moved closer to his frame. She cupped his cheek and pressed her lips to his nose and then his cheek. She smiled through the kisses and leaned her forehead against the crook of his neck. Dean saved her. From the moment they met, he had always been with her, encouraging her and protecting her. He had been with her through thick and thin. The scars in her arms we a testimony of Dean's care for her. He understood her pain, he knew she was going on a suicide mission and he stopped her from dying needlessly. They understood each other, they knew their pain and they could comfort each other. They shared one heart. 

How lucky were they? Oya wondered. How lucky were they to have found each other in the midst of chaos? She didn't know and that was keeping her from sleeping. Her mind had been overworking trying to figure out why she was feeling so unsettled and couldn't rest. It was probably just the holidays and the memories of times that weren't anymore. It probably was the need to reunite with her family and the celebration of the lives that were lost. it probably was her fear of losing the love of her life that kept her awake at night.  Or maybe, that was the joy of being loved and having found a new family to love and protect that prevented her from sleeping. She had no clues, but the soft smile of Dean who was slowly waking up brought her peace. He was the answer to a question she had no idea of. Their lives were entwined for now and forever until death did them apart.

-TBC-

GoT (regular): Flashforward

 GoT (regular): Flashforward

A/N: The morning after. The celebration. The acceptance of their union. I'm a little excited about this so, of course, I wrote a scene that has not happened just yet and might happen very differently when written. 

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The silver princess brisk-walked towards the dining room. She couldn't contain the excitement in her heart since she heard the good news. She almost tripped on her way and stopped walking to catch her breath. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and the princess had trouble holding back her smile. Why would she not be smiling when the most important person to her was visiting? Jon Targaryen himself went to Bäahal's bedroom in order to announce the news, something he personally wanted to do. She did notice his smile but didn't think much of it as Jon always had a smile lately.  As Bäahal had caught her breath and stopped panting, the silver princess resumed walking towards the dining room. She could feel her heartbeat increase and couldn't hear anything else but her heartbeats. It had been a while, a few months with very little information about the guest's whereabouts. What were they up to? Were they safe? Were they hurt? She had stopped thinking on her way to the dining room and now that she was at the door, the silver-haired woman was trying to calm down. It wasn't an easy task, as a matter of fact, she wasn't able to do it. Flashes of the conversation she had with Brienne of Tarth decided to interrupt her concentration. 

Brienne had always cared for Jaime. You should have been blind or maybe deaf to not have known the secret passion the blonde knight felt for her fellow knight. Bäahal noticed how protective of Jaime, Brienne had been. At first, Bäahal couldn't understand why Brienne was testing her, but after a while, she understood that the same passion for Jaime rushed through Brienne's veins. Fate had been cruel to her for she traded one love for another but the knight was resourceful and found pride and joy in the friendship she struck with the silver princess. Bäahal's genuine affection for the knight won Brienne over and the two women were able to overcome their initial distrust of the other to build a strong friendship. Jaime chose Bäahal, there was no mystery here. He was a happier man and Bäahal managed to bring him back to himself, something Brienne had never been able to do.

"Be still my heart. It's not the first time... It's not going to be the last." -She held onto her chest, pulling onto the fabric of her dress as she wanted to regain her composure.-

 After a while, the princess finally pushed the door open and froze at the sight before her. Sitting at the dinner table there was Jaime. He had just returned from a trip to the Iron Isles and was enjoying the copious meal that was fixed for him by the royal kitchen. His emerald gaze set upon the princess and a large smile crept on his lips. She looked even more gorgeous and bright than she did when he left her. She looked lovely in a black fitted dress that exposed her arms and shoulders. Her hair looked like clouds around her shoulders and back and her delicate features made her look like a vision. Jaime was wearing nothing but a large crimson shirt and a pair of brown pants. He was shaved and his hair was longer than he usually wore it. The princess didn't mind for he was the most beautiful man on the planet for her.  Bäahal gasped and couldn't contain her excitement upon seeing the return of her beloved. She rushed to his sides and threw her arms around his shoulders. Her giggles were only interrupted by the many kisses she pressed onto his forehead and Jaime's own chuckles. He quickly pulled his chair away so Bäahal could sit on his lap and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, keeping her close to his chest. A few kisses on his temple and she leaned her forehead to his. 

"I have missed you, my dear Golden Lion." -She said, as her amethyst eyes set upon her sister.-

Daenerys was in the room with Jaime. Bäahal didn't notice her at first, too engrossed that she was with the presence of her beloved. Her sister had a genuinely happy look on her face. It took her a while to accept that the love between her sister and Jaime was genuine and that the Golden Lion was a different man today. Back at the end of the Last War, Dany was blinded by rage and distrust of the very family that caused her husband and herself so much pain. Lady Kyra did her best to mend the relationships, proving that she was a different brand of "Lannisters" and could be trusted. She did a wonderful job convincing through hard work, the queen of the seven kingdoms of her allegiance and loyalty to the crown. She even succeeded in making most of the people change their minds about the family. Cersei paid for the crimes of her family. The children she shared with Jaime paid for the crimes of their sibling Joeffrey, and their family as a whole. Jaime had his fair share of loss too and Tyrion proved that he could be trusted. He was wise, he was understanding and he certainly had his wit and quips to save the day. All of them worked tirelessly to convince Daenerys that Jaime deserved a second chance. 

"I have missed you too, my princess. I am back to you, safe and sound as you could see." -Jaime replied-

Daenerys had her eyes set upon the couple and felt her heart warm up to the kindness and genuine affection she witnessed before her. She was grateful for Jon's wisdom and the time he dedicated to making her see her eye to eye with her sister. Perhaps the most convincing was Bäahal. She had stubbornly defended her love for the knight and pleaded her case for months. Dany could at least give her her temerity and intensity.  Jaime was indeed a changed man. A man who saw a future with her sister, a man who risked it all to rescue Bäahal when he wasn't even sure she was alive. Jaime fought with them against the Night King. He went alone, against his sister's wishes, and risked his life for Mankind. Daenerys couldn't forget about it. She couldn't forget the shell of a man he used to be after the last war and the death of Cersei. Jaime as he used to be was gone with Cersei so killing him would not have added anything.  It would have been petty revenge and it would have broken her sister. Daenerys purple hues set upon her sister. 

"I have prayed for such a day. I am glad you came back to me, Jaime. I would have been very upset with you if you had not." -She sighed in relief and gently rubbed her nose against Jaime's.-

Bäahal was way too engrossed by the presence of the Golden Lion to notice the quiet exit of her sister. Daenerys chose to leave the room to the lovebirds. Her presence didn't make any sense now that she took the time to speak with Jaime. Instead, she wanted to let her sister enjoy the return of the knight in the privacy of the dining room. It took a while, months, perhaps a year or so -Daenerys lost count- before the queen opened up to Jaime. It took a while for her venom to leave her heart and for her eyes to finally see Jaime with the same gentle gaze her sister set upon him. Jaime lost everything to save those he loved. He sacrificed his reputation when he killed their father -and once the little girl in Dany accepted that her father was a mad man, she found the strength within herself to forgive the Knight- He sacrificed his family to the devouring ambition of his father, the madness of his son and the ruthlessness of his twin sister. He lost a hand due to his own arrogance and almost lost himself upon losing the lives of all of those he cared for. Besides, today was supposed to be an important day and the moment ought to be theirs. So she disappeared as quietly as she entered the dining room, with her sister oblivious to her presence there.

"Your prayers were answered, Bäahal. I returned safely." -He pressed a kiss to her forehead and cupped her cheek with his valid hand.- 

"Jaime.." -She leaned into his touch and slowly turned her head so she could press a kiss to his palm.- "Jon came to tell me you were back. Daenerys has been smiling for a week until today.. what is really happening?" -She asked in a soft voice, afraid to ruin the moment with her question. She was good at reading others and would have absolutely guessed right. There was something in the air, something she couldn't decipher just yet. They were celebrating something, all of them but Bäahal was the only one who wasn't aware of what. 

"Don't panic, Bäahal. Please. Just look at me." -He whispered to her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before he leaned his forehead against hers.- "It is happening. They are warming up to me."

"Thank the gods!" She exclaimed, her right hand slowly crept up to his face and slid into his blonde mane. "Thank the gods...I have noticed the lack of anger or hatred lately. Could it be that they are finally seeing you the way I do?"

"Maybe they do, maybe they don't. We'll never be certain." -He paused for a few seconds- " What I am certain of, however, is that I am more than happy since the moment the queen blessed our union. To be able to hold you in public like I do now is priceless. To be able to see you and kiss you.." -He pressed his lips to hers in a soft and gentle kiss. She closed her eyes and kissed him back before her other arm gently wrapped around his waist and kept him close to her frame.-

"I am happy they started to change their minds and accept you," Bäahal whispered in his ear before she leaned her head against the crook of his neck. Jaime smiled at her and lowered his head to look at her. "I am happy they finally saw the man I love. We endured it all. We endured so much, Jaime. We deserve our happy ending!" She whispered, rubbing her nose against his neck. Jaime shifted her weight on his lap and grunted his approval. 

"We can't have it all, Bäahal, you know it. You still chose me despite everything. You still chose me instead of the world and for this I am grateful. Could you please stand up?"

"Sure.." -The silver princess stood up and gently ran her hand over the silky fabric of her dress. Her amethyst eyes stared at the older man, focused, curious even as she was trying to guess what he wanted to do next. Her mind was working faster, reminding her of Daenery's unusual grin on her face, the smile Jon couldn't hide from her when he told Bäahal about Jaime and the surprising absence of people in this corner of the castle. "Jaime?... What's going on?" -He stood up as well, towering the young woman who was now looking up to his face and emerald eyes.- "Jaime..." He stumbled but caught himself back. "Are you okay?"

"I am. I am... Bäahal, don't worry about me. I am fine. However, I would like you to listen to me carefully, would you?" -She nodded frantically and then started to fidget with the fabric of her dress.- "Alright. It won't be long, I promise you." -He paused for a few seconds- "I think you have noticed there is almost no soul in this corner of the castle." -She nodded- "We wanted it to be privatized today. I didn't want those words to be heard by anyone but you."

"You're scaring me..." -She whispered, already expecting the worst to come from Jaime's mouth. He wasn't the type of person to beat around the bush, so she knew that he would have already been distant if he wanted to speak he would. Jaime closed the distance between the two of them. - "Jaime...Please, speak your truth."

"I'm getting there...." -He smiled at her and intensely stared into her purple hues. "I wanted you to know that you made a new man out of me, Bäahal. I used to think that I was the person Cersei knew and molded into. I used to think that with her death there was nothing left of me and I was nothing more than the shell of the man. You brought light into my life, and you brought joy as well. You also are a pain in my ass. I have to say, you're the most stubborn person I have ever known but you are stubborn for all the good reasons. You are caring, kind, and despite the horrors you've witnessed, you are still able to see the beauty in the world.  to see the beauty in me. You are...Bäahal, I fell in love with you and I know that I will have to fight each and every day to earn my place at your sides. I am but a simple knight in front of you, my princess. I am, but a simple man in front of you, my beloved. And my heart is yours. And if you want, oh by the gods, I would take care of your heart too. I swear before the gods to cherish you, treasure you, and protect you from now on and until death does us apart."

"Jaime... what are you saying?" -She couldn't believe her ears, but she knew, oh she knew that Jaime wanted to take an oath to the world and before the gods. Her eyes grew wide and she dropped her arms in shock. Jaime smiled at her and gently knelt in front of the princess. He held onto her hand and looked at her face. Jaime swallowed a lump, knowing that it was about to be the most difficult thing he'd ever done. He was ready. It was about time to make her an honest woman, wasn't it?  

-TBC-

Witchy Hour - KlAsma-: The devil within

 Witchy Hour - KlAsma-: The devil within

A/N: Another element of her past. interwoven with her present. 

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"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -The voice of her coven supreme echoed through her ears. Gentle, kind... motherly.-

The first time she ever said something like this was more than 800 years ago. Asma was still green when it came to love. She was interested in a young human man who was oblivious of her true nature. The Supreme felt compelled to manage the young witch's expectation about love. The older witch was certain that the romance would end tragically and wanted to warn the young woman of the consequences of her choices. At the time, Asma was young and reckless. She was overwhelmed by her feelings and needed to express her love to the young man. In an ideal world, this would have ended well. Just as she heard the witches of the coven tell the tales and as she read it in the books, they were supposed to live happily ever after. She expected it. She wished for it and she eagerly answered the question. She wanted a life with the young man because she was in love with him. She wanted a lovely life, a decent one akin to some of the elders. She wanted a white picket fence, the kids, the loving and caring husband who would protect them from harm. She wanted to be loved and he seemed to be enjoying her company and sharing her desire. 

"It's because I do."  -Her voice was determined. She was confident in her choice.-

Her answer was naive. Untainted. Meant to be violated by the brutality of Life. The truth hurt even more than what she had been warned about. The human didn't just betray her trust. He was scared of her true nature. A witch? How could a man fall in love with a witch? He feared her power and bought the lies of legends and rumors. He spewed hateful words at her "Monster." "Abomination" "satan's spawn", each one of them cutting deeper into her heart. She tried to convince him that she wasn't a monster and tried to keep him with her but the man pushed her away. She felt used, especially since he so eagerly stole her innocence and broke her heart. He didn't just leave. No. He brought in witch hunters to kill her, forcing her hand. Shattered, the young woman was forced to use magic to wipe the memories from the minds of the pitchfork-carrying men who came witch-hunting. A powerful spell she didn't master and which ended up killing the witch-hunters and left her crying as she stood before the lifeless bodies laying on the ground. It taught her a lesson that night. A lesson about the necessity to protect one's heart.  She should have known better but she never did.  She never learned. A few years later, she fell in love with another human man and the two of them started to date. She envisioned a life for herself, imagined that maybe she would finally be happy with someone who wanted to marry her and have children with her. She wished but wishes never came true. wishes never came true. And the same fate happened again. The relationship ended in blood and death because no human could ever love a witch, no matter how kind she was. 

"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -Now that was a voice in her head, a distant memory of the supreme who once acted as a surrogate mother to Asma. This time, the voice was harsh, cold, judgemental-

The voice had been silent since she was cursed, only to return when she realized she was falling for Elijah. All those centuries spent disappointed with humans, threatened by werewolves, and hunted down by witches had made her pretty lonely. Elijah was the only soul who stayed in her life. He was the only one she trusted and the only one who showed "real" concern for her. He carefully crafted his relationship with her and succeeded in making his presence important to the witch. He became her ally, her friend, the object of her affection and desire, and her sole companion. Falling in love, after all, was nothing but the consequence of a plan well-crafted. Asma recalled the joy she felt when she heard the familiar footsteps in her shop. She knew Elijah was there and her cloudy sky turned blue once again. She recalled herself swooning at the sight of his smiles, at the sound of his elegant voice and the intensity of his black gaze. She recalled his touch, warmer than she expected but oh so brief. The only one he allowed was for a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back. The only closeness he allowed, was the warm breath of his mouth against the delicate skin of her neck. But it was empty.. oh so empty. 

"It's because I do." -She repeated, convinced that it was what she really wanted.-

There was nothing in this relationship. Nothing that could blossom into something serious. Elijah didn't love her. He never did and never would. She realized soon enough that she was nothing but a tool for Elijah. He came to see her only when he needed to take something from her. He worried about her well-being because he wanted her to still be strong and alive. His "concern" was not for her sake but only for his and his family. And he kept talking about his love interests. Hailey here, Katherine there...how could she be stupid enough to believe he would care about her?  Coming to this realization, after she developed feelings for him felt like a foot on her neck or a kick in her face. It broke her heart to realize that she would never have her feelings reciprocated. Her curse worked perfectly, didn't it? She was to be unloved. She was to be alone. She was to always look past her shoulder because she would be hunted down by everyone. A lonely life, a shitty life was promised to her. How foolish she had been, thinking that perhaps someone like Elijah could be interested in her. What did she have to offer to him if not her magic?  So she kept things to herself, not even letting Elijah know about how she felt. There was no need for her to be humiliated on top of being heartbroken, so she didn't say anything. She let it roll. She let it die. She moved forward, or so she thought. 

"Why do you awfully sound like you want a life with him?" -The voice returned taunting her this time-

It happened suddenly, almost comically. Her path crossed the hybrid's centuries after he had slaughtered her family. By then, Asma had already changed her mind regarding Klaus. She had wanted to kill him at first, seeking revenge for her family and perhaps also making him pay for Elijah's involvement in her life. After all, Elijah wanted to protect his family -and especially Klaus- and if he came to her, it was to either find his brother or save his siblings. Nothing more, nothing less. She had wanted to make him pay for her pain and suffering, blaming him for her awful life and the pain she felt on a daily basis due to her curse. After a while, however, she realized that hatred would lead her nowhere. She understood that because of his curse, Klaus didn't even have any control of himself. Her family slaughtered was probably the consequence of whatever he went through at the time and the beast within made him do very questionable things over the millennia. Hating on him would do no good, and would not bring her family back. Killing him would taint her soul. She had always killed to protect herself and each and every death had been painful for her. She lived with the memories, sometimes even had nightmares about the lives she took. Why would she add blood on her hands? what good would it give her? 

"It's because I do." -She had not said it yet, but her heart was already whispering those words.- 

Klaus knew her. He knew her pain. He knew her heart. She understood him. She knew his heart. She knew his pain. They were two kindred spirits who found each other by Fate. Klaus triggered something inside her, a desire to live, a desire to move forward with her life. Klaus reminded her of her heart, forced her to dust it off and acknowledge it. Klaus.. she was attracted to him, like a moth to a flame and it had probably something to do with the fact that she understood him and wanted to show him the truth of his being. Yes, Klaus was troublesome. Yes, Klaus was dangerous. Yes, Klaus was bitter and angry but who wouldn't be in his shoes? He was cursed. He lost everything (save for his family) and he was overwhelmed with the urges of his nature. Klaus had given up on himself -she knew it because she did give up on herself- but she believed in him. She believed in their chemistry. she believed in their hearts. Her emotions were difficult to decipher for the witch. it was too early anyway for her to properly know what was going on but she was guided by her heart and her heart had chosen Klaus and the path of Light. She was going ahead of more troubles -and perhaps death- but was it really a path she had not known before? No... of course not. She wanted a life with Klaus and she would have it, regardless of what she would have to sacrifice for it to become true. 

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Mortality

 Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Mortality

A/N: She spoke to me, I have missed her. 

xxxxx

Ayasha was frantically pacing around in the hotel room she had rented for the night. The goddess of Knowledge couldn't stay in the primeval gods' realm. She had to come down on Earth and lead a few more investigations in order to find a way to kill the sins permanently. She was hoping for Pride to still be entangled in a war with his own siblings, but learned, to her dismay that the war was over and the sins were vanquished saved for Lust -Pride's strongest and most loyal ally-. The blonde locks were falling onto her back, disheveled, disgracious, exposing her anguish. What could she do? The goddess bit her thumb and paced faster in the room. Her green orbs flashed a brief light and she tugged at her blonde locks. How could she get away from this situation? it became clear that she had to rethink her plan otherwise, it would backfire on her.  What could she do? where could she start? 

The goddess realized that her dreams were shattered. Could she really achieve her goals and become the queen of the universe? How could she rule when her enemies were thriving in the darkness? How could she thrive when her own brother was now aware of her manipulations? Ishtar might have been easy to manipulate, -especially his guilt-, he was dangerous when he was angry. And by Khaos, he was angry. He realized that he had been manipulated into cursing his beloved sister. He was manipulated into causing a rift between primeval gods. He lost most of his siblings and there was nothing he could do to bring them back. To top things off, his beloved mother hated his guts and that was something he had the most trouble with. 

Ayasha was taunted by the disappointed look on her mother's face. Gaea openly disowned her two murderous children. She refused to acknowledge Ishtar and Ayasha as worthy of her time, let alone her love. When the goddess of knowledge first found her mother, Gaea had some harsh words for her daughter, mocking her desire for control, mocking her jealousy towards Elpis, and mocking her lack of anticipation. She was shortsighted, blinded by her rage and her ambition, and wasn't really able to see just how destructive and powerful Elpis was. Was her mother right? was she really shortsighted? What if there was something that was missing? For a goddess whose power was to know everything, she was unable to know the whereabouts of her sister or correctly assess her powers.

It was driving Ayasha wild. And she started to scratch her head even harder. How low had she fallen? Just a moment ago she was in control of everything. Just a moment ago, she was in control. She had a plan, she had knowledge. Elpis was nothing but a memory stuck at the back of her head. Ishtar was a pawn she manipulated at will. Sins were killing each other in a war that would have seen no survivor or so she hoped. What turned the tide? what did she not account for? Her eyes were searching through the darkness of her room but she still wasn't able to find the answers she was looking for. Then it clicked and she almost let out a primal scream. 

She underestimated the bond Pride and Elpis shared. She believed that he wouldn't care for her sister.  Sins were supposed to be selfish creatures, unable to bond with someone else by themselves. Pride was the best of the best, he was supposed to be the worst creature to ever exist so she didn't expect him to actually try and set her sister free. She should have seen it coming, or at least, try to anticipate it. She didn't and now because of her recklessness, Elpis was free and even more powerful than before. She felt it, briefly so, but she felt the surge of power. As she paced around, the blonde goddess ran her hand over her belly and then stopped walking. 

She could die. The cruel reality of this statement hit her hard and she put her hand over her soft lips to muffle another scream threatening to come out of her lips. Ayasha could feel it in her bones, fear... she was terrified of the reality of her demise. How could an eternal being envision their death? How could they accept everything to be over when they were supposed to exist until the end of time? It seemed so easy when she manipulated Ishtar into killing their father. Khaos simply stopped existing and Ayasha felt nothing of it. She had no remorse when Elpis was the one to be stabbed by their brother. She felt nothing for the loss of her siblings or the death of Khrön at her hands, but she felt sorry for her. 

She was sorry for her and was cursing her own mortality. 

-TBC-