TVD: Abigail Jones and the hunt for the Cursed one.

"Why was Abigail so hellbent on hunting down  the Cursed One? What could she get from killing another fellow witch? Some thought that she was after fame. After all, Witches who were witch-hunters did exist over the centuries. Most were motivated by the survival of their coven, some, were more interested in spilling blood and hide their bloodlust.  Abigail wasn't mandated by her coven. In truth, her coven didn't want to go after the Cursed one. They believed that it was just an old fairytail, that nobody had seen such a being and that they had more pressing matters to focus on.  It was true, the Originals were already an issue, the vampires they sired were natural enemies they had to deal with. Werewolves existed as well and unfortunately for witches, they weren't allies.  Abigail could care less about it. 

She loved her coven and she wanted to protect her sisters but it wasn't the reason that motivated her to go after the Cursed One. No. It wasn't even bloodlust. She didn't like being a hunter. She didn't like taking lives, she didn't enjoy hunting down creatures but she thought that it was a divine mission granted to her by the goddess Hecate. She had to rid the world of abominations and the very existence of such a witch was an insult to them and to Hecate. How could someone choose to help the enemy? how could she save the Originals when she should have tried to destroy them? How could she walk the Earth, carrying with her the memories of the coven she betrayed. Abigail could not tolerate that to continue. She had to stop her and she would. She followed a lead that took her to Mystic Falls where the Original Elijah Mikaelson was supposed to be. Let the hunt begin."

COPG: Life and death of Ayasha: Knowledge is power

 

COPG: Life and death of Ayasha:  Knowledge is power

// She's tired of being afraid. I suspect she's going to put on some false bravado. 

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Ayasha decided that she had spent way too much time in the confines of her chambers. What good would it do to her to hide? What good would it do to her to wait until it was too late? SHe couldn't just stay in her bed, hands clutching the silk sheets under her. She refused to wait until Death took hold of her. Black Butterflies have not visited her since leviathan's death and she took it as a good sign. It wasn't her turn to die. Her plans have failed, but she would always come up with something. After all, wasn't she the goddess of knowledge? Wasn't she able to find the answers to her questions if she looked for it? She couldn't spend her day whithering in her bedroom, because Elpis would not rest until they were all dead. It was a fact, the only true power they had, was Ishtar's. He was the New All-Father and he was the only one left with power. Gaea had refused to join them, and without her, there was a possibility that they would die on the battlefield. Ayasha was not ready to die, as a matter of fact, she refused to die. She was supposed to know things, to find a way out of problems, and she would. 

She was snapped out of her funk when her brother visited her a while ago. He informed her that he felt a shift in the air. He didn't know what was happening, but he could tell that their mother had less power than before. She was losing power and he suspected that perhaps, what Gaea lost, Elpis gained. It was that theory that pushed Ayasha out of her depression and back into action. If Elpis was becoming stronger then perhaps, the opposite was true. She was an elder goddess, just like them and with the proper weapon she could be defeated. With the proper weapon she could defeat the pink haired goddess. With proper weapon she could kill Elpis for good. Ayasha decided that she would shower, wash her hair, wear her best clothes and do what she did best: research.. War was inevitable, and since she couldn't avoid it, then she would make sure to have the weapons needed to kill Elpis and protect herself. Knowledge was power and since she was the goddess of Knowledge, she had power.

-TBC-

GoT: Responsibilities

 // Responsibilities 

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"Can I believe you sister? Can I believe your desire to mend things between the two of us? I pray the seven gods old and new about the day you would understand the way I feel about Jaime. I prayed the gods, old and new to be able to return to you. You are my blood. you are my family. You are everything I have left in this world and I cannot, for the love of them, jeopardize your safety.

You are the queen. I am aware of that. You are the queen, but also my sister and I love you with all my might. I am just worried. Worried? Yes! I am worried, because today, I am torn between family duties, family loyalty, and love. I love you but I also love Jaime Lannister and I would want nothing more but for you both, to find a common ground. You don't have to love him, dear sister, but I wish you would learn to respect him. I wish, you would get to know him for who he is and not what he did. I hope you will find it in you, to see Jaime Lannister as I see him. A man of honour. A man who loved deeply. A man I love with everything I have. But fret not. Should I have to choose, I would always choose duty. I would always choose you before my own desires.

Got: (modern): A father's speech

Got: (modern): A father's speech

 // Because he wasn't the best dad of the year.... those are some of the last words he said to his daughter because he died.

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"You have a name. you are a Targaryen and because of this, you have responsibilities attached to that name. You have My eyes. You have my hair and you have my attitude. They would try to tell you that you are not my child, that you are not my blood. They would try to tell you that you  doesn't deserve to have a sit at the table of our family. You have dragon blood. You are a Dragon Rider. You are a Dragon  Queen, Bäahal, A child who was born out of love between your mother and I. Fire is your blood, therefore you should let no one disrespect you. Not even your own family. Listen to me carefully, child. I would not accept any more tears from you. You have to embrace your heritage. You have to embrace your power. 

You have a name. You are a Targaryen and your primary duty is to ensure the rest of the world respects our family. You have to make sure that no one would spit on the ground you walk on but would instead kiss your feet and grovel before you. You are my daughter, Bäahal. You are the Dragon King's daughter and because of it, you have to uphold the reputation of the family. I could not bear to witness the decline of my family, or the humiliation of my beloved daughter. You have to obey your sister, Daenerys, because she knows what's best for this family and would always make sure that you fulfill your role as my second-born daughter. You have to keep in mind that  Family always comes first. Now now, child, dry those tears. Dry those tears and don't cry for me. I have done the best I could and while I know it wasn't perfect, I have tried to be there when it mattered. Now, leave and remember that I love you. Remember your duties. Remember me."

-TBC-

Doya: She was human

Doya:  She was human

// I miss my darlings. 

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The hunter stared at her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hand over her taut belly. Her body was battered, scarred, and exhausted. She let her fingers run over the marred skin of her shoulder, then her belly, then the heavy scars on her arms. She was in her early 40s yet she managed to remain fit and physically at her peak. It took her years, yes, years to finally embrace the heavy scars on her arms. Oya didn't mind the others, she was even proud of them because they told her story. She was a badass woman. A hunter. Her job was to protect innocent people, human victims of monsters that lurked in the dark. She couldn't avoid taking bumps or being hurt. Those scars, she could embrace. They were worn like badges of honor. However, it took a while for the woman to embrace the huge ones. They were reminders of her mistakes, her recklessness, and her death-seeking tendencies. They were reminders of a time she wasn't stable in her mind and didn't feel at home yet. 

Dean kissed it better. He made sure to shower her skin with all the love he had. Those scars reminded him of the time he almost lost her. So, he kissed her scars when she lay in bed next to him. He kissed her scars when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. he kissed it when she was crying in the shower. He kissed it even when she didn't need him to. It worked, after a while Oya was finally starting to like how she looked. She could look at her reflection and feel comfortable in her skin. She let her hands run over her arms and locked her fingers together. She sighed and bit her bottom lip as her hazel eyes stared at her body. There was something that moved her, something she liked about her. She was beautiful. She was flawed. She was human. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: Busted

A vintage's touch:  Busted. 

// Just a little moment between John and Mary. She misses him a lot and I wanted to show their past interactions.

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"You're in love with my brother." -John's voice tore the silence that had settled in the Garrison Pub. He stayed even after the bar had closed. Mary looked at him, her jaw clenched, her gaze avoiding his.-

She didn't answer him, instead, the barmaid chose to finish cleaning the counter. He watched as her curls fell on her face as she frantically cleaned the same spot. John grinned. He knew he had struck up a nerve and was actually right. It had been a while now, perhaps since he had first noticed her beautiful green eyes staring at his older brother when she thought nobody was watching her. She was quiet, she was discreet and her face was hard to read because Mary kept her emotions close to her heart. However, John had a sharp eye and he knew, way before Mary realized, way before Grace's death, He knew she had fallen in love with his brother. Grace died, and Tommy had gone deep into the rabbit hole but she managed to help him find some sort of balance. She managed to help his brother come back to life.  John walked behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of whisky. This prompted Mary to turn around, her chest heaving up and down at an erratic pace, betraying the chaos in her mind. 

"I'm not stealing. I'll pay it forward." -He said, fixing himself a glass of whisky.- "Mary. I'm not trying to trick you. I know you love him..."

"I love the family." -She dryly replied. It was true, she became part of the family over the years. She was loyal, she was kind, and she had her own way to love each and every member of the family. He couldn't deny that. He couldn't pretend she was lying to him. However, she wasn't saying the whole truth.-

"I know you do. I also know that you're madly in love with Tommy." -She put both hands on her waist, trying to assume a defensive pose.- 

Where was John going with it? It wasn't the first time he mentioned her potential feelings for Tommy fucking Shelby. He already noticed that she was attached to him and to Charlie. He already pointed out to her that she was far more transparent than she wanted to be. He could see that she was genuine and true to his brother. So why couldn't she admit to herself that he was saying the truth? Perhaps, she was scared of losing control. She felt exposed and she felt that if the truth came out of her lips, then she would lose everything. That made her freeze and look down, at the floor.

"I care about Tommy.  You're right about it. I worry about him. I worry he self-destructs. I worry... I worry he would miss all of Charlie's milestones. I worry he would not live." -She sighed and put the towel she was using to clean the counter back on it-

"You're the first one to care about it." -John pointed out, quickly emptying his first glass of Whisky.- "Aside from Aunt Polly... Aside from the family... Very few actually care about Tommy. What does he feel? what does he think? what does he want? Very few think about it. Most want something from him. Most need something from him. Protection. Fame. Money. You name it." -He fixed himself another glass-

"You offered me protection after I have been assaulted. I am grateful for this. I tried to leave, to go back to my old flat but Tommy refused. He asked me to stay, so I did. I don't regret living with him if that's your question. I don't regret staying with Charlie and him." -She swallowed a lump and ran her hand over her gracile neck. John's intense blue eyes were staring at the young woman. The beautiful curls on her head, the beauty spots that enhanced her beauty, the green eyes... She was quite something. A beauty he had not seen very often and yet, she still was humble. Even now.-

"I know. You don't have to justify living with Tommy. I claimed that you were in love with him because I can see it. Look. Mary, I am not trying to make you confess or something. However, I just want to talk about Tommy and have you promise me something." -He took a sip of his glass, and she rubbed her neck again- 

"What is it, John?" -She walked closer to him and gently tapped her fingers against the counter. 

He remained silent for a while. His eyes still stared at the young woman. She was young, about a decade younger than Tommy. She had seen a lot of things, she'd been through a lot of hardship but unlike most women he knew, she was still bright and soft. John suspected that it was her true nature, as someone who cared for others, that allowed Mary to survive those hardships. Tommy had requested an investigation on her, and while they were still looking into the orphanage she grew up in -looking for her parents-, they knew that she'd been married far too young, had known pregnancy and the death of her son way too early. She'd married a liar, a conman, a violent person who was a gangbanger. Yet, despite everything, she was still singing, and she was still taking care of them. 

John's been patched up a couple of times by the nurse and Aunt Polly and Ada also benefited from her knowledge and nursing skills.  Mary was devoted and loyal, but he wasn't sure that she belonged in this life. He wanted her to have better, something that wouldn't bring her back to the life she once knew. It tore him apart and had him hesitate to discuss the matter with Arthur, Aunt Polly, and the rest of the family but he ended up sharing with them that he believed she was in love with Tommy. He could tell by the warmth she gave his brother. He could tell that she had a positive influence on him. He could tell she wasn't asking for any of them to change who they were to suit her needs. She had welcomed their lives. She had welcomed their business. She had embraced them for who they were and that was fucking rare. 

"Tommy's not an easy man. He does the thinking while Arthur and I are the muscles. It's a blessing and a curse, you know? To be the one who knows. To be the one who plans ahead. We owe Tommy everything we have. I owe him to be alive today. I owe him the fact I can enjoy this extra life, eh?... I can." -He shrugged and took another sip of his glass.

"You want him to be happy. I know..." -She whispered, her hand gently stroking John's while she looked him in the eye. "I want the same thing for him. Tommy's always looking after the family. He's always giving everything he can to ensure your safety and prosperity. I want...to be the shoulder he can lay on. I want to be his home, wherever we are, so he could anchor himself into this life. Tom... sometimes gets lost in his own mind and he can miss a lot of things." 

She was speaking the language of love, and while she wasn't ready to see it, it was easy for John to spot it. Mary was in love with Tommy and she wanted to take care of him. John relaxed near the young woman. He heard what he wanted to hear. Mary paid attention to Tommy. Mary wanted the best for his brother and he knew she was doing all she could in order to make it happen. He still wanted to know more about her and wanted to make sure that she was right for his brother. His intuition told him that she was but he wanted to hear it from her.  Mary realized his intention and ran her hand over her hair. She yanked her head back and closed her eyes.

"He sure does. Mary, listen...I loved Grace. Despite questionable choices she made, she truly loved my brother and he truly loved her. Grace brought a side of Tommy I haven't seen for a long long time since the war." He noticed her breathing became more labored and he could see her eyes quickly becoming watery. She chewed on her bottom lip and slowly tapped the skin of her neck.- "Mary... Hey.. listen." -He held her free hand so she wouldn't escape him and held her green gaze with his blue one. "If  Tommy wants to start a new life, I want it to be with you."

"You...Do you think so?" -Her voice broke because she couldn't believe her ears. He nodded and she put her other hand over his.- "John...I just..." -He shook his head and scratched the top of his nose.- "I just want to take care of Tommy. However, he feels about me, whatever our relationship would become. I just want to take care of Tom. I can promise you that I will always look after him."

"Thank you." -He nodded and removed his hand from hers.-

She ran her hand over the back of her neck and looked at him with a slight blush on her cheeks. He could tell that she meant her words and would indeed watch after Tommy. John didn't know that he would die a couple months later. He didn't know how much of an impact his death would have on both Tommy and Mary (and the rest of the family). He wouldn't know that their relationship would change over the months following his death and perhaps he would have had something to say about it. Perhaps, he would have tried to talk to his brother and encourage him to embrace his feelings for Mary. Mary sometimes wondered how things would have been if John had been alive still. Would the two of them talk about Tommy? would he help soothe her when she wouldn't know where Tommy was or when he went on a job? John didn't want her to be involved in the business. He refused because she would be in danger or could jeopardize their own plans. Mary wasn't meant to be part of this world. She was better as someone who kept her hands clean. 

In a way, Tommy was keeping her at bay and that was still frustrating for the woman who wanted to know and wanted to be there for him. The truth was, she was missing John, even now. Mary wished he was there, that he had followed Michael and both exited the house. She wished she could see him, and spend time with Esmee and the kids. She wished he was here and she could be with him and watch the brothers talk about the good life they had managed to build for themselves. John was gone. Arthur went off the rails. Tommy got colder. The family was in shambles but Tommy kept them together. Aunt Polly, brought them together, like glue, but the issue between Tommy and Michael was tearing the family apart. The loss Tommy suffered wrecked his heart and convinced him that he was a cursed man. And Mary? Mary was in the middle of everything. Mary was confused and mentally exhausted. She had to deal with a very secretive Tommy, the reveal of her own feelings for him, and the fact Charlie was slowly starting to see her as his mother. Mary was confused but she was hopeful.

-TBC-

TB: Unnamed Girl's groove

 

TB: Unnamed Girl's groove

// Just a random snippet of this beautiful girl. 

Sara sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, her neck, and her back. Droplets of water were running down her chest, but the towel wrapped around her body kept her dry. What was going on? What the hell was going on? Just a moment earlier she had been summoned to Vaught in order to be interviewed for a position. Her? Interviewed? She couldn't understand why the current CEO of Vaught chose her. At first, the singer believed it had something to do with her abilities. She mastered telekinesis and if given proper training, she could actually handle herself in a fight. But the keyword there was "Proper training". She had never fought bigger than her and never wanted to do so. Why would she put her life in danger? Especially for people who wouldn't mind backstabbing her? especially if her life was on the line and she could die? There was no point in dying and she refused to do so. How disappointed she had been when Ashley told her that they needed a new supe who would appease the afro-American demographic.

Sara felt insulted. She wasn't going to be a token minority in that superhero business! Where was the dignity in that? To be used by a brand in order to keep consumers interested in them? She wasn't a tool and she would never be one. She rejected the offer and read Ashley to filth. That was quite something. She even felt her hands shaking with excitement after she checked that dumb bitch. Well, she would never be part of the seven and she didn't want to be. Her life was shit. let's be honest here. She didn't have it easy, right? from the moment she was injected with that damn compound V to the moment she started to train to please her parents and become stronger, she wasn't fucking spared. Every time she tried to have something, it simply was taken away from her. Her parents? killed. (and they didn't love her as soon as she became a potential money-maker), Her family? They rejected her! Heroics? She wasn't brave enough to step up. Love? They all abandoned her. One because she said she was clingy. The other? He cheated on her and found a much better partner (according to him).  Nothing went well in her personal life. Nothing! Well, yes, something! She managed to become a famous singer and that was something. That was more than something! It was her whole life. 

She felt confused. It had nothing to do with rejecting the Seven. No... It was the fact she encountered the Homelander twice already. The first time was awkward, mostly because a biological accident happened and she was left confused and a little bit ashamed. She thought he would ignore her, because why would he look for someone he considered beneath the Seven, beneath him? But he did. He came back and the second encounter was far more intense than she had anticipated. Homelander was... He was terrifying but at the same time, he was extremely charismatic. Sara was confused, her emotions were all over the place. She didn't run away from him, not even when he plastered that fake-ass smile on his face and appeared out of nowhere at her place. She didn't run away when he told her that he knew everything about her, including her only fans. She actually enjoyed getting his attention. Homelander was fucking hot and... fucking intense too. She couldn't stop thinking about him no matter how hard she tried. It had something to do with his voice, or maybe his pecs, or maybe the way he fucked her? 

She felt confused. She should be far away from him. He was a bloody psychopath and had so much blood on his hands that even blind people could see he was bad news. He had the Boys who were hunting him down and trying to kill him and most of his associates, so if their little sexcapades became too frequent, then she would become an associate and therefore a target. But now that she had started something with Homelander, she couldn't stop doing so. He wouldn't take it well, he could even kill her if she wasn't careful. Why the hell did she give in to her desires? why the hell didn't she ask him to leave? She tried, but he knew just how to make her weak in the knees. What could she do, now? Pretend that everything was fine, resume her life, focus on her career? Or allow herself to be entangled in a scandalous affair with the most controversial man on the planet? 

-TBC-

Doya: "Humanity."

 Doya: humanity

//  I love those darlings.  I miss them.

"Humanity. 

Oya had been offered the possibility to erase her humanity, once. Long before she met the Winchesters, an American demon asked if she wanted to forsake her humanity in order to stop suffering. The offer was tempting and she struggled a lot in order not to give into it. Back then, she needed her rage. She needed her pain in order to find the Asanbosam and avenge her family. She needed to be reminded of the horrors she had witnessed, the powerlessness she felt because the monster was far stronger than her and she couldn't stop it when she realized that her brother had been killed and possessed by it.  She needed the rage and disgust she felt when she had to kill her fiancé after he too, was possessed by the creature.  The American Demon knew which button to press and he knew just how much she was in pain. It would have been so easy to give into him, to let the pain go away, to forget about compassion and love. She would have done so if the demon had found her after she'd killed the Asanbosam. She would have lost her soul in order to become an even better hunter.  How silly this felt now that she was sitting on the couch, in between Dean and Sam. 

Humanity was a curse. 

Castiel was sitting on a single couch, he was enjoying the conversation with the rest of Team Free Will, who was musing about mortality, humanity, and the apocalypses they had avoided over the years. It was a lovely family night spent laughing, telling stories, and Oya cuddling with Dean and teasing the rest of the family. She admitted that night, about the dilemma she faced when that demon gave her that offer. She spoke about her desire to give up on her humanity and how much of a death-seeker she was years ago. Things changed over time and she was in a much happier mental state now. She had found a family, people who could anchor her to this life, and people who gave her a reason to live. She had a newfound desire to protect innocent people and go to their rescue if need be. She reconsidered the offer. Would she give up on her humanity now? 

Humanity was a curse, but also a gift. 

Oya noted that she wouldn't try to stop feeling, even if she was going through a lot of pain. She wouldn't want to forget about her favorite boys. She wouldn't want to forget about how they made her feel, the warmth and comfort they brought her. She wouldn't want to forget about the nights spent laughing together, or the cases they worked together. She had so many good memories she shared with them, so many beautiful moments she refused to let go of. She wanted, in case one of them died, to be able to remember them. She wanted to be able to remember Dean's voice, the smiles he had on his face upon seeing Oya, or even how she felt when he kissed her. She didn't want to forget about Dean, nor did she want to lose her emotions. She wanted to give love to her family. She wanted to give them a shoulder to lean on. some sympathetic  ears She wanted to love them. She wanted to remember them. She wanted her humanity. 

Humanity is a blessing. Feeling the way I do is a blessing. Loving you is a blessing and I would protect my humanity and the rest of it.

COPG: life of Elpis: Elevate

 COPG: the life of Elpis: Elevate

#I'm one of one. I'm the only one. Don't even waste your time trying to compete with me. I am something that you can only dream to be.#

Elpis' new confidence was impacting the fauna and flora. Pride could see that much. She became stronger and far more powerful than the goddess he used to know. Through their conversations, he realized that her family had made sure that she couldn't explore her powers and couldn't know the true nature of her abilities. The daughter of the Elder god Khaos and the Elder goddess Gaea was not just the Elder goddess of Hope and Light. She was far more than this, she was true Balance. She was Creation and Destruction. She was Light and Darkness. Life around her was exploding, she could turn deserts into an oasis (they tried, once, in a small region of the African desert), and she was in tune with nature and the humans around her. Their games became more intense, more dangerous as their grip on human souls became even stronger. She knew that if she willed it, they would start worshipping her instead of her mother but the goddess didn't want to do it just yet. She would battle her mother and she would claim her crown when she would feel it was the right time for it. 

Gaea wouldn't take part of the war, she was too much of a coward to even expose herself to the wrath of her daughter. Instead, she would hide. She would recoil in the loneliest places of Earth where she knew her daughter wouldn't look for her. Elpis decided that it could wait until she had destroyed her pantheon. Ayasha and Ishtar and the rest of their siblings had to be eradicated for what they did to her. Ayasha wanted her dead, Ishtar couldn't bring himself to kill her -but still tried to and the other siblings followed their orders without even second-guessing them or at least trying to hear from Elpis' side. They all decided that she would be best if she was dead and for this, the Elder goddess couldn't be satisfied with just killing Ayasha and Ishtar. Everyone had to die. Pride forged her a weapon so she could handle herself in battle and while she still learned how to use it correctly, she had taken a liking to imagine the head of her sister laying on the thick blade of her scythe. 

She was exalted by the future ahead of her. She was exalted by the gift of Life and Death she had been given by her parents and that she was now able to tap into. She was exalted that this world had decided she was worthy of ruling it and had accepted to bend to her will. Gaea's powers might have depleted by now, or at least, weakened enough to empower her daughter without knowledge. Perhaps she could feel it, perhaps she had forgotten how to but Elpis knew her time would come. It was just a matter of patience, of advancing the plot, step by step until she could checkmate every elder god in existence so she could remain the last of them. Hunger was overwhelming her, titillating her imagination, holding tight onto her guts, and sending shivers down her spine. She wanted more, and perhaps that had something to do with Pride's devouring ambition or her own... After all, she was the love-child of Khaos and Gaea, who by their very essence, were made to build and destroy, in a never-ending cycle.  Superbia was enjoying every moment with his Light, enthused by her evolution, curious about her elevation, and satisfied with the unbreakable bond they both shared. 

-TBC-

Got (modern): Summer love

Summer wasn't over. As a matter of fact, those last weeks of August were actually still hot and Bäahal was very excited about spending the last weeks of Summer swimming, dancing, and enjoying herself. It was the first time that the heiress actually felt alive and comfortable in her skin. It was the first time in her life since she met Jaime that she felt somehow back to her old self. A happier Bäahal. A more adventurous Bäahal. She ran her hand through her silver hair and kept jumping and dancing while her arms drew arabesques in the air. Jaime was sunbathing in his trunk shorts under the umbrella he had opened earlier on. He watched as Bäahal was dancing and pulled his sunglasses down, so he could enjoy her beautiful and curvy body move freely. She was smiling and that warmed his heart to see her so happy. She blew him a kiss and gently walked closer to his long chair. She crawled on top of him and gently pressed her lips to his. He let his hands run over her silver hair and gently massaged her scalp.

"Hi, there."

"Hi, Jaime... Are you enjoying the sun?" -She grinned and pressed her lips to his again. He nodded and kept petting her hair. He was mesmerized by the beautiful color of her eyes. She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his chest before her head leaned against his chest-

"I am. It was rather pleasant to watch you dance. Your smile is infectious." -He said, still petting her hair before his hand ran down her back- "I'd love to see you more like this."

"it's not really up to me, right? it's also up to our families. Things are going well so far, and I really hope they would remain as such." - She gently nuzzled his chest before she put both hands on the armchair and pushed herself up.- "But I will do my best to be as bubbly as possible. I'll enjoy your company. I'll enjoy your kisses. I'll enjoy your passion.." -She chuckled and pulled away from him, sitting on her heels while he spread his legs to help them be comfortable-

"I could do with it. It's a bit strange that your family hasn't tried messing with you yet."

"Yeah... I don't know, they seem to be happy. At least, they are busy. And since they are busy, I decided that I could be busy as well, very busy..." -She outstretched her hands and cupped both of his cheeks- " You know, I read gossip about me on the tabloids. My ex... that bastard, started to run his mouth about me and I thought I was over it, but it hurt. He hurt me Jaime and I wish I could show him that his opinion is shit and I don't care about him any longer. I have cried all my tears and I don't want to cry anymore."

"Hey.... he doesn't matter, Bäahal. He can't hurt you anymore." -Jaime leaned into her touch, gently rubbing his stubble against the warm and soft skin of her cheek. he could tell she was still impacted because she couldn't stop tearing up. That bastard. He was both grateful for them not having been together when he met Bäahal, but he hated the fact that he hurt his girl this bad. She was still reeling from the pain and Jaime felt a pang in his heart and sat on the long chair. 

"I'm sorry Jaime. I didn't want to bring him back. You're right! I'm good. I won't let him kill my happy vibe. I'm feeling way too good here... now, with you. I am feeling way too good right now to ruin it with my petty ex." -She grinned and stood back up. "Come.. come dance with me. it's Summer."

"Ahahah, hold on.. hold on...I'm coming."

And he followed her, standing back up while she took a couple steps away from the long chair and used her phone to put some music on. She resumed her dance, and she started to twirl around and make come hither gestures with her fingers to a very amused Jaime who started to dance around with her.  They were happy and it was all that mattered. 

-TBC-

Got: (regular) : "When the world has stopped turning."

Got: (regular): "When the world has stopped turning."

// My darling dears <3

The princess was brushing her hair, long and simple gestures that soothed the young woman. There was some comfort in repetition and that helped slow her heartbeats and escape from the grim reality that was her life. Jon wanted her to stay behind because nobody could know that she was alive. It was difficult for the silver princess to stay locked in the Red Keep, mostly because it felt like a prison. She knew each and every room of the castle and while she enjoyed visiting the garden, the princess knew each and every flower there, and she was slowly starting to get bored. She danced, she rode her dragons, she even got closer to her sister but still... she felt trapped. She felt useless. The princess was used to being in action and out there. She was supposed to be riding the lands, visiting the kingdoms, and meeting with people. She was supposed to visit her best friend, Kyra, and her lover Jaime. She was supposed to be free but she wasn't. She couldn't. Not yet. 

Her hands kept moving over her silver mane as if it were a dance. Her purple hues stared at the mirror and she let out a sigh. Who was she kidding? She felt that her world had stopped turning ever since Jaime left with Jon. It felt as if she didn't have enough time. Everything went so fast from the moment she claimed her love to Jaime to the siege, to the moment he claimed his love for her and their trip back to King's Landing. It all happened so fast and she had not had the time to digest the information. She put her hands on the table and  dropped her head down. She worked tirelessly those past months, and she took a liking to do that job. She had found something, a role, a way to become useful to her family and she felt fulfilled. She was her sister's ambassador and through her work, she managed to improve her sister's reputation among her subjects. 

She managed to feel comfortable in a country she didn't know and grew into her new life as a princess, a sister, and a relative of Jon.  She managed to save lives during the siege. She fought so fiercely that she nearly died and that feat alone, was able to cement her in the folks' tales. On top of it all, she found love and that perhaps was the most incredible feat of them all. Bäahal had never dared dream about being loved. Who could love someone like her? soiled, stained, used by faceless men as soon as she was of age? Who could love someone like her? with her hands drenched in the blood of her victims, and the emotions she wore on her sleeves? Who could love her? Jaime did. Jaime fell in love with her, hard. He rushed to the siege, in order to rescue her and kill her assailants. Jaime risked his life for her and that was how intense his love for Bäahal was. He could die for her and she knew she could die for him. It was true love. She found true love. She could feel her heart beating faster now that the thought had crossed her mind. 

He gave his heart, so she could keep it until he returned to her. It was a promise, a safekeeping, a reminder of something that was true and she gave him her ring, a ring that he would bring back to her and slip around her finger. It was a way for her to give him a token of her affection. It gave him a mission, a priority to keep in mind so it could motivate him to come back to her. A romantic and foolish gesture that really made her blush and smile. She smiled to herself and gently put both hands on her cheeks. She blushed and bit her bottom lip as she was now imagining his return. The world has stopped turning, especially since the moment they shared their first true kiss. would it get better? would it lead somewhere? Would she be able to finally convince her sister to welcome Jaime into the family? or at least accept the relationship between the two of them? For now, Bäahal was holding back her breath without even knowing it, but the world had stopped running for now. 

-TBC-

Klasma: (TVD): Second encounter - Damon x Mary-

Klasma: (TVD): Second encounter - Damon x Mary-

// All the usual disclaimers

xxx

"Here you are, buttercup. I have been looking for you but you have a knack at eluding me."

Damon's voice sent a shiver down the witch's spine. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side. Damon was relentless. Once he had an idea, he rarely gave up on it and she knew he wouldn't leave her alone. He noticed Klaus, and she suspected that Damon wanted to get revenge on the hybrid. It wouldn't be a surprise if it was the case. Klaus had hurt way too many people over the centuries and she eavesdropped on some of the conversations Elena and her gang had when shopping for medicine.  She took a deep breath and pinched the top of her nose. Damon felt he was annoying her, not that it bothered him, but he couldn't help but smile at how uneasy she was.

"Damon! I guess I can't really get rid of you." -He chuckled and sat right next to her stool.- "What is it that you want to know?"

"Klaus!" -He looked at the bartender and moved his head to let him know that he was ready to order.- "I want to know where Klaus is."

"I don't /know/!" -She growled and started to tap her fingers against the wooden table of the bar counter.- "Even if I knew, why would I tell you?"

"Why wouldn't you?  What does Klaus have on you that could make a witch, as powerful as you, protect him?"

"Why does it matter to you, Damon?" -She lifted her brow and grabbed her beer to take a sip- 

The vampire looked at her, his piercing blue eyes stared at her from head to toe. She was a gorgeous woman and that probably could explain the type of relationship Klaus had with her. He wasn't blind, he was still a male, of course, he would want to enjoy the beauty of this powerful witch. It would be way too simple, however, because Klaus was known to be self-serving. He wanted something else from her, perhaps her power. She managed to cloak herself from the likes of Damon, only forcing him to remove her glasses to notice they were special. She was good enough to hide her smell, to blend in with humans. He cleared his throat, ordered a glass of bourbon, and tilted his head in order to invade her personal space and make it more uncomfortable for her. 

"No matter what he said to you or promised you, Klaus is still a selfish little bastard. A vile psychopath who would hurt the people I care about like he did in the past."

"Spoken as if 1: I need anything from him and 2: as if you had not been a psychopath either." -It stung, and it made Damon growl lowly. He didn't like to be reminded of his past rampages. Damon, unlike his perfect brother Stefan, had plenty of dark episodes that always left a trail of dead bodies behind-

"Eh...I never said I was a good person." -He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink- "However, you are putting up a great act around my friends. You pretend you're a good witch, that you want to take care of others. you give your pretty smiles and your caring advice. You pretend you are good but I can smell blood on you. I can smell death on you. So you are far from being innocent either."

"Survival turns you into a killer." -She said with a dry tone.- "I never wanted to take those lives, Damon. I never wanted to have red on my ledger... But trouble seems to love finding me. even now."

He lifted a brow and took another sip of his drink. Did she call him trouble? well, he certainly was trouble. He grinned at her and pointed his fingers at the old witch with such young and refined features. She had a point. She didn't take lives in an act of revenge or boredom. She did so in order to protect herself from people who went after her. At least, he could smell she was telling the truth. It made him furrow his brows even harder because he was wondering why she was close to Klaus if she didn't need his protection. She didn't need his power, she didn't need immortality since she was an old soul. So why was she with him then? She twirled some of her pink hair and chuckled softly. She could tell he was confused and not satisfied with her answers. Who could understand her anyway? who could understand the way she felt for the hybrid? 

"Well... I have always been a troublesome child. Since you hang out with Klaus, I now became your trouble." -He pointed his drink at her and put it on the counter.- "You seem like you are smart, and independent. You don't need Klaus to protect yourself and you don't need him at all. I was expecting you'd hate him like all your sisters." -She clenched her jaw and put her beer down on the counter. Damon really didn't want to leave her alone and she knew that if she didn't snap back at him, he would be relentless.-

"Why waste my time with hatred, Damon? I have lived long enough with it rotting away my soul and causing me pain. I decided to try something else for a change." -He chuckled-

"And your sisters approved?" -She shrugged and took another sip of her beer- "I don't see any coven here. It's unusual for witches. I guess they didn't approve." -That damn vampire was smart. She clenched her jaw and nipped at her bottom lip. She was upset and so was he. The tension was becoming palatable and she knew that if she didn't quickly defuse the situation-

"Tell me something, Damon Salvatore. How does it feel to always be second best?" -She smiled and ran her hand through her hair. It didn't please the vampire who  snarled at her and emptied his glass.- "I am mean, my bad. I just wanted you to know that I could bite if I wanted to."

"I clearly saw that." - Damon's jaw clenched as well and he  leaned back a little bit to have a good look at the witch- "You're unusual."

"I'm my own person, that's all." -She dryly replied.- "Look. I do not know where Klaus is. I am not looking for trouble because I already have my own enemies to face. Klaus is his own man, you are your own person. You will see it with him when you see him." -SHe closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"I don't believe you, Mary. You are closer to him than you pretend to be. You smell like him. Your face lits up whenever you hear his name and I don't feel any disgust on your face when you say his name. So. My guess is... you two are sex buddies." -He noticed she furrowed her brows and the veins on her right-hand popped more. She was angry, which was the reaction Damon wanted to see. He had hit a nerve.-

"So what? you are the sex police now, Damon?" -She snarled at him and then shrugged- "I see what you are trying to do here. You want to rile me up. You want to make me spill the beans. You want to see if I can be leveraged against Klaus. Let me burst your bubble. I am not. Klaus doesn't care about me and would not hesitate to kill me if he saw it fit. Whatever business I have with him is mine and mine alone, so I suggest you stop coming at me because I have nothing for you."

"Au contraire, my dear Witch. You have plenty to say. You're just not willing to. I won't insist tonight but you haven't seen the last of me. I am still watching you and I will make sure you're not trying to harm my friends." 

Mary shrugged but grabbed her beer and lifted it to toast as if to indicate that the conversation was now over. Damon paid for his drink and stood back up. there was no point in having an argument right now, especially since she clearly could perform magic to levels he had not seen before and he didn't want to take the risk of having her lash out at him and perhaps kill the patrons of the bar. Instead, the vampire chose to exit the place, already thinking about the next time he would see her. She was intriguing and he still couldn't understand how and why she was protecting Klaus. A witch, the natural enemy of vampires, smelled Klaus all over herself. She'd fuck that son of a bitch and he couldn't explain how and why it happened. So he had to get to the bottom of it. She had to get rid of him and make sure that there would be no other interruption of her hard-earned peace. But who was she kidding? Mystic Falls was a supernatural hub. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: Of horses and men -COLBY-

A vintage's touch: Of horses and men -COLBY-

 // Just because I think it's a sweet sentiment and I want to explore it a bit more. 

xxxxx

Uncle Charlie encouraged Mary as she took care of the Black Stallion in his junkyard. It had been used to seeing Mary for weeks now and didn't have an issue with her being around it. She took care of the animal, guided and mentored by Uncle Charlie while they spoke of those gentle beasts, the Shelby Family, and the Peaky Blinders. The older man enjoyed spending time with this sweet soul, mostly because Mary entertained him with songs she freely sang, or stories about Charlie and Tommy. He enjoyed those moments because she was kind to Curly and to the horses. She grew to love those animals and care for them properly, always asking for reminders should she forget something -which never happened- so they could be involved more with her. Curly loved the "Nightingale" as he called Mary, because she always made sure to come with something to share with them, a meal, a story, her voice.  Uncle Charlie loved to see her treat the animals with patience, compassion, and gentleness. He loved to see that she was doing it for Tommy. How could Tommy not notice her sooner? He had no clues, Tommy worked in mysterious ways sometimes, but at least he had Mary by his sides, at his house and caring for the family. 

Mary was genuinely enthused by the prospect of spending her time with Uncle Charlie, mostly because she could learn more about who Tommy was before. Obviously, Uncle Charlie didn't know everything about the man, but he knew how Tommy acted around horses. Everyone knew how Tommy acted around horses. He loved them and Mary suspected that it had something to do with them being kindred spirits. Horses and Tommy shared a lot in common, come to think of it. She admitted to Uncle Charlie that she sometimes called Tommy the black stallion because he reminded her of those noble animals. He was a free man who couldn't be contained. He was a man who couldn't be controlled, let alone fully understood. He was passionate and like a stallion galloping through the flowery prairie, his passion couldn't be stopped. Like a Black Stallion, Tommy was sensitive. He was caring in a way that was only his. Like a stallion he needed compassion, love and attention as well as the freedom to just be. Uncle Charlie was moved and even more eager to help her learn how to take care of the horses. 

He watched as she slowly climbed onto the horse and started to trot it. Until then, she had not been able to handle a galloping horse yet, but she wanted to make sure to master it before she offered to go on a ride with the Shelby.  The idea was lovely and Uncle Charlie couldn't stop smiling at the thought of the face of his nephew upon seeing Mary come over on a horse or handle a galloping one. The first couple of times she tried to ride that black stallion, she fell off of the horse. She scratched her knees, her hands but always came back up onto his back.  Mary didn't want to give up on trying and had an objective in mind. she wanted to share a hobit with the man she loved. She wanted him to allow his mind to feel better, lighter, better. She wanted to share a moment away from trouble, away from stress, fear, or even death. He loved horses and they loved him, so what better than spend time with both the horses and her? She was motivated by his smile and the joy he'd have to go on a ride with her and picnic somewhere in the garden.  Uncle Charlie watched as Mary struggled with the animal, nearly falling off of its back again but she held onto the leather reins and stabilized herself. 

Uncle Charlie watched and whistled and shouted his joy at the sight of Mary succeeding in riding the horse. She was now a true rider and her joy was contagious. She let her joy explode and lost control of her horse at some point. She didn't notice that the horse was going wild and it went so fast that she ended up falling off of it. The nurse let out a cry as she scratched her hands and uncle Charlie ran to her and helped her stand back up. She looked at him, both a little bit hurt but also very happy because she managed to ride the horse. It was progressing and he knew that in a matter of time, she would be able to ride that horse perfectly and spend some quality time with his nephew. She laughed and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled the older man into a hug. She was closer to her goal and her smile warmed up the dried heart of the older man. Tommy got himself a good woman, a woman who loved him, she loved him enough to learn how to ride and take care of horses for him.  A good woman. A rare woman. 

-TBC- 

I don't know how I feel

" I don't know how I feel."

Chaos. There is chaos in one's head. Sometimes she didn't know what was going on in her head. She couldn't understand the pain that was holding her in a chokehold. She didn't know where it came from, and why it didn't stop. She didn't know how to soothe the ache in her heart nor how to describe it.  Chaos, there is chaos in one's head and the dreaded emptiness that swallowed everything inside her. It sucked the joy off of the memories she had, emphasized the distress of other memories, and sent her body into an acute "flight or fight mode." Where did the danger come from? what kind of danger was it? She was blinded by everything she was feeling at once and nothing at the same time. 

"I don't know how I feel, and I don't know what to do with it."

Sometimes there is no answer. Sometimes the only thing to do is to leave it alone. It's to accept that sometimes you would not be able to have an answer to everything. Sometimes, it doesn't matter, at least, not when chaos is happening. She thought that the only thing she could do was to seek the company of those she loved and those who loved her too. Talking to them, listening to them, and allowing them to embrace her heart and soul was the only thing that could soothe her heart. It was the only thing that could silence the voices in her head, and chase away the fear that had crept into her heart. 

Love. Love....How could someone love her? how could she find her place in this world? Everything felt as if she would be forgotten and thrown in a bin because she was too complicated, or too hard to handle. Sometimes, it felt as if the people she loved would end up hating her because she wasn't the person they loved anymore... or she had never been loved to begin with. Parasitic thoughts! Overwhelming thoughts. How could she reach out to those she loved when fear crippled her? How could she reach out and ask for a hug when the only thought she had in mind was how much she'd bother them and didn't deserve their love. 

Sometimes she hated her brain and the way it kept telling her that she should just be gone, permanently, so at least she wouldn't be a burden to the people she loved. So they could have a better life.. because yes, her brain was not rational. her brain was not logical. her brain was... her brain was her worst enemy. the worst at decoding her emotions. The worst at listening to the truth. the worst at loving her. She was the worst for herself and shame and guilt made it way too difficult for her to speak those words. Perhaps, perhaps they would feel better if I wasn't here. perhaps they didn't miss me. perhaps they would cheer when I'm gone. Why would they love / me/? why would they care about me? 

And the cycle of lies keeps going. 

And the cycle of self-hatred keeps going.

And she's tired of this, tired of herself, of everything. 

But love... love keeps her afloat. Love, true love, saves her. 

Love.. true love is everything she needs.

Sara Richardson aka Unnamed Girl profile

Sara Richardson aka Unnamed Girl profile (updates 2023)

// I've decided to put her updated profile here :)  I am having such a blast with her and I can't wait to see what happens next. 

xxxxxx

Main Faceclaim: Megan Thee Stallion

“All I want is to live another day. I don’t want to be entangled in your politics or your vendettas…leave me alone.”

Real Name: Sara Richardson

Aliases: Unnamed Girl (Superhero name / Singer name), UG (on social media)

Age: 25 years old. (a year younger than Starlight) 

Nationality: American

Special features: She has freckles but usually wears make-up, so few people know.

Physical appearance: She's a rather tall  (177 cm) gorgeous African-American woman 

with a soft oval face, plump brown lips, Brown eyes, and gorgeous curves.

Something noticeable about her: You can’t miss how plump she is. She always dresses in a way to enhance her figure. 

Sexual orientation: Bisexual.

Alignment: chaotically good. She wants to help others but is very self-serving and wants to survive. 

Specie: Supe 

Occupation: Singer (and very popular at that)

Abilities: telekinesis

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

Psychological : 

-Self-esteem issues: From the moment she discovered that her parents had used her to become a super, lied to her about the origin of her powers, and tried to find a replacement should she fail, she started to believe she wasn’t good enough. She started to believe that all this time, her parents didn’t give her affection because she didn’t deserve it and didn’t even pay attention to her unless she did something to please them. 

being a singer didn’t really help because while she gets her to fix on love and attention and she can see people enjoy her music, she can also fear becoming a has-been and losing these people's interest.  Twice she’s been ghosted and disappointed by her lovers, which in turn makes her believe she’s not good enough to be loved. Hence the Onlyfans is a safe way to have perceived affection/ attraction from people she would never meet. 

Finally, this issue runs deep because she hasn’t truly been a hero. She’s never saved people locally, from battles, she knew she could win but never went against real big menaces because she doesn’t want to die. She feels ashamed about it because she wants to become an actual hero and save people's lives but hasn’t had her big “break” on that field and doesn’t feel like she should be anything more than a singer to entertain the masses. 

Biological: 

-She is human, so she’s still vulnerable to anything humans are vulnerable to. 

-She has to be focused when she wants to use her telekinesis

-She is terrified of fire. 

-Blunt force/ limited durability: She is unable to withstand heavy hitters like Homelander, 

Stormfront, and any supes with extreme physical abilities. She is afraid of them but tries to use her brain 

and telekinesis to take them out as fast as possible if she couldn’t avoid a fight.

  

Family:

Mother and father: Deceased, [killed by Black Noir]

Extended Family: They have not been on speaking terms ever since she became a supes. They hate her and she hates them too. 

Boyfriend/Life-Partner: Homelander

Best friends: None and she could use some.

Enemies: Anyone who would want to kill her…She considers that the Seven and the Boys are her enemies because they might disturb her tranquility and put her in danger.

Personality:

Sara was traumatized by the death of her family and the subsequent revelations surrounding her powers and her family dynamic. She used to be very sweet and genuinely open to others prior to the attacks. 

She had dreamed about helping others and becoming a hero and would be selfless. However, as soon as the truth was known, she decided that since nobody was looking after her and protecting her, she would protect herself instead. 

She used to be brave, dedicated, and outspoken and it’s not fully lost. She still wants and tries to help but always assesses her interest in the matter and her survival before acting on it. She isn’t dominant but she isn’t a pushover either. She always believes people when they show their true colors and would never try to redeem people or pretend they’re not evil or something. She’s very sensitive and is always in a fight or flight mode when it comes to interacting with people.  Very few can calm her and even fewer of them can actually make her feel safe and cared for. 

She does have a softer and more sensual side, once you get to know her. She is compassionate, far more than she lets on but she also picks and chooses the people she can show her vulnerability. Her jokes are sometimes awful but she doesn’t mind. She is also very sassy and would read people to filth if she perceived disrespect towards her.  She also values family and is a good friend to all kids.

 Trivia:

-She has an “OnlyFans” she shamelessly advertises on her social media. It has nothing to do with money since her Singing career is at an all-time high. 

-When under pressure/ stress/ fear: she spontaneously lactates (due to her telekinesis powers working subconsciously on her) which was something she was ashamed of but will soon learn to take advantage of. 

- She is an exquisite cook and she loves to share with her neighbors at the occasional neighbor's parties. 

-She discovered in her late teens that her parents actually manufactured her because they were indebted. 

-She’s not good with long-term relationships. Mostly because she was betrayed the two times she was engaged. Once to a woman named Tara and twice, to a man named Brett. Both low-ranked supes ended up ditching her for regular humans.

-She goes berzerk anytime a kid is abused, if she witnesses it, be sure that this abuser is a dead person. 

-She had many lovers, but she only fell in love twice. Ever since Vaught got exposed to the compound V scandal, she became quiet and distrustful of people. So it’s been a while since she had deep connections with people.

-She grew disappointed in superheroics. At first, she truly believed in them and wanted to join the Seven, but ever since the plane incident, and the constant revelations of Vaught’s depravity and the supes being unethical and selfish bastards, she felt dejected and wanted to avoid them at all costs. 

-Queen Maeve and Homelander were her idols growing up. After the revelations Starlight made, she became terrified of Homelander and the rest of the seven. 

-Her extended family didn’t take her in when her parents died. They were ashamed of what her parents did and they considered Supes to be degenerate and against God’s will. Therefore, they didn’t want her to stay with them.  She said she would never save them even if they were burning in front of her

Doya: us vs the world

 Doya:  us vs the world

// my babes. I miss them but I'm happy to think they're doing fine right now :) 

"I believed we were the makers of our catastrophes, that we deserved our wounds and scars. I thought we were unable to build a life where we would have had a bit of heaven on Earth. Why would we? why us, the forsaken kids, would we have something good going for us? I was wrong, and for once, I am glad I was. We weren't the makers of our catastrophes. We were dealt shitty hands by Chuck from the get-go. you were destined to become the hero of the stories he would write, for reasons only known to him. You were forced back into this life, into those hardships, into this pain without the chance to have some rest. You were meant to suffer, like a beloved main character the author would want to torture for his own gratifications. You overcame this, however. You overcame your status as a pawn of the old guy up above. You got rid of your shackles and you decided to flip the middle finger to the life he wanted to force you into. Dean, you took your freedom, something that Men, Angels, and demons alike couldn't do. You took your freedom and you chose to live the life you wanted to. We did.

I believed we were the makers of our catastrophes but I was wrong! We aren't. In the midst of all of this chaos, we are an oasis, a breath of fresh air. We are ourselves. In this maëlstrom of pain and worries, we managed to build a family. We managed to find each other. We managed to love each other and that, my dear, is something that nobody can take away from us. Not even Chuck. I see you for who you are, the complex man who would do anything to save those he loved the most. I see you with all your scars, the loss you suffered day after day, the fears that creep into your heart, preventing you from moving forward. I see you with all your flaws and all your qualities, everything that makes you /you/, and everything that makes me love you. I see you.  You are worth loving, you are worth caring for, you are worth everything, and most of all, you are worthy of happiness. We get to define what makes us happy. we get to define what we want. We get to choose the life we desire and we get to face anything coming our way. It's us vs the World, Dickhead. It's Us vs The World. I believe in us. I believe in you. I love you."

GoT (regular): Sisterly conversation

 // it's been a while. I missed them. 

xxxx

Daenerys put her hand on Bäahal's, preventing her from leaving the dinner table. The silver princess looked at her sister and sat back on her chair. It was clear that Daenerys wanted to talk to her once the whole room would be cleared, so she patiently waited for the two of them to be left alone, in a freshly cleaned dining room. She looked at her sister and leaned into her chair. Daenerys smiled at her and put both hands on her lap. Her purple eyes stared at her sister's violet ones and she smiled at Bäahal. 

"I wanted to speak with you sister. It had been a while since our last conversation." -Daenerys felt her sister tense a little, so she quickly held Bäahal's wrist- "Don't fret. I am not going to lash out at you."

"You're not?" -Bäahal's voice was meek, as she was still testing the waters. She was still walking on eggs around Daenerys who was tired of inducing fear in the heart of her sister. She realized that she'd been way too hard on her and should have tackled the issue a bit differently than he did. Dany nodded and gently stroked the back of her hand in order to soothe her sister.- "Alright. I just.. we didn't really have the best conversations as of late."

"I have been way too harsh on you. I couldn't see past my anger. I couldn't see past my fears. You walked on eggs for weeks because of me, when all you wanted to do was talk to me."

"You were worried, and you are a queen before being a sister. I can't blame you for your first reactions. I don't blame you for them."

"But you blame me for not trying to meet you halfway, don't you?" -Bäahal shrugged and finally nodded after a while- "I understand. I am your sister and you wanted to have an honest conversation between sisters. I denied you before, I don't want to deny you now."

"You would not want to talk about Jaime. I have so much to say about him, but I am not going to overstep your boundaries. If I could just say one thing about it, it's that I worry about Jon and about Jaime. This mission is very difficult and I know they would have to work together in order to find the truth and see if the people who attacked me and you by extension, are truly the ones I pointed at. I wouldn't want to cause a diplomatic incident. I wouldn't want to cause you more trouble already." -Bäahal chose to keep walking on eggs with her sister.- 

She wasn't sure that Daenerys wanted to hear about the knight so she chose to redirect the conversation to the plan, the very reason for their decision to leave. this way she hoped to soothe any potential anger before it had time to form in the heart of her sister, but Daenerys understood and a soft smile graced her features. She removed her hand from Bäahal's and put it back on the table in front of her.

"I trust them, Bäahal. I trust  Jon. It is his plan after all and he knows what he is doing. It must have been incredibly difficult for you to bid farewell to the knight." -Bäahal bit her bottom lip and nodded quietly. It was hard, perhaps the hardest thing she had to do, watch the man she loved left her to his potential death-

"We managed." -She paused, her purple hues averted from her sister's face and set upon the window.- "I trust Jon and Jaime to come back to us and this is all I'm looking forward to, sister. Them, alive and home."

"Bäahal, you are right about something. I do not want to talk about Jaime....yet. However, I would like to talk about you." -She moistened her lips- "I want to know how you feel since the siege. I want to talk about you discovering Love for the first time. I want to know if you've ever dreamed about having your own family, getting married... having children."

"Are you serious Dany? Do you really want to know all of this?" -Daenerys nodded-

Bäahal was dumbfounded. She didn't know that her sister wanted to start a conversation about her inner thoughts, her dreams, and desires. She didn't know where to start or how to talk about things without mentioning Jaime. Daenerys was ready to make a step forward, she was prepared to meet her sister halfway but she wasn't ready to speak about Jaime. It would come, in time. Bäahal blinked and then lowered her head. She could feel her cheeks turn red and she found her fingers fidgeting with some of her silver locks. She had never really thought about a happy married life before. How could she when she was still enslaved? How could she when there was no hope for her? Men disgusted her because they only saw her as something to own, something to use, something to flatter their ego. She dreamed of freedom and nothing else, but since Mereen... did she think about a future? 

They went from one war to another right after the defeat of Cersei and the crowning of  Daenerys. Bäahal didn't really have the time to stop and contemplate her life. There was too much going on, from the mourning of Viserion to the desire to find Jaime Lannister (alive if possible), and her desire to become her sister's ambassador. She had to adjust to her freedom, welcome this new life and strengthen her bonds with her family. It was a lot to deal with in such a little time so how could the princess truly have time to think about her desires? Well... she did. As a matter of fact, she did when she was looking for Jaime. She wished he was alive and they would find each other again. She wished he was alive so she could claim her love for him and expected that maybe, this would kickstart something. 

What was really the plan at Highgarden? Did she really think Jaime would follow her and go back to King's landing as if there were no consequences? Did she really think that nothing would happen to him? that Daenerys would accept with arms wide open this newfound love? Of course not! It wouldn't have happened that way, yet, for a moment,  the princess believed it could. She thought about getting married to him. She imagined the dress, the flowers, the smiles. She imagined the vows and the kisses. she imagined her life after the wedding, the pregnancies, the children she would give him. She wanted a child. She wanted a child? Her cheeks turned redder and she chewed at her bottom lip while her eyes looked at her sister. 

"Well... it's not off the table. I want to have his children. It didn't last long but I imagined myself with a round belly and another child on my hips. I want to give him a boy, a girl, and perhaps a third child. I want to see him smile and fall in love with our children. I... want to fall in love with my children. little "him and me".  -She couldn't help but smile to herself as the thoughts crept on her lips- "Can you imagine me, sister, can you imagine me as a mother?"

"You would be the best mother I've ever known. You are very sweet, Bäahal, very loving, so brave and so strong. I am sure you would be a wonderful mother. I am pleased to see that you have thought about a future that would make you happy. You are my sister, yes, and you have a duty as the princess of the seven kingdoms but, you are your own person, you have your own dreams and I wanted to make sure that you are happy."

"Thank you, Dany. It means the world to me. I really appreciate your confidence in me. " -She smiled at her sister and gently patted her hand- "I've never thought about being married or having children before him. I never thought I could be a good mother. I never thought someone would love me so much that they would want to marry me. It just didn't occur to me." -She twirled some more of her hair and bit her bottom lip.- "Have you ever felt it, sister? Is your heart beating fast and hard against your ribcage? the desire to see your loved ones and to feel them hold you in their arms? I cannot stop thinking about my lover. I can never stop wanting to see him. He.. makes my heart flutter and...I feel shivers go down my spine when I set my eyes upon his."

"I do. I do, when I look at Jon this is what I feel. I did, when I looked at my first husband, my Khal. I feel euphoric, to be honest. I feel as if I was walking on clouds." -She said with a warm smile on her lips.- "If I was able to bear children, I would have had Jon's. I want to." -She sighed and shrugged- "Pregnancy isn't easy, you will feel sick but to think that a little soul is growing inside you. Oh...Bäahal. I really wish for you to experience this. I really wish you can..." -She chuckled softly and then ran her hand over her face.- "I really wish we can get better. I want us to have a better relationship. To resume being sisters."

"We never stopped being sisters, Dany. we never stopped." -Bäahal laid her hands on her lap- "I just... I understand why you'd be worried about me. I almost died during the siege. You almost lost me. I can't really imagine the fear that went through your heart. I can only tell you that I didn't want to leave you behind. I didn't want to lose you. I just wanted to come home, to you." -She yanked her head back and started to massage her scalp- "I miss you. that's the truth here... But I am positive we're getting somewhere better."

"It will work." -Daenerys smiled at her sister, confident this time and Bäahal nodded in agreement-

It will work, it was just a matter of time and patience. Daenerys was pleased to see that the two of them had started talking about more general topics such as love, and motherhood and it was a fresh start. It was something positive and Bäahal hoped that it would help Jaime and her in the long run if Daenerys could see the love they both shared.

-TBC-