Witchy hour: Maelström

(Witchy hour) 

"Leave! Run away! You don't belong here! There's nothing you can do that would change the curse cast upon you. You aren't to be loved nor accepted by neither Men, Lycans, Vampires or Witches. We loathe you! We hate you! We will destroy you. now Leave! Run! There's no death for you because we give you eternal life! There's no love for you, for you are a monster, a freak, a beast to be slayed."

Oh it hurt. Oh it hurt so much. For centuries she hid and ran away. She faced their hatred. She had to become stronger and she managed to just do it over time. Aasma was ruthless, knowledgeable and powerful but no matter the amount of spells she could cast, her heart was empty. Her heart was in pain. 

She had cursed her situation, cursed the supreme who punished her for helping Elijah Mikaelson. She never regretted her choice to help. Witches helped. They saved lives. She even owed her own life to Elijah and decided to repay his kindness with a gesture on her part. She had cursed the fact she was forced to endure pain endlessly because of a kind act. What was the point? Did she deserve it?  Perhaps. 

The witch tried to protect her heart as much as she could. She tried to keep it safe from feelings, pretended she felt nothing when her heart was bleeding.. She couldn't keep her distance from others. It didn't matter if they were witches, werewolves, humans or vampires. She would help everyone just the same but would not get attached. She would reign in her anger. She would hold back her true feelings and she would watch all those souls crossing her path. She would witness their lives unfold, relationships they would have, make-ups, breaks-ups, families even and she would look at herself and her own miserable life. 

She was miserable. That was the truth. 

She was misunderstood. That was the truth.

She was lonely. Oh... how true was that statement? 

She noticed him sitting on a barstool. Drinking alone. 

And she decided to go to him, to seek his company, to bond.

And bond they did. 

And care, she did. 

She cared for him, knowing full well that he would hurt her.

She cared for him, knowing full well that she would hurt him.

She realized that she meant no more than a tool for Elijah

and she realized she could not mean more for anyone. 

And it felt unfair. 

Oh it was unfair... 

But a curse was a curse and nothing could come against it.

She couldn't cure herself unless maybe she knew true love.

But how could a beast like him love a beast like her? 

How could she give him what he needs, when he didn't open up?

How could he give her what she needs, when he can't be stable?

When he would take the first opportunity to tear her heart apart?

When he would loath himself so much he wouldn't let her in? 

When he would comfirm all of her self-doubt, self-hatred? 

When she would awake his deeply buried fear of being left behind?

Because he would say something he shouldn't have,

Because she would do something she shouldn't do,

Because they were two miserable souls unable to be loved.

Because she was afraid of it actually working...

How do you deal when someone actually cares for you? 

How do you deal when the song is a different one? 

How do you sing to it? 

How do you dance to it? 

How do you recognize it? 

She didn't know. She didn't think of it all.

What she thought of, however, was that she cared for him.

She wanted him to be alright, she wanted him to know he mattered

She wanted him to know he was more than the "Original"

He was more than a beast, more than a man, more than a vampire

He was Klaus...He was all...He was everything

And she understood...

Oh, she understood. 

COPG: Life and death of Elpis: Worship

 (Elpis) 

She discovered a newfound love for being worshipped. She didn't need it, per se, for she was a primeval goddess and enjoyed tremendous power but it was a new power, one that indicated a shift in the power dynamic among the primeval gods. Ayasha, her treacherous sister and goddess of knowledge, discovered that their parents, the god of destruction Khaos and the goddess of all creation, Gaea feared the birth of their last child. Elpis was born out of true love between them. She was a desired child, not one made because it was needed but one made because they wanted it. It was a beautiful child, a powerful one who should not be made aware of her power. So it had been hidden.

Pride set her free. Her love for him did. It was transformative. Little by little her inner locks were destroyed and her true nature was exposed. She was the new All-Mother, although her title wasn't hers just yet. She was the perfect balance of her parents, a power capable to destroy and heal when used wisely. She was gentle and kind, yet was excessive, extra and destructive. She was complex, she was complete, She was everything and worship, oh worship was only making her far more powerful than she used to be. 

Elpis didn't like being worhshipped for the power rushing through her veins. No. It was the acknowledgement and the praise she liked to hear. It was the intense desire for just a glance from her, or the yearning for her attention she enjoyed. Could we say she was vain? Oh, Pride was far more of a Diva. Elpis could do without being worshipped, but she couldn't deny the joy and pride she felt when it happened. 

She couldn't deny the shivers she felt when the Sin set his eyes on her. She couldn't hide the weakness in her knees and the shivers that ran down her spine when she felt his burning hands over her sensitive skin or when she heard his deep voice whispered in her ear. She couldn't deny the pleasure that nothing in the world could top when the King of Kings, the future emperor of the Universe was focused on her and her only, as if she was the most beautiful being in the whole universe, as if her Light was the only thing he needed to keep going... as if there were only the two of them. She couldn't deny it... no... 

She was craving it. 

Doya: Resilience

Resilience, 

If there was a word that could define her, it would be resilience. You needed to be determined to live the life she had. Being a hunter wasn't a task most people could put up with. Not everyone could deal with the horrors and the loss. Not everyone could handle the fear that clung to one's guts and the uncertainty of the day that would come after. You needed a will made of Iron, a focus on the mission that was given to hunters: protect mankind from monsters. 

It wrecked minds, ripped hearts apart and battered bodies. It was an ungrateful job, where the days you could save everyone were rare. It was a job where death was the ever-clinging companion. You could die at any moment, you could lose someone you care about at any moment and then... then.. you had to kill. You had to do the dirty deeds and soak your hands in the blood of the monsters you killed. That could quickly become heavy. 

How could you build something when all you have is despair, grit and nightmares? How could you enjoy life when everything was bleak? HOw could you love after so much heartbreak? She believed that her heart was too dry for that. That love couldn't grow from the perceived barren land that was her heart. She believed that she couldn't find a new family or have a new home in the Winchesters and Dean, especially Dean... Yet she was wrong. How could she handle such a life?

Resilience... 

Modern GoT: She smiled

She smiled, 

Despite the clouds that were menacingly getting closer to her, she kept smiling. Today there was the sun shining on her. Today, there was Joy in her heart that made her glow from within. Today, everything was fine. 

She could have been bitter and nobody would have been upset at her. The silver haired llife was made of errors and trials. It was made of regret and the heavy burden of a past she didn't choose. It was made of loss, unfathomable and destructive loss that tore her heart apart. It was made of uncertainty and questions about a future she couldn't anticipate. 

She could have been angry and yet, nothing but hope was filling her heart. She trusted in better tomorrows and was grateful for the sun in her life. Fleeting moment of respite. Short-lived rest in a chaotic life but oh she appreciated it. She lived in the moment, basked in the glory of the joy she was given and perhaps here lied her secret. She knew pain and despair for most of her life, enough to actually embrace and enjoy true joy and beauty when it presented itself to her. 

She could have been brooding, a misantrhope who would find solace in staying on her own. Yet, she liked people. She liked having connections and she had faith in others. She kept faith in people and anyone with a good eye could see the sun Bäahal actually was. Anyone could understand that she was the sun. 

Especially when she smiled. 

Doya: "What's on your mind?"

// My sweet babies. I do miss them a lot. I did want them to have a good time together. 

xxxxx

Dean put the files on the table and rubbed his temples. He was tired from the night spent investigating the small town they landed in.  The case seemed to be an easy one. It was supposed to be vengeful ghosts as they first assessed but the more they dug into it, the worse the case became. Dean just wanted a break from all of this thinking, so he leaned into his chair and massaged his temples. Oya had been doing some yoga for a while, using the wall and the floor of the motel for support. When he took a break, Dean noticed that she was stretching on the floor, doing the lateral split, and working on stretching her arms. She felt his gaze upon her and stopped what she was doing to set her hazel eyes onto Dean's Emeralds. A smile crept on her lips and she slowly broke the position and sat on her knees. 

"I think I missed the most interesting stuff..." -He fake-complained, as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers-

"You were busy reading reports. I just decided to stop working my brain and start a workout." -Oya stood back up and grabbed the towel she had put on the bed. She dabbed her face and chest and wrapped the towel around her neck. "It felt good if you wanna know."

"Still, I missed that. I like watching you work out." -She curbed a brow and grinned at the hunter.- "No really, I like watching you work out. Have you seen your thighs? They're so powerful, so graceful and I lose my--" He stopped talking because Oya stood back up and walked towards him. "What?" -He tilted his head to the side-

"Keep talking. I like when you compliment me." -She said as she straddled the hunter and sat on his lap. Dean grunted and shifted his weight on the chair. His eyes were now staring intently at the woman on top of him, curious, inquisitive, and surprised.-

"O..." -He grunted again, feeling her hips shift her weight on top of him-

"It's alright Dean. You said you liked watching me work out? To be honest, I do watch you as well when you work out and when you hunt." -She purred, gently kissing the tip of his nose-

"I know, you always tell me you do." -He faked being outraged and rolled his eyes. Oya chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Precisely! I do watch you and I admire your technique with the knives. I do love to watch you twirl your blade and stab your target with it." -She rocked her hips, eliciting a groan from the hunter. she was being ambiguous, as always. He knew she was in a playful mood and he got along with it, enjoying the much-needed break from the case.-

"Are you talking about my actual Angel Blade or..." -He grinned, enjoying her display of affection towards him-

"Maybe both?" -She grinned and gently caught his earlobe with her lips while she pulled Dean closer to her frame using the towel. "But I was really talking about your knife technique. I can deal with guns, I know my way with martial arts too but knives? They're hard to operate. You need to know what you're doing, be fast enough to wield it well and strike hard." -She pulled away so she could have a better look at his handsome face. Dean couldn't say he didn't like it. Oya had always been open to showing her attraction for him. She showed him she cared for him and always made sure that he knew he was wanted, desired, and loved. Even now, while she was covered in a thin layer of sweat and she was the most beautiful he'd ever seen her, even now, she made it all about him.-

"Oya... I don't know what you're really about right now." -He half-admitted in a grunt. Truth be told, he knew exactly what she wanted to do and where all of this was going. Oya's attention was focused on him and she had that intense look in her eyes that couldn't be mistaken with something else. She was slowly working herself up and taking him with her.- "But... but I can admit that I... I really really like watching you fight and work out. You.." -He grabbed her waist and firmly pulled her against his torso.- "You make me..."

"I make you?" -She couldn't finish her sentence, Dean captured her lips into a searing kiss. she dropped the towel and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, allowing him the entrance to her mouth. She shut her eyes and felt his hand run up her back to hold a fistful of black locks. "Mmhhh, Dean... Dean...Do we have any lead on the case?" -The sudden question made him blink and furrow his brows. He pulled away from her to have a good look at her face.-

"I don't... How do you want me to focus when you're distracting me with a workout?" -He asked bemused. A gentle grin crept on his lips and he gently pressed kisses to her jaw, her neck, and buried his face at the crook of her neck. "Oya you're terrible." -She was teasing him, driving his mind crazy with mixed signals.-

"But you like it." -She fake-complained- "Come on Dean..." -She kissed his forehead and cupped both cheeks.- "I know you want to have a break, and I know that the case is driving you nuts. Maybe you'd want to talk about it?" -She sounded concerned, but the smile that crept on her lips was betraying her mischievous thoughts. Dean chuckled and nodded.- "Let me take a shower and we will be able to tackle this topic uh?.." -She suggested with a slight grin-

"Mmhhh counter-offer! What if, we first keep doing what you've started, take a real big break from the case, and later on, after we shower, we talk about the case?" -She chuckled and nodded- "You like the idea?"

"I do..." -She stroked his cheeks and leaned her forehead against his.- "I very much do.." - "She then bit his bottom lip and pulled it towards her. "Dean..." -She moaned out, hugging him tighter and she ran her hands into his thick dirty blonde mane. "Just... just so you know, I very  much love spending T--"

"I know. Me too." -He cut her short.-

She was about to say she loved spending time with him. She loved him. She was about to find a fancy way to claim her love for him. Yet he didn't need her to say those words, not now, not today. He didn't need her because he could feel it himself. They both have spent such a terrible year that he didn't want to miss an opportunity to enjoy the moment with Oya. They would find out what that case really was about and they would take care of it right in time. But now.. now... Now was about the two of them.

-TBC-

GoT (modern): Temptation

//She was almost tempted to expose her relationship to a complete stranger. Can we blame her though? that blonde bird stated that Jaime was gross because he was older... Bäahal had to say something. 

xxx

Coconut Hotel, swimming pool. 

Eleanor Bigsby searched for Bäahal after the incident took place. As expected, the story didn't go unnoticed and the horrified bloody face of the beautiful heiress was plastered all over the news and tabloids. She couldn't escape Daenerys' inquisitive look and the interrogation that followed nor could she escape the attention she got from the media. So she found a little bit of peace in this Hotel, inside King's Landing and she decided to spend a few days there, so she could rest well. Eleonor found Bäahal sunbathing in a tiny little purple bikini. Her chocolate skin was glistening from the sun and her wet silver locks were sticking to her face and back. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was enjoying the warm rays of sunlight when she heard the familiar footsteps of the blonde heiress. 

"Bäahal! I have been looking for you for days!"

"You should have kept looking." -Bäahal's dry tone made the young woman cringe.-

In reality, Eleanor was feeling guilty for what had happened to her 'friend'. Bäahal could have been assaulted by that stupid guy. She could have been in an even worse situation and the blonde heiress didn't want to have her name attached to such a scandal. She already hated when Bäahal lashed out at her and hated it, even more, when Daenerys came later. She threw a newspaper at her face but proceeded to remain cold when she laid out the next steps of Eleanor's actions. Daenerys was terrifying, even more so because she was being overprotective of her sister. Bäahal was a lot of things, but the silver heiress refused to let her sister be assaulted by a violent jerk. She didn't wish her physical harm and mental scarring. 

"I know you are upset, and rightfully so. I should have vetted my guest list and I shouldn't have invited him."

"Precisely." -Bäahal sneered before she pulled her sunglasses down and seized the blonde heiress.- "However... You couldn't have predicted what happened since he had never assaulted anyone. Sit down." -She pointed at the long chair next to her and resumed sunbathing. Eleanor chewed at her bottom lip, unsure of what to do but she finally chose to sit next to Bäahal and lay on the long chair.

"Are we... Are you mad at me?"

"Depends... what did my sister tell you?"

"Uh... She threatened me. I had to apologize to you once again and make sure that people around me don't invite that guy ever again. He can't be at the same party as you. I wanted to say I am really sorry about what happened. I'm sorry about the tabloids as well." -She said shrugging and sitting better on the long chair.

"It's okay... You didn't know. I'm not upset at you anymore." -Bäahal shrugged and pushed her sunglasses back up her nose. Eleanor moistened her lips and crossed her legs - 

Silence settled between the two of them. A handsome man started to walk towards the swimming pool. Eleanor looked at him and started to fan herself as her eyes stared at his perfect chest. She bit her bottom lip. 

"Have you seen this guy, Bäahal? He's so dreamy!" -Bäahal took a look at him and shrugged. She acknowledged that he was handsome but it didn't do her anything. Instead, she looked away. "Come on. Don't tell me that he's not good-looking. He's young. he's handsome! he's super fucking hot and I really would have had a piece of him."

"He's alright." -The silver head ran her hand through her silver locks and "I like them older."

"Older? How old are we talking about? Old like 30 years old or are you talking older?"

"Mmm... It all depends on his personality. I don't really care about his age as long as he is making me happy."

"I wouldn't be able to sleep with a man this old. Honestly, how could a man this old turn you on? He's old, wrinkled, and out of touch with our present."

"So you're telling me that Jaime Lannister wouldn't turn you on?"

"He's OLD!! Don't tell me he turns you on! come on, he's old enough to be your uncle or something! He probably would turn my mom on or my big sister but that's about it! I'm sure he's watching sports on tv, drinks beer every Saturday, and would talk about work, work work, and work. Boring."

That made the young woman's blood boil. She hated it. How could Eleanor spit so much nonsense? Jaime wasn't old, well, he was older than her but that never bothered the young woman. Why would it bother her? He was experienced and he was mature. He knew who he was and wasn't still trying to figure himself out. He was kind, knowledgeable and on top of it, all had a sense of humor that made her laugh. Why would it feel so strange to be attracted to him? It never occurred to the heiress that their age difference would be an issue. why would it be? Why was it gross? she was 25 not exactly a teenager. He was an older man but he wasn't exactly an old fart. So why were people grossed out? 

"you don't know that Eleanor! Have you seen Jaime Lannister? Have you spent time with him?"

"Why are you talking as if you were interested in him???" -That would be a scoop. That could be something she could tell Daenerys in order to make amends for what happened during her party-

"Whatareyoutalkingabout?" -Bäahal realized she spilled a little bit too much of the beans and tried to keep a poker face. She was appreciative of the sunglasses she was wearing- "I'm not interested in him. I'm upset you'd judge someone based on their age! Age means nothing, Eleanor! You can be young like me and exhausted by the empty heads some people have."

"You awfully sound like you actually like that Lannister guy. Have you thought of the consequences on your family?"

"Shut up! I am not into that Lannister guy. I just don't agree with you. This guy is alright, I didn't say he was ugly or something. He's just alright. He isn't what I'm looking for in a guy."

"You're looking for a relationship?" -Eleanor lifted a brow but Bäahal removed her sunglass- "Oh.. okay, you're not. I don't know, I just think that older men could be wanting something different from us that's all. They want to have families, kids, a stable situation. They want things you can't provide. that's all. it's not bad, per see, but they're not the most attractive people for me."

"That's the most honest thing you've ever said... fair enough. you don't want older guys and you think the younger guy by the pool is handsome. case closed."

"So you're not into Jaime Lannister?"

"Nope..."

"But you said his name."

"He's currently the hottest bachelor according to tabloids that's it."

"Mmm... Fair enough.Well... Let's put this behind us. I found you and I want to enjoy the swimming pool." -Bäahal waved her hand and put her hands on her forehead.-

As a matter of fact, she was very upset by this conversation. She wasn't very careful. A moment of distraction and she would have admitted she was seeing Jaime Lannister and was in love with him. She honestly had no idea that some people might see the age gap between the two of them could be seen as an issue. if they were dating in the open, would they have to face some backlash? over an age gap? that bothered Bäahal who shrugged and pouted. 

GoT (Regular): One drunken night Bäahal x Jaime

// I love these two. Just so fucking much. my sweet JB. poor tormented souls 

xxxxxx

The princess bit her bottom lip. Both hands were on the heavy wooden door of Jaime Lannister's front door. She wanted to break into his room and spend the night there. How could she when it was clearly forbidden for her to do so? It was a tacit rule for the princess to follow. Until Daenerys gave her blessings for the new pairing, they were to stay apart from one another and behave properly. It was difficult for Bäahal not to storm into Jaime's bedroom, to talk to him, touch him or kiss him. She did promise him that she would follow any of her sister's orders. She was loyal to the queen and to the House of Targaryen and duty would always come before her own emotions and needs. That didn't mean she wouldn't suffer for it and on a night like this one, her pain was too much to bear. 

She drank herself to oblivion and got a massive headache as a result. She could just knock on his door, force it open, anything really to see his face. She could scream and shout and be upset all she wanted so Jaime could open the door but where would that take her? Bäahal was drunk but she still had some control over herself. She couldn't open that damn door. She couldn't see the love of her life that was behind that heavy door. She had to stay with herself and follow orders. Commander Snow was very clear, Bäahal couldn't go with Jaime because her survival had to become their asset. She had to stay in the Red Keep and wait for Jon and Jaime to return from a risky mission. Daenerys got to spend one last night with Jon and she got to enjoy her husband one last time before he left but Bäahal didn't. She couldn't. It was forbidden. 

"Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck fuck... I want to come inside." -She finally lamented, gently rubbing the door and making enough noise for Jaime to hear and slowly walk to the door. 

His heart was pounding into his ribcage. He knew he wouldn't open the door no matter how badly he wanted to do so. His determination already dissolved when Bäahal forced the door of his cabin and spoke her heart out. How could he reject her when she pleaded with the gods to be with the man she was in love with? How could he reject her when she was crying? he couldn't see her face due to the darkness of his cabin but he didn't need to. The princess had already cried so much in front of him that he could imagine the face she was making at this moment. 

Tonight was different. Tonight, she had stopped herself from pushing his door open. She had stopped herself from even calling out for him. She didn't know that he was behind the door, attentive, barely breathing as he wanted to hear her voice. She had no idea that he was actually close to her, ready to answer her very demands, ready to open the goddamn door if she pleaded him to. He was weak, she made him weak in the knees and he knew that if she knew how to ask, he would give into her. Tonight, he was listening to the princess, his whole body ready to welcome her in his arms. 

"Jaime... I promised Jon I wouldn't disobey and wouldn't follow you on your dangerous mission. It terrifies me to let you go on your own because this could be the last time we see each other. I wanted to... I wanted to see you despite everything and hug you, kiss you, sleep in your bed before tomorrow but I won't be doing it. I promised you I would behave once we land at King's landing. I promised you I would behave and I will keep my promise..." She slowly started to sob, it was faint but Jaime picked that up and that broke his heart. "I was allowed 5 minutes tomorrow to say goodbye to you. 5 minutes where I wouldn't be able to touch or hug or even kiss you. 5 minutes instead of nothing... I guess I should be happy with this but I am not. I am so sad... I am hurting... I think it's unfair that nobody wants to see us together but we promised.. we promised and we would do accordingly.."

She sobbed harder, he could hear her clearly now. she had her forehead pressed against the heavy wooden table and he could hear the scratches of her nails, the heavy breathing, the hiccups because she was drunk... everything. Bäahal's alcoholic behavior was to be with no more restraint. She was honest and blunt. She was speaking her heart out and acted as she truly wanted to without boundaries. To have enough restraint when she was lamenting about wanting to do otherwise, proved that her deepest desire was to keep her promises. She wouldn't open that door and wouldn't ask Jaime to do so. 

"I don't even know if you're awake. it's so late... Maybe you won't listen to me but it's alright. I'm just vomiting my words to you, as always...." -She closed her eyes.- "Jaime. You have to come back to me. You have to stay alive. You have to. I know you want me to go and find younger and fancier knights. I know you want me to have a better life with someone who would be worthy of me but guesses what, you are this person. you are my choice.. you are my choice and I don't want anyone else. I know, I know that you're probably the most hated man of Westeros and I know that plenty of people won't approve of my choice but... but I know you. I love you. I love all of you. and it kills me to be denied the opportunity to be with you. it kills me... Jaime... it kills me to not be with you." -She said sobbing louder now- "It kills me to not be able to hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you... It kills me to not be able to kiss your lips and look you in your eyes in public. It kills me to have to hide my love for you and pretend that I am not affected when all I want to do is cry rivers. it kills me.. it kills me that the only thing I've ever wanted is denied...oh Jaime...Jaime... I want to say goodbye properly, I want to spend the night here with you but I won't be doing so because I promised you that I will comply... I will comply...." 

She was now seriously crying and Jaime wanted nothing more but to open that goddamn door and pull her into a tight hug. it broke his heart to hear her cry and keep that door closed. it killed him to not be able to bring her comfort and to be responsible for her pain and distress. She might not see things this way but he did. By loving him, the princess was hurting herself and tonight was further proof that she was, indeed, suffering because of him. The knight felt a pang in his heart and touched the door where he believed her forehead was -missing it by a couple inches- He wanted to speak but he chose not to, so she could empty her heart the way she wanted. She sobbed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. 

"I will be going to my room, beloved. But please, even if I can't do more tomorrow, know that I love you more than anything Jaime. you are my everything. you are the love of my life and if my body can't touch yours tomorrow, my soul would. My soul would. Remember this.." 

She said as she left the hallway and went back to her bedroom. Jaime sighed deeply as soon as he was sure she had left the place and returned to his bed. How could he sleep now? How could he sleep when he knew that she was crying her eyes out? How could he, when he wanted to alleviate her heart and soothe her pain? Jaime looked at the windows of his room and cursed himself and everything under his breath. Fuck... fuck everything. How could he be responsible for so much pain, even after everything he had already paid? Why would the sweet Bäahal know pain and tears when she should be laughing and smiling? Fuck everything! 

-TBC-

Witchy hour - Bourbon to Bourbon

// Elijah just spoke to me. I wanted to write him. it's the first attempt. 

xxxxx

"Do you know where my brother is, Little Witch?"

She would have recognized the voice even in a hundred years. Elijah Mikaelson, the original. Asma didn't expect to meet with him. She didn't even consider that he would come back to her since he encouraged her to leave her shop and venture into the world. She felt goosebumps cover her arms and felt her lips tremble but she kept her composure and bit her inner cheek. She tried to save face, but Elijah was able to hear her heartbeats. He could see that her heart was beating faster and she was nervous, still in control but nervous.  Once the shock of his presence started to fade away, the young woman realized that the question he asked was, again, about his family's whereabouts. All these years without seeing her and the only question he had for her was about Klaus.  Her lips trembled harder and her heart sank a little bit.

"Did your familiar get your tongue?  I asked a question, Little Witch. Where is my brother?"

"I heard you the first time Elijah." -She snapped in a whisper.-

Elijah grunted eyebrows furrowed as he was processing the cold shoulder she was giving him. Asma had never been like this with him in the past. She had always been happy to see his face or hear his voice and had always welcomed the older Original. For the first time since they knew each other, the pink-haired witch was distant, cold, upset even. He didn't know what warranted the change of behavior but he didn't like it.  He ordered a glass of whiskey on rocks and sat next to her. She didn't move, not even her head as he sat close to her. She could feel his overwhelming presence next to her and didn't even need to look at his face to notice that he was putting his charming face on. He was trying to seduce her, once again, hoping that his voice and intense black gaze would be enough for her to wrap herself around his finger. 

"I heard you but I didn't want to run just because you snapped your fingers." -She finally said, lifting her head so she could sit straight. Her tone vas defiant, way too much for him to ignore-

"Is there something I don't know? You seem different, Asma." -He sounded annoyed at her change of tone-

"Different? Oh you mean, I'm not trying to please you as I used to." She swallowed a hard lump and brought her glass of bourbon to her lips. She didn't want to look at him.-

"What's going o--"

"I don't know where he is and /if/ I knew, I wouldn't tell you anyway. I think you're old enough to do your own search party, aren't you?" -She snapped again, her eyes shining brightly behind her sunglasses-

"Asma!" -The Witch shrugged and chewed at her bottom lip. He rarely raised his voice at her, so she knew that he was upset. Elijah closed the distance between the two of them, creating an intimacy that was making the witch uncomfortable.- "Now that I have your attention, I am going to ask you two a question and you will answer me."

"Are you threatening me, Elijah?" -She asked, the walls started to shake as her power was slowly starting to manifest itself.-

"I am not. However, since you want to act like a child, I will treat you like a parent. I have been looking for Klaus for a while now. I located him here and I know that he is here. Now, now... My brother is many things but he isn't a witch so you know where he is and you helped him hide."

"How clever you are Elijah..." -She snarled and shrugged her shoulders. "I did know where he was and I hid him, yes. He wanted to lay low and I wanted to protect him. However, it had been a while since I last saw him and I don't know where he is today. If I knew, I would be with him instead of drinking on my own here." -She raised her glass to toast and took a sip of her drink.- "You want to know why I'm being hostile now, don't you?"

"It could certainly help." 

Elijah's mind was racing. He didn't know what to make of the new information she had just given him. So Klaus found her or perhaps she found Klaus. The fact Klaus didn't kill her was in itself a miracle but that also indicated something deeper, something more worrisome. Asma mentioned that they talked together and she even mentioned that she would have spent time with him. Elijah wasn't stupid, he was starting to realize that Klaus and Asma became closer than he anticipated. He had always tried to protect his assets from his chaotic brother. Klaus had the habit of finding the witches Elijah knew and killing them to piss off his older brother. What set Asma apart? what made him not kill Asma? What made her want to spend time with Klaus? He furrowed his brows. 

"What's going on between my brother and you?"

"Ah.. now you care.." -She sneered- "Nothing dangerous, you can relax. I told you that I would not try to kill him and I always keep my word." -She looked at him, her glasses barely concealing the bright light of her eyes. "I found him and we started to talk. Funny how a simple conversation could open your eyes about the way people perceive you. For example...How one's Little Witch's existence is only known by one person and one person only." -She snapped and took another sip of her bourbon. 

"I didn't talk about you because I wanted to protect you from Klaus. As soon as he knows what I am up to, he tends to kill the ---"

"Assets? Things? I am not stupid Elijah. I know that I am nothing but a tool for you. I deluded myself into thinking that I mattered to you enough to be your friend. Yet, you never really cared for me. You only cared for what I could do for you. Even now, you come to see me, and the first thing you ask if where your brother is." 

She noticed that the barman gave him his glass of bourbon and toasted against the glass. Elijah looked at her with eyes wide open and his jaw tightened. Klaus talked to her and he told Asma about the previous witches he killed and had probably told her the truth about the relations he had. The venom in her mouth and the way she emptied her glass indicated that she was upset. 

"Asma. I think that we should be talking. I can see that you are hurt and upset and I have owned your scorn but I know you and I think I deserve to at least talk to you."

"Not today. I don't want to talk to you today Elijah. You know where my shop is, perhaps I would feel inclined to talk to you in a couple days but let me breathe a little bit."

She paid for her drink and left the bar and a perplexed Original who didn't know what to do with the new information he had. One thing was sure, he was angry at Klaus for messing with his powerful witch and had to find his little brother in order to stop him from ruining his relationship with his asset. The young woman felt her heart beat faster, her cheeks were red and hot and she was feeling pain tormenting her body. She knew she wouldn't see Klaus but she wanted to see him anyway. She needed to see him anyway...She needed it.

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Elpis: Nightmares

// Elpis hasn't had a nightmare for over millennia. So I wanted to write that down. 

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The goddess of Life woke up with a scream. Her eyes were two golden pools of light and her silky pink locks fell onto her chest and back. Her eyes were wide open, her chest heaved up and down at a fast pace. She put both hands on her face, touching herself in order to feel her skin and anchor herself in the present. She felt the sweat soak her fingers and the warmth of her skin. Her cheeks were burning, her chest was painful and goosebumps were covering her arms. She glanced to the left and noticed that the bed was empty. Pride had left it. She hated the cold feeling of her hand against the sheet and the fact she was on her own after something so wicked had happened to her. Her breathing was more labored than usual and her golden orbs were looking left and right as she was trying to collect herself. Pride wasn't there, but he had a good reason. She knew he was working on something and assumed that he probably went to the Underworld so he could tinker on his next project. She gasped for air and ran both hands on her delicate neck to make sure that nothing was squeezing her airways. And nothing was.  She could breathe fine and easy. She was safe.

"I have felt like this before..." -She whispered to herself standing up hastily and grabbing the bathrobe that was laying on the small chair next to the bed. She wrapped her perfect naked body under the bathrobe and tied it up before she rushed to the balcony for some fresh air.-

Elpis felt the fresh breeze over her face and sighed deeply as she was now free from the suffocating atmosphere of her bedroom. She realized that she was right. Elpis had, indeed already felt this before. It was Fear. It was the purest form of it that had clung to her heart and squeezed the life out of it. She was trying to understand why she woke up screaming and was worried to be under attack. Naturally, since Pride gifted her a scythe, the goddess of Light and Hope was able to summon it anytime she'd need it and it appeared in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the weapon and twirled it around, getting herself ready for a potential attack. Nothing had come, nothing happened so there was nothing to be afraid of. It was nothing but a nightmare. Elpis made the weapon vanish and she turned her heels so she could look at the view from the balcony of her hotel room. It was a beautiful starry night. The stars were brightly shining and lit up a very black sky. Her chest was still heaving up and down, beating so fast that she couldn't calm down. Fear was still clinging to her wet skin. She was starting to remember the nightmare. 

She remembered the day she was betrayed by her brother. The nightmare was in fact a memory. The night where she was stabbed by the dagger of Fate and cursed her for millennia. Elpis realized that despite her newfound freedom, and her desire to get revenge, she still had not faced the worst feeling of them all that she felt on that fateful night: Fear. Pride promised her that she wouldn't be afraid anymore because they would never be able to make her feel fear. Pride promised that they would pay for what they did and he forged a weapon for her. She never fully expressed the fear she felt when they betrayed her nor did she admit to herself that she still doubted her strength. Perhaps it was too early for her and she needed to build her strength and power. Perhaps, she simply needed to cry the tears she refused to cry when Ishtar stabbed her. Perhaps she simply needed to face her fears. "Oh... Superbia. How I wish you were there with me. I am worried about the upcoming war...worried and afraid. Oh, beloved, please come back to me and hold me... hold me... make me forget."

She pleaded, her voice reduced to just a whisper. She put her hands on the balcony and looked at the empty pool down. Her lips trembled and her eyes were wet from unshed tears. How could it be that she still feel the crushing presence of her brother? She still could remember the hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing the air out of it. She could still remember the anger in his voice, perhaps it was hatred at this point... she could still remember the bitterness of his tone because of her. He made it about himself and the family, claimed that her choice was destroying the primeval gods, claimed that she hurt him by choosing Pride. She realized for the first time and what was supposed to be his last, that Ishtar had desired her. He stabbed her out of jealousy because he couldn't have her.  Yes! Yes! she remembered the pain she felt upon realizing the truth. 

Oh, the heartbreak that followed was worse than anything else. She trusted him, she deeply loved him and he betrayed her in the worst way possible. With the war slowly getting closer, the young woman was wondering if she was strong enough to stand tall before her siblings. She was wondering if she would give them the same blind eye and deaf ears they gave her. She was wondering if she could be as heartless as they were and as vengeful as her heart was trying to be. Her scythe appeared again and she planted it on the floor of the balcony. Yes! yes, she was ready. They had reduced her to a pile of nerves and pain. They had tormented her soul for millennia but not without consequences. Her wrath would run down on them. Her anger would swallow them whole, her punishment would erase them from existence. She could do it. She would do it. Beware of the Nightmare Elpis would become!  

-TBC-

NMT FANCAST.

 A little exercise I was asked today. Should the book be turned into a movie, what would be my dreamcast and why? Also those characters appear or are mentioned in the first book. (I only focused on the most important ones)

Asma Jensen = Aja Naomi King. She is an excellent actress who can showcase the complex emotions that go through her mind. She can be strong, sensitive, fragile, hysterical but also brave, caring, loving and she is gorgeous! Asma struggles a lot and I really want her to be done justice. A good wig and beautiful make-up and she'll be ready to go. I am very protective of my main character, I love her so much. I want her to be portrayed by someone who can give her justice.

"The President" Nëela Olusegun =Ana Diop. I can't see anyone else who would be able to carry both Nëela's strength and vulnerability as Ana. (Well, that's a lie because Yetide Badaki is awesome). She honestly is a wonderful actress whose range I know more than Yetide (but she's second choice). She is magnetic, sexy, poised and honestly I can see her portray my President beautifully.

Abel Olusegun = Yaya Abdul Mateen. He's the loyal husband of the President and fought the "Last Rebellion" alongside her. He is strong, keeps to himself except when they are together. she's the only one he trusts therefore, she's the only one who can see him as he truly is. He's the Captain of the Elite (think of it as the Swat team who only tackles the most dangerous threats). Yaya has the range. He can portray anger, calm, he can be credible as a wise person, he's still young and he is charismatic.

Ivanna Markolvich (last name might change) = Syndey Lemmon. She was phenomenal in the Hellstrom tv show. She has the presence, the physical features, an uncanny beauty (or at least, a FACE) that works very well with my assassin/ Spy. Ivanna is a prized member of the Elite. she's been saved by Nêela during the last rebellion and became loyal to her. She's calm, only speaks when she wants to, is actually very traumatized and hasn't fully healed when the story begins. she's very close to Nëela.

Sodih Benh = Mary Wiseman. She was excellent in Star Trek Discovery and I honestly really loved her there. she made me smile and she made me cry. she's very bright and I think she can bring this charm, joy and vulnerability to my character Sodih. She's the pilot of the Elite. very happy-go-lucky and very loving. she's not mothering the group however, but rather, is concerned about them and can absolutely be uspet at them. Sodih has been saved by Nëela during the last rebellion and believes in her but her family rejected her for joining who they basically consider a traitor's rank.

"Ambassador" Aid'Ahn = Lee Pace. Well, do we need to introduce the guy? I think Lee Pace could absolutely channel the ambiguity of this character. he is charming, menacing, secretive, calculated and can be either cold and cruel or warm and lovely. This character plays a key role in the book but the extent of it would be known in the second book. I love him already and I needed a great actor and gorgeous face to play him.

"Empress" Sun Kwan = Zhang Ziyi. She is the second "young revolutionaries" leader. She fought alongside Nëela to set their people (The Metroians) free from the tyranical rule of the other ethnicity (the Dynasties). She is drop dead gorgeous, delicate, a cold lady with an iron fist which is needed since her power is challenged all the time. She is mentioned but will play a bigger role in the second book.

Axl Azuma = Mousa Kraish. Axl is a very important character. He is the notable of the biggest Dynasties neighbourhood. He is a handsome man, a good man who treats everyone with respect and has strong values. he keeps to himself but he was able to strike a nice friendship with Asma. I love him and I love the actor. you can see him in American gods first season. He's the Djinn.

"The King" Beastmaster = Florian Munteanu. He shook me in Creed II. I honestly need to see him in another movie and why wouldn't it be about my book? Beastmaster is the last "Young Revolutionaries" with Nëela and Sun Kwan. He is a very radical Metroian who doesn't want a single Dynastie alive in his continent. He still remains courteous and benevolent with other Metroians. He is traumatized by what his people went through for millennia and is absolutely cynical and absolutist. I needed someone who could both play vulnerability and strength.

"Deci-Bel" Chandra = Rachel Skarsten. Chandra is a very pivotal character. The impact she left in the book is everlasting and we will not forget about her in the other books. She's angry, hurt, disappointed and desperate and I think that Rachel can actually play the part well. Besides, her features are striking and her acting range is phenomenal. I can't say more about Deci-Bel because it would spoil the whole book, but she's as important as a nose is to breathe. :p

(Also, I won't add Angela Bassett's picture but she's supposed to be Asma's mother)

NEW YEAR: Witchy hour

-Witchy Hour-

"Happy Solstice. 

How I long to be able to celebrate this with my fellow witches. It stings sometimes, yes, it does. It does when you feel there is a coven near and all you have to do is just cross the street and find these people. It does when you have to refrain from thinking further because you know they would not welcome you with open arms. How could they, when you wear the cursed mark on you?? I can't glamourize my eyes, not in front of another witch because no matter the magic, they would always spot it. they would always know. 

How many years since the curse? oh.. yes, 800! I stopped counting or so I thought. centuries, can you believe it? it's been centuries since I was able to get close to my kind. I have tried to break my curse, to try my luck, and each and every time it was a failure. I was rejected. I was hunted down...I was alone. What could be different today? Mystic Falls? Come on.. we know that it wouldn't change shit.  I am cursed to be alone. cursed to be rejected by Men, Lycanthropes, and Witches alike. I am meant to never find my place in this world...

Happy Solstice...Ah! Bummer! I can't wish it. 

I  thought I grew used to being alone, but nobody is meant to be alone. nobody is meant to watch as the centuries pass on their own. Who could understand the way I feel? who could if not other creatures? perhaps him? perhaps the Hybrid... after all, he's not just a man. he's not just a vampire and he is not just a Lycan.  let alone a witch. He is his own person. he is unique. he is...me! 

Happy Solstice! There is a chance for life to turn around. 

We might be handling awful cards, we can turn it around. 

I managed to stop hating Klaus. to stop wanting to kill him. 

I managed to even start wanting to be with him.. seek his company.

Despite his past crimes and my family's blood is on his hands. 

Life can find a way...I can be happy again. 

Life can find a way... I can exist again. 

Perhaps this year, I can focus on trying to be happy.

Follow Elijah's advice no matter why he gave it to me. 

I will be doing this for myself. 

Oh... Happy Solstice! "

New Year short (Elpis COPG):

 (Elpis)

"Mortals concern themselves with how they would spend the next year of their lives. I used to mock them a little because I didn't understand them. Being cursed forced me to see things from their perspective and it became an eye-opener. They aren't immortals like I am. They aren't gods, but they are my mother's creations. Their lives are fragile, short-lived and because they don't know when to expect Death or how to prepare for it, they hope and pray. 

They hope for a better tomorrow. they hope to become the best versions of themselves. They hope to know love, comfort, and safety. They pray to give meaning to their existence and this, in itself is beautiful. Before I spent time with humans, I couldn't understand the concept. I was a goddess, I simply was. I embodied Hope. I was Light. I didn't need to ponder about my purpose for it was to exist. Love tore down that simplistic vision of existence. 

Betrayal tainted everything with the bitter taste of it and Being cursed opened my eyes to my own desires. I wanted to be free. I needed to find Pride. I needed to get revenge on my traitorous siblings. I can feel the planet call for me, ask me to become its new All-Mother, the one to decide and give life. the one to pray to. the one to worship and lead. I am a leader. 

I am a healer. 

I am a lover. 

I am...But this time, I have found a true meaning for that word. 

So Happy New Year. 

Happy Light Day. 

Happy Life until we meet again."

New Year: GoT (modern)

 (modern)

"Happy New Year, 

One thing I have learned last year is that you can't let your past suffocate your future.  I am and forever will be the daughter of a man who cheated on his wife. I will forever be, the half-sibling and some might still see me as a stain on the family's name. That's not my problem, it never was and never should be. I fought tooth and nail in order to exist in a world that didn't want me. I exist. I am Bäahal "firecracker"' Targaryen. the motherfucking 8th wonder of the world and the gods favor me. 

One thing I have learned last year is that my life has value. My love has value. My very existence has meaning and people could genuinely be happy to see me.  I don't have to accept to be my father's legacy or the embodiment of his mistakes. I am just me. I can only change what I do and the way I see myself. I can only fight for myself and I swear to the gods that I will. 

This year, I will make sure that everyone knows who Bäahal Targaryen is and put some respect on my name! "

Happy New Year 2022

Happy New year Lovelies!

I wish I could say it's a new chapter or that it's a clean slate but is life really that easy to understand? do we really have the ability to start over? I guess not, at least I don't think so at this specific moment. What I do know, however, is that Life always gives us the ability to grow, flourish, overcome, and discover. Life always finds a way, no matter how dire the situation is. At least, she gives us breathers.

So, this year there is just one "resolution" or goal if you will. This year, all I really want is to keep giving love. I want to still be able to give love to others and to keep learning how to love myself. I tolerate my existence, enough to not try to self-harm anymore. I know it's fragile, I know I can go back to hurting myself again but I want to keep trying pushing forward. I want to keep trying to heal.

I believe that love can help us all. from love, we can find strength. From love, we can flourish and hope and protect. From love, we can save other lives and ourselves. Love is a powerful feeling, as beautiful as it is ugly and raw and painful. Love, when handled with care can transform people and change lives. Love is Hope and Hope is Life.

So this year, all I can really hope for is for Love to find its way into our hearts and my own.

Please, take care of yourselves and know that I care for you.

Always and forever

NEW YEAR SHORT: DOYA

 "What's new in the New Year? I guess nothing really. We will always have monsters to fight, people to save and people to love. We will always have people to lose, people to care about and people to cut ties with. We will always have to do business as usual.

I never plan for anything and I certainly won't be hoping for a magical change. The Angels don't listen to us, Chuck left Earth and abandoned us. What's left is us to care for us. What's left is for us to fight against all odds, protect those we love and those we don't know. I guess, fight for humanity, always.

This year, however, I plan on taking care of my family even more. No matter what, I am a Winchester. I am part of TEAM FREE WILL, I am bonded to Dean. He is bonded to me. I can't run circles and pretend that I am not hopelessly in love with that man and that the family we make with Team free Will isn't my new family. However, I don't like words. I like action! I don't want to say it, I want to show it every day.

So that's my plan for the year to come. keep showing to those I love that they are my family. My blood. my present and future. All the while I look dressed to the nines and sexy as all hell! Of course!