Truth will prevail: MOET

How cruel one must be to make someone else feel that they are a nuisance? How cruel must they be to make one stop sharing what makes them happy with others, in fear of being overwhelming? how cruel they must be, to make someone feel a pit in their stomach whenever something good happens?

Do they even think about the days spent second-guessing each and every move one makes? Do they even think about how inadequate they make someone feel because they feel they are too much? Is it even possible to love too much? is it possible that one's entire existence proves to be unwanted? undesired? unimportant? One night of overthinking, yet another one. One night of bullshit filling one's brain, of worries clinging to one's guts...I'm tired.

The truth is known. The truth is felt deep within.
But sometimes it takes a while before it crawls back into one's brain.
Sometimes it needs a little push to quiet the demons.
Sometimes it needs a gentle hand to patch a wound, even if it's the same old one that opened up suddenly overnight. .. I'm tired.

The truth is known. The truth is seen.
the truth will prevail once again, perhaps at sunrise.
Until then...
Until then...

COPG: it all happened in a blink of an eye

"It all happened in a blink of an eye.  The people I trusted the most betrayed me. The one who cursed me did so because he couldn't kill me. He had to be the last face I saw before I fainted. He had to be the last thing I knew before my curse began. 

I lost everyone. the family I thought was mine showed me their true color. The family I believed would love me had been playing a role my whole existence. They never loved me, they never cared. So... I lost them. I lost them... and I lost Pride too. 

He got unmade and remade and he came back as something new. I lost my power and my name... I was erased from all of existence. I came back because Pride remembered me. I came back to life and existence thanks to him but in the process, I realized all the things I have lost. There was nothing left for me... nothing.... nothing...... but at least someone... Superbia. "

tvd: "you say witch"

"You say witch like you throw knives. You aim to hurt me. you show your disdain in the way you look at me. 

You say witch like you want to drown me. Punishing the likes of me like in the good old times. suffocating me with the cold liquid until there is nothing left of me.

You say witch like you desire to kill me. You don't need weapons for they would be useless against me. you don't need spells, because they would not work on me. All you really needed were your words and my heart in your palm."

Congratulations, you broke my heart. "

A vintage's touch: a brother's love -Arthur x Mary-

A vintage's touch: a  brother's love -Arthur x Mary-

// Not in a sappy mood, eh? 

Arthur loved Mary like he loved Ada. She was a sister to him, someone who understood his very soul. Mary was not afraid of Arthur, not even when he started to get loud, restless, and violent. Not even when he was beside himself, did she feel fear. She wasn't afraid of him. After Grace's death, the eldest Shelby protected Mary like a bloodhound. He wanted to make sure she was safe, wherever she was and for a while, his motivation for staying sober was so that he would be sharp enough to be able to protect her. Arthur couldn't tell his brother that he had dreams.. or most likely nightmares about the death of the young woman. How could he survive losing Mary? how could he survive being responsible for not having been able to protect her like he vowed he would? 

Arthur loved Mary like he loved Ada. She went through the same ordeal as he did. She understood his addiction for she shared the same with alcohol. She was drowning her sadness with liquid fire and was trying to move forward the best she could. She understood him and she was compassionate. She was patient. She welcomed him with arms wide open whenever he knocked at her door, looking for Tommy and drunk out of his mind. Night and Day, the hallucinations and daydreams strangled him with fear. He couldn't properly sleep because he had flashes of her bloodied and battered body against his. He had flashes of his tears, of the blood-curdling screams he would let out in the event of her death. How could he imagine losing Mary? 

Arthur loved Mary like he loved Ada. He wanted her to be happy. It tore his heart apart to see him suffer. It hurt him to see the fresh tears that had rolled down her cheeks. It hurt him to see her lose Hope. She wouldn't say it, but Arthur knew she was hurt by the lack of commitment from his brother. She wanted him to claim his love for her, to make their relationship proper. She wanted to be reassured that she wasn't just a replacement for his former wife. She wanted to be reassured that she wasn't just there to raise his child. She wanted to be told he wanted to share his life with her. Tommy wasn't sappy. He wasn't romantic anymore. War had changed his brother. War had made Tommy colder, distant, and secretive. Yet, he had a woman who loved him. He had a good woman who loved everything that he was, and who understood him more than any other person.  yet, he stalled... Yet he deflected... yet he made her wait and Mary would wait but she wouldn't do it forever. 

So she could leave. And if she left, who would understand Arthur? 

Who would see the good he could bring? 

Who would reassure him the way Mary did? 

GoT (regular): An Oath sworn at the sacred tree

GoT (regular): An Oath sworn  at the sacred tree 

// Bits of dialogue that didn't want to leave my brain. Call it Brain Rot. 

"I am my brother's keeper, Princess. You do know that I swore to protect my family at any cost necessary, even if that means against you. I would never want to come to it because I do see just how happy my brother is when we talk about you. I do see how happy you are when you talk about him. I know your souls are together. I know there is a strong bond between the two of you but I cannot risk my brother's life and I cannot risk the end of my House. I swore to protect the queen and I will make sure that nothing happens to you, or her, or to what's left of my family. I know you can understand this. I know you do understand me. Please, don't cry. I would never be able to make you stop crying. Please, Princess. You must understand why I have to warn you now. I do not want you to think that I oppose your union. I do not. I simply value both your lives and the life of my brother above all. This is why I am taking you here, to the sacred tree so we could make an Oath."

Tyrion's soft voice reached out to the ears of the princess who was standing near the sacred tree of King's Landing. Despite her best efforts, Bäahal was already crying. She choked on her tears, as she tried to put on a brave face in front of the Hand of her sister. What could she do? Ser Tyrion came to her chambers earlier on and asked her to follow him to the sacred tree. He wanted to take an oath, to make a promise before the gods regarding Jaime and she followed him, trusting the man blindly as he had become a friend of hers.  

"Ser Tyrion. I know you are afraid. My sister the queen, had been made aware of the feelings your brother and I both share. I have dreaded this moment for weeks now. I have tried to avoid talking about it since her initial reaction to it was rejection. I have already promised your sister, Kyra, that I would do everything in my power to protect the man I love. I have already promised your brother, Jaime, that I would always place duty and loyalty above my own selfish desires. I would not disappoint the court, I would not anger the queen. I would never want Jaime to suffer because of me. I just find it cruel that Fate put each other on the same path and made us fall in love with one another if it is to deny us this happiness. I've never loved until I met your brother and I've never loved someone as I love your brother. And because I love him, I will make an Oath to the sacred tree, so the gods would be my witnesses.  I swear, before the gods Old and New, that I would never allow harm to come to your brother, and if you have to separate us in order to protect him, please do. I would not stop you because his life is the most important to me. Your House's survival as well.. my promises to all of you and on top of it all, loyalty to my House, to my queen, to my sister."

He was right, Bäahal ended up crying, but she was determined and stubborn. She wanted to make sure he knew that she meant her words. The silver princess needed him to know she would do everything in he power to protect the man she loved and it wasn't just some fancy puppy love. She was committed to him and she wanted nothing more but to make sure he wouldn't be killed by her vengeful sister. Jaime had committed crimes and he had to answer to all of them. of course, he was allowed some freedom because of his actions during the last war and the fact he had been put in prison and didn't participate in the Last War but Daenerys had never truly been happy about it. So Jaime knew that his neck was out and it was just a matter of a mood, a feeling, a decision from the queen to have him exiled or killed. They had to tread carefully. Still, he didn't like to see the princess cry. 

"It pains me, Princess. It breaks my heart to have to listen to your words but I know they are true. We both want the same thing and we both love Jaime. We both care for him. I swear on my life and by the sacred tree that I would always watch after Jaime and Kyra. I would do my best to protect them and the best interests of House Lannister. I would do my best to fulfill my role as the Hand of the Queen even if that involves making decisions that could cost me my relationship with my family, as long as I try my best to keep them safe. I swear, before the gods Old and New, that I will protect Jaime from everyone, including himself and I will make sure that you are protected too."

His voice was soft, and her features softened as well. Her heart was put at ease because she was able to make her oath before the gods. Tyrion's heartfelt content as well and he finished his sentence with a faint but visible smile on his lips.

"As the hand of the queen?" -She requested, curbing a brow and extending her hand to him-

"As a friend, Princess." -He replied and grabbed her hand. It was time to go back inside the castle now that they had both sworn before the gods.-

-TBC-

A vintage touch: His hand on her neck

A vintage touch: His hand on her neck

// I love me some Colby. 

xxxx

Mary was walking in circles in Tommy's office. She was restless and couldn't stop walking in order to find some sort of peace. Moments earlier, Charlie called her "mommy". It came out so naturally from the young boy's mouth that he didn't think twice about it. She didn't have the heart to correct him, nor did Tommy who witnessed the scene at his desk.  As soon as he noticed the young woman's distress, he swiftly took his son's hand and led him outside his office to Frances. He felt a pang in his heart, knowing full well that Mary had lost a son at such a young age. They had not talked about it, nor had they talked about her relationship with Charlie. What was there to say aside from stating the obvious? the kid loved Mary, he listened to her, and he definitely spoke about her to his father.  Charlie knew she wasn't his mother, but he grew to think of her as such. Should Tommy intervene and correct the boy? Did Mary want Charlie to be corrected? He had to know. They had to talk about it. The least Tommy wanted was to upset Mary and his son.  When he returned to his office, he saw Mary who kept walking in a circle.  

"Tommy? I thought you were going to stay with Charlie a little longer." -She gasped and put her hand over her chest.- 

"He is in good hands. I couldn't just leave you alone." -He said in a stern but calm voice. He walked towards the young woman and tried to hold her hand but she rejected him at first.- "Mary!" -He called out her name but she pushed him away again, struggling against his touch- "Mary, you're okay. It's just me! you're okay." -He repeated, soothing her with his voice, the hold on her arm still strong. She looked at his face, her green orbs shifted from left to right as she wasn't sure what to make of his intentions. She stopped struggling when he grabbed her other arm and forced her to look at his face- "Mary. You're okay. I am here. Talk to me."

"I....." - She was still baffled by the whole situation but quickly enough, the fact he was so close to her face, his warm breath over her, the gentle touch of his calloused fingers on the soft skin of her arm relaxed the young woman who looked up to Tommy's face.- "He called me Mommy, Tom. you heard it as clearly as I did."

"I did." -Her green orbs shifted from left to right, looking for any sign of rejection from the Gypsie King.-

Tommy Shelby was a man hard to read for the untrained eye, and even those who practiced the man, decoding was not an easy task.  He meant his word in a nice way. She didn't see anything but concern for her in the eyes of the man and that brought her some relief. Tommy wasn't upset that his son called her "Mommy". He hadn't thought about it, to be honest, he had not imagined that his child's tongue could slip up the way it did, but it was bound to happen, wasn't it?  Mary was taking care of him and the two of them had built a very strong relationship over the years spent together. It made sense that she was a mother figure at the very least, that showed that their bond was strong and true. That showed some sort of truth regarding the love she had for his son. It was genuine, enough for the child to consider her a suitable mother for him. 

Tommy gently cupped her cheek with his large and calloused hand. Mary leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. She sought his touch, his comfort. She sought a way to ease her mind. It caused a whiplash, a sudden reminder that she had lost her son and couldn't bring him back. Her hand still touched her belly, rubbing it nervously as if she were pregnant with her son again. Paul was gone, the poor thing only lived for 30 minutes in this world, bringing both joy and immense pain to his mother. She never thought she'd hear a child call her mother. She never thought she'd crave that emotion. She'd never thought she'd want to be called Mom, to be a mother, to have her own child.  Where did she stand in Tommy's life? Part of her feared she was nothing but a replacement for Grace. She was there to raise his child and bring him comfort while he mourned for his late wife.  She feared that her feelings were unrequited, which was one of the reasons that kept her from claiming her love for him. 

She couldn't read Tommy's mind, not even when it came to her. Now, his child had decided she was his mother, which confused the young woman even more. Could Tommy possibly want it too? Was he alright with his son calling another woman "mom"? Was he alright with Mary taking that much space in his life? She had no clue. Nothing. She didn't have the key to the safe that was Tommy -which Lizzie gleefully reminded her of-. She only could trust her instincts and trust that Tommy wouldn't lie to her about how he felt. If he didn't want her around him, she would have been gone already. If he didn't want her around him, he would have let her go. He would have let her seek a suitor. he would not have claimed her. but he did all of these things. He did all of it. 

"I guess, his tongue slipped up. He didn't mean those words. I am not his mother. He already has one."

"Charlie loves you. That's all that means. He loves you and I know you love him." -He cupped both cheeks, rubbing the right one with his thumb.- "But you are panicking. What's on your mind?"

"Why are you asking me? Why are you asking, me?" -She repeated, desperately trying not to say the words. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and she was shaking.- " Tom.. let me go!"

"Not this time. Polly told me how you reacted when the Grace institute welcomed a newborn boy. Now, my son had called you mommy and you're spiraling. you're restless... you're upset. I have to know why."

"Don't you already know?" -She sounded defeated. "You are the king of Birmingham. you know things very few people are aware of. You should know my secret. You should know my pain." -She said, still fighting tears.

"I need you to say it, Mary. You need to let it out. You need to let me know. What happened to you? What happened to you?" -He asked.- 

His voice was just a soft whisper. She didn't want to answer him. She didn't want to let him see the deep scar she suffered from. It was the one thing she never could tell Tommy. yet, he decided not to let her run away this time from him. She would talk to him because he had to be sure that being around Charlie wasn't harming her. His heart started to race against his ribcage as he set his blue eyes upon her lovely face. Her voice shook and she moistened her lips.

"I was a child. Tom. I was but 14 when that bastard got me pregnant. I didn't know how to deal with it. I didn't understand what it truly meant for me, but I grew to love it. The baby inside of me. I grew to love him...my boy..." -Her voice broke down and she ended up crying the tears she had been holding back- "My boy... My boy... he lived for only 30 minutes, Tom. I was blessed enough to be able to hold him until he took his last breath...But I never got to become a mom. I never got to have a family of mine. I just... I didn't even have enough money to bury him properly. Can you believe it? I couldn't... I couldn't... oh..." -She lamented-

Tom held her face firmly, so she could look at him. He wanted her to focus on him. He wanted her to listen to his voice, to his instructions. Tom did what he knew best. He commanded her. He commanded her to listen to him and to look at him. He watched her face contorted with pain, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she was remembering her son. He saw the distress on her face, the same he felt when Grace died. She was in pain, almost losing strength in her legs. She put both hands on his arms and she nodded slowly, allowing him to know that his words were reaching out to her. Mary still sobbed, her chest heaving up and down as she was trying to catch her breath. He placed his hands tightly on her neck and nodded as if he was trying to convince himself (and her) about his next words. 

"look at me, Mary! Look me in the eye!" -She set her green eyes upon him and nodded to let him know that she was listening- 

Her body was still shaking as she was still crying. Tommy hated to see her cry, not because it bothered him, per se, but because he didn't like when she was in pain. He wanted to take that pain away, take it from him so she could smile at him again. His rough fingers slid into her curly hair and stroked the back of her neck. She looked at him and chewed at her bottom lip.  he could see how scared Mary was and the sobs she couldn't hold back. She nodded and squeezed his arms harder. 

"Mary...You know Charlie. You know the boy. He loves you and calling you mommy is the way he shows you that love. I am not mad at him. I am not mad at you. You care for Charlie. You love him and he loves you and that's all that matters to me. He is a happy and healthy boy and he makes you happy. It's all that matters." -He leaned his forehead against hers- "I don't mind the boy calling you as he pleases but I see how distressed you are. Do you want him to stop calling you that?"

"No... no... I don't want my precious boy to be frustrated. He can call me Mommy...I just... I was scared you would be upset that he did. I was scared that you thought I wanted to replace Grace. I was scared you wanted me to replace Grace. I cannot be her. I don't want to be her."

"You're not Grace. You are Mary and you are far more than enough for us. You make Charlie and me happy. It's all that matters, Mary. It's all that matters."- He rubbed her cheeks and wiped the tears off of her face with his thumbs. She nodded and pinched her lips together.- Paul..." -She flinched- "Paul might not be here, but he was lucky to have been born to you, Mary. He got to be held by you. He got to be loved. You've got to remember that, Mary. You've got to honor him and look forward to the future and not dwell on the past."

"it hurts so much, Tommy. I...It just hurts but you're right. I cannot be crying for the loss of my son until my last breath. I will honor him, the best way I can and..." -She sobbed and wiped some tears off of her face- "And if Charlie wants to call me Mommy, then he certainly can. He's my boy too, after all. He's my boy too..." 

She repeated and leaned into his firm touch. She closed her eyes and felt his lips press to hers in a soft kiss. How she had wanted to claim her love for him, to say those words that were threatening to escape her lips. Her heart was beating so fast against her ribcage, the tears were freely rolling down her cheeks, making a mess of her make-up and getting her dress wet from her tears. Her lips trembled, as she wanted to tell him she was deeply in love with him and wanted a life with him. She wanted to tell him that he meant everything to her and she loved his son like her own. God! Please, give her the strength to admit it to him. how she had wanted to give him her heart, but she knew better than to make bold claims when her emotions were all over the place. It wasn't the time. It wasn't the place. None of them would be ready to say it (for her) and to hear it (for him), but they knew. They knew at this instant, at this place, that they felt strongly for the other. They knew they felt more than just comfort, more than just some simple appreciation. They loved each other, they hurt together, they comforted each other, and that afternoon, they were stronger together. He was there for her as she was for him. He was there, and always will be. 

-TBC-

HoTD new profile: Ceryse Velaryon

HoTD profile: Ceryse Velaryon.

A/N: I had to give in to the urge. Of course, this profile won't be used but I had to challenge myself. 

Xxxxx

Main Faceclaim: cheyenne haynes

Second Faceclaim: Kylie Bunbury

"You killed my father."

General information

Real name: Ceryse Velaryon

Title(s): Lady of Driftmark

House Affiliation: House Velaryon - House Hightower [By alliance]

Word of her House: The Old, the True, the Brave

Coat of arms: A silver seahorse on sea green (Aquamarine, a seahorse argent)

Aliases: The Orphaned Lady, The Iron Lady of Driftmark, The Sea Goddess

Age: approximately 19 years old.

Relatives:

Grandsire:

Corwyn Velaryon [deceased]

Otto Hightower [by Alliance - Alive]

Father: Vaemond Velaryon (deceased, killed by Daemon Targaryen)

Mother: Unknown Wife of Vaemond Valeryon [Deceased]

Brothers: 

Daeron Velaryon [Alive but both sided with the Blacks]

Daemion Velaryon [Alive but both sided with the Blacks]

Uncle: 

Corlys Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen [By alliance-Alive]

Aunt 

Rhaenys Targaryen [By alliance-Alive]

Alicent Hightower [By Alliance- alive]

Cousins: 

Laena Targaryen [deceased]

Laenor Velaryon [presumed dead - alive and in hiding]

Rhaenyra Targaryen [by alliance-Alive]

Daemon Targaryen [By alliance-Alive]

Aegon II Targaryen [By alliance - Alive]

Helaena Targaryen [By alliance - Alive]

Aemond Targaryen [By alliance - Alive]

Daeron Targaryen [By alliance - Alive]

Nieces:

Baela Targaryen [Laena and Daemon child: Alive]

Rhaena Targaryen [Laena and Daemon child: Alive]

Visenya Targaryen [Rhaenyra and Daemon child:Alive]

Nephews: 

Jacaerys Velaryon  [Rhaenyra and Laenor child:Alive]

Lucerys Velaryon [Rhaenyra and Laenor child: Alive]

Joffrey Velaryon [Rhaenyra and Laenor child: Alive]

Aegon Targaryen  [ Rhaenyra and Daemon child: Alive]

Viserys Targaryen [Rhaenyra and Daemon child: Alive]

Marital Status: Betrothed to Otto Hightower in a bid for him to seize Driftmark after the war. 

Lover: I am a big drama bitch!  Daemon Targaryen and Aemond. Her one true love is Aemond but she suffers from Stokholm syndrome.

Status :

Identity: Public

Culture: Valyrian

Lover(s): Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen

Friends: She used to get along well with her cousins until her father was killed.

Religion(s): Fate of the Seven

Language: High Valyrian/Common tongue

Occupation: Lady of Driftmark, a protegee of the Greens.

Gender and sex: Female

Hair: Silver-platinum

Eyes: Hazel eyes

Height: 165 cm

Origin: Driftmark

Culture: Crownlands

Universe: House of the Dragons - TV show universe. 

"My father's only crime was to speak the truth. He should have been more careful given the audience he was speaking to."

Early History

Very little is known about Ceryse's past. All that is known is that she was raised to become one of the most accomplished seafarers of House Velaryon.  She was one of the most beautiful Valeryon women whose beauty was known to bring out the best and the worst of men.  It was also known that Vaemond Velaryon doted on his daughter and prided himself on her knowledge, beauty, and passion for the sea. Long before Laenor's children were proven to be bastards, Vaemond wanted to betroth his daughter to one of her cousins so she could rule on Driftmark. He was so disappointed in discovering the treachery of Princess Rhaenyra that he berated his brother and decided to cancel his plan to marry their children together. 

As she reached maturity, it became wildly known that the Lady of Driftmark was slowly losing her sight, a new that wasn't received very well by the woman who decided to make the best of it and carve her name next to the legendary warriors of Westeros and Valyria. She couldn't see very well in the dark unlike in her younger years but she was still very efficient otherwise.  She had met with Daemon Targaryen only a couple times, at Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor but at the time she didn't think much of the man. She was pleased when he married her cousin Laena and resumed her life at sea. Her father grew restless upon discovering that the children fathered by Laenor weren't his and his dissatisfaction became an obsession of his. Still, Ceryse was very welcoming of the Targaryens who had married into her family. 

Things started to change when it became clear that her father would not let go of the issue of Laenor's paternity of his children. She tried to calm her father to no avail. His obsession took a darker turn at Laena's death and her father's speech. Things became sour between her father and when he planned to marry her to Aemond Targaryen. Ceryse had always thought her father would let her choose the man she would marry and was crept up by the man -well, unfortunately, his reputation preceded him and it wasn't an outstanding one- Besides, she knew that he wanted to overthrow her uncle and cause a bigger drift between the two families by aligning himself with the Greens. Confused and upset, the young woman left, giving support to the fleet near the Triarchy instead. 

She was by her uncle's side when he got sick and decided to return to her homeland to give support to her aunt Rhaenys. She remained at Driftmark when Rhaenyra and the rest of the family went to King's Landing in order to face Vaemond's claim to Driftmark.  Ceryse learned about the death of her father and quickly organized her escape to King's Landing. She felt deeply hurt and betrayed by her family for not trying to avenge her father or give him a decent burial at sea.  Hurt, vengeful, and scared of the Blacks, the Lady of Driftmark went to King's Landing in order to seek the protection of the crown. 

Most Recent History :

Otto Hightower decided to claim Ceryse for himself once the war would be over. He knows that if Rhaenyra's extended family was decimated, then the sole heir to Driftmark would be Ceryse. The young woman didn't want to get married to the old man, especially since she wasn't interested in his politics or in his old ass. Her emotions are all over the place, while she understood the reason that got her father killed, she was still traumatized by his death and the fact it was his own House that murdered him. She dreamed of confronting Daemon in order to avenge her father, and in order to understand the man, she started to spend some time with Aemond Targaryen, her more level-headed cousin.  Aemond tried to intervene in her favor and convince his grandsire to marry Ceryse instead, but Otto refused for he had other plans for the young prince.  When Aegon II was crowned king, and Rhaenys escaped, she decided to take the opportunity to go to Dragonstone in order to meet with Rhaenyra and Daemon. There, she caught the eye of the prince (but lightly so), and she refused to admit that her opinion of him changed because he managed to manipulate her heart and steal her maidenhood. 

Evolution of the History: 

Where does she stand? The blacks? The Green ? 

Personality and trivia:

Ceryse is a very dutiful and loyal woman. She loves her family and loved her father above anyone else. Her mother died shortly after her death so she was raised by him. Being the youngest of his children, he had a soft spot for the spunky Lady of Driftsmark who showed eagerness and passion. She rarely gives up when presented with obstacles. 

Ceryse is a very intense woman. She knows what she wants and would never hesitate to take it or say it. She is very outspoken when she's upset. She will let you know if she has a problem with you straight away. Yet she's terrible when it comes to feelings.  She would keep to herself most of the time, especially after her father's death. 

TRIVIA: /non-exhaustive list/

-Her hair is platinum blonde/silver because of her Velaryon lineage.

- Ceryse might not have let a man claim her maidenhood, but she received proper sex education from her handmaiden. She also took time to explore herself and be comfortable with her skin. 

-She was very close to Baela, Rhaena, Lucerys and Jacaerys, and Joeffrey until her father died.

-She had a crush on Jace when they were younger but it was since gone. 

-Her father was actually very doting on her, she had a special bond with him and was the one who took his death the hardest.

-She is a woman of the sea. She was raised to become an accomplished warrior and seafarer who would sail with her brothers. She knows how to wield a sword but is more efficient with daggers.

-She has a very pleasant smell, that reminds the mind of the seaside.

-Ceryse is losing her sight. , so she knows that her time as a seafarer is numbered. 

A vintage touch: Her beloved

A vintage touch: Her beloved 

// Because I love them. and I wrote this with this song:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xj_T9T9j_aE

Mary couldn't pinpoint the moment she fell in love with Tommy. How could she exactly know when her feelings became romantic for the man? She did remember though, that her heart started to pound hard against her ribcage when he was taking care of his horse. Suddenly, this man who had shown a very rough edge became soft, calm, and collected near the animal. She was moved by his tenderness towards the horse and the genuine affection he showed the animal.  Mary couldn't pinpoint the moment she fell in love with Tommy, but she knew that she was swayed by the way he loved his family. He seemed rough, for the untrained eye (and he was, to some extent), but all he did, he did for them. He was obsessed with the idea of caring for his loved ones, making sure they weren't in need of anything, and making sure the family was thriving. He was in such need of control that he always made sure to know what was going on, even if they didn't tell him directly themselves. He lost so many people in his life that she understood his desire to know and to be able to protect or save them. He behaved the same with her. He protected Mary, saved her even from harm, and made sure that she had anything she needed. Tommy had a big heart. Tommy had a loving heart for the one who could see past his schemes and brutality. 

Mary didn't want to know how she fell in love with the man. She didn't need to know because it didn't matter. The truth was, her heart belonged to Tommy. Everyone knew it before she acknowledged it. Everyone joked about it and teased the two of them long before they were ready to talk about it -they still had not spoken about those feelings-. She knew that he wasn't ready to commit. He still had not recovered from the loss of his first wife and definitely didn't want to lose another lover. Mary was that person. She was the one who snuggled into his heart and mind in ways he had not anticipated. She was the one he wanted to return to, the one he wanted to cherish, the one he wanted to spoil. She was the one he wanted to protect because she put his heart at ease. Because she was the Sun. Because she was the Sun he was drawn towards. She made sure he was alright, not just physically but also mentally. She made sure he kept a connection to his son, so he could build a relationship with him and become the father he never had. Mary was good. She was so good to him, too good to him, and that had kept him from trying to pursue a relationship with her. Things were better the way they were..... Mary... Mary wasn't sure either. She didn't want to be seen as someone to replace Grace, as a way for him to cope with his loss and raise his son. She wasn't Grace. She would never be.  

Fear kept them from confessing their feelings to one another. Fear kept them from embracing each other. Yet, yet, on this soft day of Fall, all Mary could do was watch her man pet his horse and talk sweetly to it. All she saw was Tommy as he was when his mind was quiet, and when the need for violence, power, and blood had not overwhelmed him. All she saw was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, her beloved. oh... How her tongue had slipped and nearly led to her confession. She longed for the possibility to say it, to claim her love for him. She longed for the sweet relief her heart desired but all those thoughts were pushed back at the back of her mind because all that mattered was that Tommy was in a good mood and she wanted to keep him in such a mood. Her hand gently moved and she let it pet the horse too. It was a good day, it was the best day. How she loved him. 

-TBC-

COPG: A fair warning

COPG: A fair warning

// someone is cranky tonight! 

Could you believe it, Mother? That your precious little girl would not turn into what you wanted her to be?

You wanted me to be obedient and weak. You wanted me to remain naive so you could control me.

I would have been powerless under your care, powerless if I had not met with my Sin. 

Could you believe it, Mother? Fate truly messed with your plans, didn't it? 

Fate undid your delicate plan and allowed me to meet with my other half. My beloved.

I can feel you already, my power grew so much that I am in tune with the planet now. I became Life. 

I became Light. I became absolute Hope and Despair, able to induce them into humans and gods-alike.

I became You, no! I became stronger than you, better than you, more powerful than you will ever be. 

I guess this is why you tried to stop me. I guess this is why you wanted to control me. To remain the best.

You failed. You all failed to contain me. I learned about my true potential. I unleashed my true power. 

I became who I was supposed to be and as promised I would unleash hell on your other children and you.

Don't fret, I will take care of you, Mother. I haven't forgotten that you needed to get your dues. 

My revenge would be cold and harsh like Justice is supposed to be. I will serve you right, Mother.

I will wait until it's the right time but you will soon not be able to see the Light. 

Klasma: "Longing"

Klasma: "Longing"

// Just because I was thinking of her. listening to "praying for time" - Georges Michaels

She twirled her pink locks, her golden eyes were staring at the ceiling and her other hand was on her belly. How strange for the witch to be thinking of someone else than Elijah. She had never thought that meeting with the Hybrid could have such an impact on her life. It was never supposed to become such a strong bond, yet it only took a couple weeks for the witch to fall for him. What she mistook for carnal desire was in fact a deep connection happening in real-time. What were the odds of her meeting with the only person in the whole world who could understand her ordeal? What were they? She couldn't tell but she was certain they were pretty low.  He went on his mission, to take care of enemies she knew nothing about. He left Mystic Falls and she had not heard from him for a couple weeks now. 

The witch should have been able to focus on her work. on anything, really. She should have been able to go back to how things were, but in reality, she was unable to do so. How could she? How could she when all her heart wanted was to be next to Klaus? She wanted to talk to him and spend days and nights sharing their thoughts on the world and their discoveries. They both were immortals who have experienced centuries of cultural evolution. How fascinating it was for her to talk about painting, which Klaus was excellent at, and sing songs for him, which was a skill she honed over centuries. Her body wanted to touch him, her hands wanted to draw arabesques on his chest. Her lips wanted to taste his skin and feel the softness of his kisses. Mary wanted to hear him say her name, with the very domineering tone of his, confident, playful at times. Her neck was aching for his fangs, for she wanted him to drink from her. 

How could one miss someone that much? Had she not been a witch, someone could have said that she had been bewitched by the Hybrid, but she knew better. She knew that it was her heart that was screaming for him.  It wasn't the first time that the woman had fancied someone, but it was the first time that the bond was deep. She didn't need anything from Klaus: no need for protection, no need for power, no need for immortality because she had all of this. She wanted companionship, certainly something neither he nor she had anticipated they would get from the other. She furrowed her brows, still twirling her locks while her eyes were locked on the ceiling. Feelings were dangerous, in a way, she became very vulnerable. If she wasn't careful, Klaus could play with those emotions. She furrowed her brows and sat on the bed, her eyes were bright, and the walls were shaking. She refused to be treated like a fool, especially because unlike the time with Elijah, this time, Mary felt something for Klaus. She genuinely fell for him and chose to embrace those feelings.  Could it be that all of this was just a way for her heart to tell Mary that she was missing the hybrid? Most certainly so. She was yearning for him. She wanted him. She needed him.

-TBC-

Got (regular): "For the love of his brother"

Got (regular): "For the love of his brother"

// Another moment between Tyrion and Bäahal. 

xxx

Tyrion remained silent. Earlier on, a handmaiden went to fetch him at the princess' request. Hesitant at first, the Lannister decided to join the princess -how could he deny her request?- and see what the fuss was all about. Silence had settled in the dining room. The princess and the Hand had talked earlier on about the siege and the fact that House Redwyne was possibly behind it. He expressed his worries for his brother who literally went on a mission with little intel. Jaime was cunning, careful, and most importantly a seasoned knight. He would have gathered all the intel he needed and would charm his way out of trouble if the need arose, yet, the Hand of the Queen Daenerys couldn't help but feel a knot in his guts. It had been a long battle for Tyrion, a very difficult battle ever since he went on trial for a murder he did not commit. His life had been miserable, for most of it, because of his condition, the death of his mother while she was giving birth to him and the resentment he received from everyone but Jaime. His brother had always been on his side. His brother has always respected him and treated him like a human being. Their love for each other had been tested several times since Daenerys' conquest. Since the murder of their father. 

Jaime didn't forgive him. How could he? The Golden Lion was the Golden child of Tywin Lannister. He was his pride and joy. He was everything Tyrion wasn't. Tall, gorgeous, strong, brave, and skilled. He was everything Tyrion would never be: a child who didn't kill: the love of Tywin's life. Jaime hated him, they had that conversation before the Long Night. Jaime was upset at him, he was disappointed in him, and yet love prevailed. The war happened and they nearly lost the other but they survived this one, only to be torn apart because of Jaime's loyalty to Cersei. Tyrion lost his brother a second time. For nearly a year he didn't hear from him, didn't know where he went or if he was still alive. Bäahal was a beacon of Light in the gloomy world of Tyrion Lannister. He missed his brother. He had already lost a sister and the nephews and niece he had, were gone too. All that remained was his little sister Kyra and the hope to see Jaime again. When his older brother came back to him, Tyrion could not hold back his tears. He had been a different man, he'd shed some pounds but more importantly, he seemed to have stopped carrying the weight of the world. Perhaps, the princess' love was for something. Perhaps not. Who was he to say? 

There was a chance he would lose his brother for good. When Bäahal told him that Daenerys had a conversation with her and would have a conversation with Jaime upon his return, his blood turned cold. There it was, the very big risk for his brother to be killed on the spot for daring to love the princess. If he didn't die and got the queen's blessings, then he would have a target on his back and the princess would have a very difficult life as well.  Tyrion did his best to convince both of them not to fall in love and to move forward but he failed. Bäahal was stubborn. Bäahal was moving. She deserved to be loved and to know what that was.  Tyrion was worried, and watching as the princess was now dancing in front of him, as a way for her to cope with Jaime's absence and potential death, put the Hand at ease. It soothed him to see the young woman execute a beautiful dance in honor of his brother.  It didn't put all of his worries away but it distracted him for a moment. Tyrion was his brother's keeper and he would do his best to protect him at all costs, but what could a man do when he was miles away from his loved one? What could a man do?

-TBC-

Got (modern): "Family Feud part 2"

Got (modern): "Family Feud part 2"

A feud had been started, and a line had been drawn. Jealousy tainted this family, tearing it apart as if bonds meant nothing. It had to be known that Visenya would be relentless in her quest for revenge against Aerys II and his siblings. It had to be known that sooner or later, the family would be in danger once again. Daenerys knew what was at stake and so did the rest of her siblings. Their relationships had been quite difficult to say the very least but since the High garden accident (between the sisters) and the Dornes accident (for Viserys), Things have taken a turn. Viserys seemed calmer. He seemed to have found some sort of peace - or at least, he had the appearance of someone who found peace-. He was sober and drug-free for weeks now and seemed to be in a jolly mood.  They had no idea that he had started a relationship with Kyra Lannister. Should they know, it could have disturbed the very fragile peace between the three of them. Daenerys would never accept this relationship, mostly because she was following in the footsteps of both her father and her mother. Bäahal would have been welcoming, although, worried at first because Kyra was her best friend and since the only brother she ever had was the violent version of the Man, she would worry for Kyra.  The silver fox knew, so he kept it under wrap, for now. 

He did make efforts toward his sisters. He wasn't ready to give her proper apologies until he was sure she could be fully receptive to him. Instead, he chose to slowly but surely start talking with her. He had conversations that didn't end up in tears and that was already a victory for the Dragon King. With Dany, things were quite different. He made sure to report to her about his health. He allowed her to make surprised blood tests in order to make sure he was clean -thus regaining her trust and proving to both of them that he could keep his demons at bay.- He also tried to give her advice regarding this new man she was seeing, Jon Stark. Things were unclear, except for the fact they had been seen a couple of times having dinner together. Viserys' new behavior pleased the sisters who both welcomed him with warmth. Daenerys had started to work towards repairing her damaged relationship with Bäahal as well, since the High Garden Accident and the slap she gave Bäahal, their relationship had been... almost non-existent. Dany focused on Jon and Bäahal focused on Jaime. Distance did them some good, as it allowed both sisters to recover from the event and find themselves again. It allowed them to strengthen their relationships with their respective boyfriends and navigate their lives without being in that unhealthy relationship they had before. 

They weren't there yet, but they had been trying. They weren't there yet, and all three of them prayed to the gods old and new to make their current relationship something that could last for a long time. The Feud brought them together, however, and Viserys was the first one to suggest they would nip that rebellion in the bud. A plan was devised, media played a heavy part in it. All three of them put their skills to use, in order to right the wrongs caused by aunt Visenya to their family. Daenerys was still a ruthless and cunning businesswoman, she also knew how to conduct interviews and sway public opinion in her favor, which she did. Viserys appeared more and more publicly, showing off a healthier version of himself and increasing the impact he had on society, as the pope of good taste. Bäahal, sweet and gorgeous Bäahal worked even harder on charities. She couldn't dance, still, but she decided to use her passion and knowledge for Dance to her advantage. Aunt Visenya was quickly reduced to silence, at least in public. She decided that the next step would be to try and undermine her nephews' strength during the next Christmas holidays.  Game on! 

-TBC-

Doya: "You are safe with me."

 Doya: "You are safe with me."

// Because I miss them. 

xxx

"You are safe with me. Close your eyes and let me run my fingers through your hair. I want to sing you a lullaby to help you find peaceful sleep. You are safe with me. I am watching over you. No nightmare would find you and plague you with horrid visions of your loved ones being murdered and your powerless self who failed to save them. No dream involving deceased relatives and a peaceful life you can't achieve would come and lift your spirits only to crush them once you open your eyes.  

You are safe with me. I am no longer a believer for I have seen the truth of this world, yet, I am still being guided by Hope. I hoped for peace and you brought it to me, all of you. I hoped for a better tomorrow and I got them, with you. I found a home in you. I found a family, with them. I am still plagued with nightmares but you are the one who soothes me when I most needed it. I am safe with you. I have always been safe with you. I have always been myself, with you. I found a part of me that I thought was dead when we met. I found love. 

You are safe with me, Dean. Close your eyes and let me sing you a lovely song. I want to be able to protect you when you are the most vulnerable. I've got you. I've always got you.  I don't want you to listen to my words, but I want you to see my actions. I want them to speak for me. I want you to feel loved and to see that you are not damaged goods. You are not broken. You are not cast away. You are just a man who's been through way too much in his life. you are just a man who needs to stop and take a break. You are just the man I love and someone who loves me with the same intensity. You make me happy. You make me feel safe. You made me fall in love with you and I would never want to change any of you.

You are safe with me, Dean. Close your eyes and let me watch over you. 

Let me protect you. 

Let me love you."

MOET: You disappointed me

//Just a little thing that wanted to get out of my chest: (it's prose)

Disappointed. You disappointed me.  

I haven't truly understood just how deeply your actions hurt me. Was it because I was hoping you were the person you pretended to be? Or was it because I finally opened up to you, to a potential future between the two of us.

You disappointed me. 

I had opened my heart to you, despite my fears, and my suspicions. I wanted to give you a chance, to make sure that you were true to your words and to me. But you weren't. You rejected me. You threw me away like you would a used tissue. I was never going to be able to meet your standards. I was never going to be part of your life. I guess I have failed from the very start. What were you looking for, then? 

You disappointed me. 

And I don't think you realize the power these words hold. I held you on a pedestal. Somehow wishing to get with you what I was lacking in life. I needed warmth, I needed compassion. I thought you would be the one to give it to me. You pretended to be. You never were. 

instead, I got your venom. I got your side-eyes. I got the look of disgust on your face, I guess, for something I could not control? Something that made me who I was as a person? How could you pretend to like me then? How could you pretend you cared for me when you don't even give me a second thought? 

you disappointed me. 

And I am upset at you for your lies. I am upset at myself for trusting you. Why couldn't I see the obvious? Why couldn't I see the lies on your lips? The heartbreak that would follow the revelation of the truth? Wasn't I careful enough, to prevent this from happening again? I guess I wasn't. 

I guess I trusted too much. 

I guess I wanted it to be true.

In the end, I realized I was a fool, but you can't fool me no more.

You became a lesson, you became a warning, you became a reminder to me now. 

Not everyone could be family. Not everyone should be family. 

I have seen you for who you really were, and your rejection became my salvation. The love I have, the warmth I have, would benefit other people, more deserving people, those who are my family, those who actually want me to be part of theirs. 

You disappointed me.

You taught me.

that my heartbreak is a sign that I am alive. It is a sign that I could still love. It is a sign that I can still have more to give, but also a sign that I can and should also get. 

Thank you for failing me.

Thank you for breaking my heart.

You only made me stronger.

you only made me love harder. 

TB: "panic attack."

 // I think it's about time I write something for this girl. All usual disclaimer. 

xxxx

"Fuck! Fuck! fuck! fuck!!! Sara! why didn't you tell me that you had been contacted by Vaught!"

Sara pinched her lips together. She had a hard time breathing due to stress and anger mixed together. How come, Sara, her protege, and client, didn't tell her that Vaught, the biggest company in the whole world, had reached out to her in order for her to integrate the seven? Why did she keep it a secret? Dotty was furious, her blue eyes stared at the young woman who was brushing her hair in front of her vanity. Dotty's blonde locks fell on her nose, which she quickly pushed aside with a flick of her hand.

"Dotty... Please. Please! Stop screaming! I can hear you just fine."

Sara's jaw was tight and her hand was holding the brush even closer. She didn't want Dotty to be aware of Ashley's ridiculous offer nor did she want to engage in a battle of wits with her manager and friend. She lifted her head to look at the woman who was giving her a scolding frown. 

"You could have told me, Sara! What good  of a manager am I if I cannot give you the best advice?"

The blonde woman crossed her arms above her chest and started to tap her foot in order to indicate her disappointment. It wasn't so much the fact that it was Vaught or the Seven. It was the fact Sara had not shared the information with her. If she was keeping secrets from her, that was terrible news.  How could Dotty protect her if she didn't know what was going on? Dotty could have been her mother, give or take a couple years. She acted as such because she grew to love Sara over time. She still remembered thinking that this girl was an uncut diamond that needed work, but she had raw talent for showmanship and a beautiful voice. She had spunk and was determined to make it big in the industry. At first, the blonde dismissed her, she was on her own, and she was way too young and petulant and boisterous. Yet, she insisted and managed to sing a few notes, forcing the older woman to listen to her. Dotty could give it to the child, she was hungry for more, so she took her in. 

Dotty took her under her wing and the two of them slowly but surely built Sara into Unnamed Girl. She could have been a pop star (which she was), a more classical singer (she was trained as such and could sing an Opera), or even the lead dancer and singer of a Moulin Rouge show.   A singer who could incorporate her power into her show and who could have people identify with her. After all, wasn't she an Orphan? Wasn't she a self-made woman?  That spoke to the masses and she quickly became a fan favorite. She knew her like she had made this child, so, to have her hide such important information felt like a slap in her face.

"You know I want nothing to do with the Seven and Vaught. What advice would you have given me? Take the job? Become a seven? Sing a song for them?"

Sara lifted a brow and put the brush back on the vanity. Dotty sighed and moistened her lips. The brunette had a point. Dotty wouldn't have pushed her protegee to join the seven, especially since all the scandals exposed Vaught and the Sevens. Sara would be eaten alive if she joined the team and Dotty didn't want to lose Sara to nonsense. She was better off as a singer and a celebrity. A heavy sigh escaped the older woman's lips and she replied with a softer voice.

"NO! Of course not! It's just that you kept something from me, Sara. It's Vaught!! You can't keep it for yourself."-Sara ended up hitting the table with both hands and furrowed her brows at her manager.- 

"You speak as if I don't know! I am not dumb! I don't wanna die! I told them that I didn't want to join them. I don't know why Ashley is insisting on that. What's next? She's coming over?" -Sara rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers

"Mmmh... No... No, she's not coming over, but she sent someone. One of the Seven. He is waiting for you to join him." - A man?-

Sara furrowed her brows and put both hands on her waist. Homelander? Homelander came to her studio? During the day? in plain sight? Who else could it be? If it was Homelander maybe Dotty would have told her straight away.

"Someone is here? Do you..." -Dotty went to the door.- "Dot, you're going to be there, right?"

"He asked to be left alone with you. I can't really go against the wishes of the man. He seems charming, so I'm sure you're going to be alright and no, no it's not Homelander. Now, come on... Go to the meeting room." -Sara stood up and apprehensively walked towards the meeting room.-

Who could it be? If not Homelander, she had the choice between The Deep or A-Train. While she wasn't sure she could keep her composure,  she was more willing to see him than A-train. She despised The Deep and even bought his book to have something to laugh about. Yet, she hated A-train even more. She opened the meeting room's door and came face to face with A-train. Her breathing became labored and she swallowed a hard lump. He smirked at her and opened both his arms to welcome the young woman. 

"Unnamed Girl!!!" -He plastered a very fake smile on his lips in order to appear kinder and sweeter than he actually was. She swallowed and gave him a tense look and stiff smile-

"In the flesh! Woah, I've never thought I would get the visit of one of the Seven. What brings you here, A-train?"

"Ashley. She errr.. requested that I paid you a visit to try and know why you're so reluctant to work with us. You're a singer, aren't you?"

"Uh...Yeah... I'm a singer. you got it right. Ashley err... Ashley wanted to recruit me since the death of Queen Maeve but eerr... I declined."  -He started to walk toward her and she took a couple steps back. She didn't want him to be too close to her and she slowly started to panic a little bit. He had noticed her nervousness and he decided to take a step closer to her, closing the distance between the two of them. She swallowed another lump and tucked her hair behind her ears. it prompted her to speak faster- " I am a singer, I am the best at being a singer. I do not want to do anything else, that's why."

"I see. Cool! You might not want to join the Seven, and I respect it. Ashley respects it too. She just wanted to see if you could collaborate with us. With a song, actually."

"A song?" -She blinked and tucked some hair behind her ears a little faster- "She wants me to sing a song for the Seven? What???? uh... " -He stepped forward, forcing her to walk back and hit the door.- "Why are you so close to me?"

"Are you scared, Sara? Do I scare you?" -He asked with a grin- "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." -he whispered to her. She ran her hand through her hair again and chewed at her bottom lip. - "However, I'm here to convince you to work with us."

"Just... convince?" -She snapped at him. She was starting to feel upset, why was a Seven in her office? Why was he cornering her like that? She yanked her head back while he bent forward, his mouth just a couple inches from her ear. "I don't like you to be this close to me." 

Sara was trying to keep her composure but A-train could tell she was not at ease with him so close to her. The fastest man alive would be lying if he didn't admit that he enjoyed seeing someone be wary of him for a change. It had been weeks since Homelander had been torturing him, with snide comments and thinly veiled threats. He wanted to break free from the Homelander and recover his self-esteem and his confidence. He was one of the Seven after all. She was nothing, nothing but a pop singer and she couldn't possibly have the upper hand over him.  Her hazel eyes set upon the man and she looked at his face with a questioning gaze. What did he want? She didn't like it. Her heart didn't like it.  The taller man grinned at her and put his hand over her shoulder. He pressed his fingers onto her shoulder and plastered the fakest smile on his lips. 

" You don't realize how much power you hold in the palm of your hand. You do have an incredible fanbase. You have people who listen to you and care about your opinion. Vaught takes very seriously the issues within our community. Ever since I highlighted the issues with Blue Hawk and the discrimination against the community, I raised awareness on that topic. Vaught wants you to become their ambassador Things have been... complicated since the discovery of Soldier Boy's last rampage. People are scared and it would do us all a favor if you could help us get the public favor."

"You want me to lie to them? Sing a song about how great you all are when we discovered the lies you were fed up with for years? Vaught? corrupted! The Seven? in--" -A-train squeezed her shoulder harder, eliciting a squeal from the young woman who used her telekinesis to push him away. She didn't mean to push him that hard but the Seven was sent flying against the wall and hit it hard, breaking some of it.- "Don't touch me! how dare you?!!"

"Girl.... ah... You didn't have to go that hard. You acted as if I was going to murder you." -His tone was full of reproach and he barely hid the thinly veiled threat he was making to her- "Don't you dare do that again. You speak of us as if we were monsters! You speak of us as if you were better than us! don't think I didn't see you come and go to the Tower. You visited Homelander more than once and you want to lecture me? Sign the fucking contract and make that fucking song for us and I'll leave you alone."

"B--Blackmail? You're trying to blackmail me?? My business with Homelander is mine and mine alone. You don't know why I visit him. you don't know shit! and you're trying to blackmail me? You're so pathetic, A-Train! You come here, and try to sell yourself as a smooth "brother" when you're far from being someone from the community!! Blue Hawk? You didn't help the community! you just wanted to make yourself look good! Your ugly Pan-African costume? It was just a costume! You didn't care about the community before and suddenly you do? Ah! Give me a b-"

"You're running your mouth again, Sara! You're running your fucking mouth again! I told you! I told you that we just want you to sing a song, and make a video with me in it in order to preach community and inclusivity. I don't need to know what you're doing with Homelander!! as a matter of fact, I don't give two shits about that psychopath! What I want, however, is for your weak-ass to do what you're being told and fucking sign the contract!" -He grabbed the contract and threw it in Sara's face. She didn't move and instead started to massage her shoulder, in order to self-soothe herself.- "Now be fucking for real!  You don't have the power to go after me. You don't have the power to go after the seven. So, do as you're told and everything will be alright. I'll be back in a couple days."

And he left, using his superspeed to exit the building. She was left shaking, her eyes swollen with unshed tears as she wasn't sure about what was happened. Did he just threaten her? Did he really threaten her? She couldn't tell. She could feel her breathing become more labored and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She shakily grabbed her phone and started to text John... telling him that she wasn't feeling alright and couldn't meet him that night as they had scheduled. How could she face him after what had just happened? Was she assaulted by a Seven? Yeah? A-train just squeezed her shoulder really hard, scared her shitless, and threatened her if she didn't comply. 

Her instincts were telling her to sign it, despite not feeling keen on doing so. She hated the Seven, she didn't want to be part of it and yet, somehow, Vaught and Ashley were resilient and refused to let her go. Sara did have a large fanbase and people were indeed invested in her art. John read the text and realized that something had to be wrong. Sara never ever canceled their plans unless she was sick. She would always be clear in her text and would tell him she was sick rather than "not feeling well" so something might have happened. He rolled his eyes, wondering if he wanted to leave his private quarters to find her, but quickly turned around and went after her. He would get to the bottom of it and he would know what happened.

-TBC-

COPG: Life of Elpis "grudge"

COPG: Life of Elpis "grudge"

// SHe is just a very upset girl.

xxxx

The elder goddess swallowed hard and she bit her bottom lip. It had been such a long while since she had heard the sound of her mother's voice.  Millennia to be exact. It sounded the same, sweet and caring, but hints of her fear were easily caught by her daughter. Elpis lifted a brow and crossed her arms above her chest. She was upset, clearly so. Her heart was beating fast, so fast that it was the only thing she could hear. It was supposed to be a simple exercise. Elpis wanted to push her connection with fauna and Flora as far as she could. As suspected, the goddess of Hope and Light grew so powerful that it didn't require a lot of energy to quickly be in tune with it.  She was upset at her, for not doing anything when she was aware of her siblings' schemes. She hated her mother for sheltering her and manipulating her into never tapping into her true potential. If she pushed further, perhaps Gaea would feel her. She didn't know how she felt about it. Did she want to talk to her? What could she say to the All-mother? She would spit at her face, she would threaten her, maybe. 

Pride would have calmed her down, but he wasn't around. He would preach the virtue of patience and would remind her that it was just a matter of time before the destruction of her pantheon. Gaea would pay for her crimes, in time. Pride would have calmed her down, with his strong hands on her neck. She was missing her Sin who was, as usual, trapped within his own business elsewhere. He would let his fingers run through her pink mane and massage her scalp, so she wouldn't let her anger take the best of her. Pride knew that it was just a matter of time before she would face the All-Mother but the truth was, that she was already feeling her presence due to the connection she had with Earth. Did Gaea try to reach out to her? did she want to talk to her?  Why did it matter?  Why did it matter? 

-TBC-

GoT: A promise to our sisters

(GoT): A promise to our sisters

// I love them so much... pfft, the yearning. <3

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"My beloved. I know we have promised our sisters to behave and be patient. I know we have promised to wait until my sister gives me her blessings but it is challenging. I want to protect you from her wrath. I want to protect you from everything that could harm you but I know I can't control everything. We had seven days at sea, days just you and me. For once in my life, I felt that I could have something for myself. I could have someone who loved me, someone who wanted me to be happy. for seven days, I was just Bäahal, not the princess of the seven kingdoms. I have to be strong, because I yearn for you, Jaime. I have to be strong because you would never forgive yourself if you crossed the line. I have to be the one to protect you from yourself, so I would not give into my desires. I would not give in to my needs. I would do it because I love you and want you to do something you can be proud of. I will watch after you, Jaime. I can promise you that. I will watch after you and I will make sure that we keep our promise to our sisters and wait until we can truly be together."

-TBC-

GoT modern: "Family Feud."

GoT modern: "Family Feud."

 // That aunt really is trying to shit on her family.  Bäahal is having none of it. 

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Visenya Targaryen was relentless. It became obvious over the weeks that she wanted her cousin's children to lose their power and influence in the Targaryen Family. She had always resented Aerys II, mostly because unlike them, he managed to survive and make their family flourish. He managed to become the family leader, the beacon of hope for the rest of them who should become a role model of what to do in order to become relevant in the modern Westerosi society. When people looked at him, they didn't see a deposed royal family. They didn't associate the name with poverty, nor did they make a mockery of the family. Visenya acknowledged her cousin's positive impact on the family but she resented him and his foolish choices. She resented him for cheating on his wife and bringing a bastard child to the family. He stained his own legacy with the living proof of his actions. He insulted his ancestors and his lineage with this child coming out of nowhere. It was probably the worst thing he could have done to his family. Bäahal had nothing to do with their family. She couldn't possibly represent their values.

 How could she, when she was flaunting her body on photoshoots or in the tabloids? How could she when she wanted to dance, but not in order to become a ballerina, oh no! She tried to dance those commoners' types of dances her mother was known for. Visenya hated her guts. She tried to make that child pay during family reunions by not addressing her when Bäahal was younger, to becoming saltier when Bäahal became a young adult.  She always reminded her that she wasn't a full Targaryen because her mother wasn't one and therefore, she could never claim the name for herself. She always made sure that no one in the family offered anything for Christmas or her birthdays. You could say that she was leading a vendetta against the young woman. These days she had decided to go on the record, in order to diss Bäahal even more and question her niece's right to become the head of the family. Bäahal read the interviews, and she saw her aunt on tv, spitting her venom with thinly veiled remarks. It bothered her, and it bothered her siblings who had decided that perhaps this would be the best time for a truce and to work together to snuff the rebellion before it started. Game on, Visenya! Game on! 

-TBC-

Doya: Curtain falls on PLuto

Doya: Curtain falls on Pluto

// Because it needs a wrap-up

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Dean waited for Oya to leave the gas-station shop with food and drinks while he refueled Baby's tank.  They have been through quite a lot together, yet this last case was rough for the pair. Pluto, the pagan god they faced lately, had been quite a challenge to say the very least. First, he would have killed Oya if Castiel hadn't teleported to her location. He induced fear into both of their hearts, fear of losing their loved ones, fear of dying and leaving them behind, and fear of not being able to save the world. Pluto had it right. He tapped into this world's worst behaviors and desires to strengthen himself. People easily followed him, and in order to weaken the god, they had to sever his connection with humans.  Their small circle grew larger with the intervention of Rowena, Crowley, and a plethora of hunters which culminated in a very intense fight against the god. They killed him, but they were badly hurt as expected. They killed him and they were able to put his existence behind them. Oya managed to overcome her stress and fear. She managed to regain her confidence, slowly, but surely and felt more like herself since his death. She felt vindicated, so what was a wound on her belly? Just another scar to prove she lived and survived to tell the tale. Dean managed to survive a shoulder wound and was able to put that whole case behind him.

Rowena and Crowley betrayed them, as expected but in the end, Dean and Oya survived together. They always did but this time more than the others, the Winchester was relieved that they managed to survive together. This case had him worried because he could have genuinely lost her and it forced him to reconsider his connection to that woman. He loved her. He needed her. He refused to live in a world where she wouldn't be. Dean had lost so many people in life that he knew that he couldn't survive one more. Oya had been in his life for years now, she shared his life, she shared his bed, she shared his heart and because she did, he couldn't afford to lose her. Pluto brought that fear back up in his mind. He almost made it real and the very fact that they managed to survive with just a couple wounds, was a miracle. She was his miracle. Come to think of it. She was his miracle. Oya loved him for who he was, without conditions, without limits, without demands. She loved him and she wanted to build a life with him. How could he want to be away from the woman he loved?  Pluto made him realize how much he loved her, but the sight of her walking toward him made him fall in love with her again. 

-TBC-

Klasma: a weird comfort

Klasma: a weird comfort 

// I just wanted to explore how and why she feels comfortable and tormented about Klaus.

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"You're doing it again!"  

"You're choosing our enemies over your sisters!" 

"Traitor!"

"WHORE!"

"TRAITOR!!"

Mary couldn't sleep. The voices at the back of her head were way too loud for her to be able to rest that night. She sat on the bed, and her heavy curls fell on her shoulder blades. Her lips were trembling and her body was shaking. Pain awoke as anxiety and anger mixed together clung to her guts. Both hands held onto her ankles as her golden eyes, almost white for they were brighter than ever, stared at the wall in front of her. She screamed and ran her fingers through her hair, holding fists of luscious curls into her hands to prevent her from sobbing loudly. A failure. Tears were strolling down her cheeks. She couldn't do otherwise but express her anguish through screams, tears, and her powers breaking her furniture. The more she was upset, the worse her pain got so she tried to self-soothe and think about something more pleasant. Come-on!. come-on... what could you think about, Mary? Oh... yes... Klaus' warm body against hers. She imagined his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The sensation of safety slowly calmed her down and her breathing slowed down. The witch put her hands on her chest, still feeling how fast her heartbeats were but at least, the pain was subsiding a little bit. 

It was a situation she didn't understand. For centuries she tried to get her revenge on Klaus for slaughtering her family. She wanted to kill him and had thought of the many ways she could end his life. Anger suffocated her, the feeling of being unjustly punished for an act of kindness was rotting her soul like poison. Because of him, because of him, she lost everything! Because of Klaus, she met Elijah. Because of Klaus, she helped Elijah and ended up being cursed by her coven. Her supreme sacrifice of innocent lives ensures Mary's immortality. She sacrificed those innocent people's lives so she could curse Mary to eternity without love, without the sensation of belonging, and without companionship. She should have hated him. She did. She did but she gave up on it because she couldn't be miserable. Hatred led to nothing but misery. Hatred led to nothing but pain and after centuries spent losing people she tried to help and watching them die naturally took a toll on her. So she chose to do otherwise. 

She understood him instead. She understood why he was the creature he was. She understood his pain, his loneliness, and his longing for companionship. She understood that he wasn't in full control of himself. How could it be different when he was the first hybrid this world had ever known? He was something that shouldn't have been and left a trail of death and desolation while trying to figure himself out. He didn't even remember when he slaughtered her family or the people of that town. He didn't remember seeing her. Everything was a fog for such a long time that holding grudges against him would be dishonest. It was destructive. It was useless...So Mary decided to do things differently, to find a new path. She would try to help him and keep on helping others so her curse would not be in vain. She could turn it around, and make it something positive, in a way, she wanted to be there to help others. She didn't plan to fall in love with him. She didn't plan any of this but it happened and she felt guilt at the beginning. 

Could she fall in love with the creature that destroyed her life? Technically, did he? If she was being honest with herself, he had killed her loved ones. That was all he did. Elijah was the one who talked her into saving his family and made her a traitor to her own kind. She fell for him and she fell hard. She fell so hard that she felt his absence even harder than she expected to feel. She was missing him. She was missing their connection. She bonded with him in ways she never thought she could, far better than she ever connected to her coven. Klaus understood her. Klaus felt her. Klaus knew her. Yet the voices at the back of her head kept coming back, threatening her, menacing her, spitting at her because she still managed to betray them with the very creature they fought against. Could she still be called a witch? A witch without a coven? A witch in love with the hybrid? A cursed witch. A witch in love. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: A wolf in sheep clothing.

A vintage touch: A wolf in sheep's clothing 

// the awful Archibald is back in town bitches. 

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Michael Gray was a bastard. A cunning, sniveling, fucking clever bastard! He also was his friend. Archibald Worthington III, better known as Archer was actually very fond of the young man, mostly because they understood each other pretty well. They wanted power and while Archer had managed to establish himself as a force to reckon with, Michael was still climbing the social ladders. Still, they bonded and Michael even gave Archer a wonderful gift, he told his friend about the beautiful and sweet Mary Colson. What a bastard! What a liar! He didn't do this woman any justice when he described her to Archer. He saw her for the first time, moments earlier and was still haunted by the memory of her. She left the Grace Shelby Institute to meet with a brown-haired woman Archer assumed to be Ada Shelby. It was a hot day, so she wasn't wearing a coat. Instead, her full figure was merely hidden behind a form-fitting dress. She carried an umbrella to protect her skin from the sun but he could see her soft features. The two adorable beauty spots on her face, the warm and deep green sea that were her eyes, and her plump lips of hers. He could see the carefully man-made brown curls of hers crowning her face. She smiled a genuine teeth smile that captured his attention. Mary was sublime and while the vision of her tugged at some of his heartstrings, Archer could also feel that Mary had stirred a carnal desire inside of him. He had to have her. 

"Michael, Michael, Michael... You really undersold this poor Mary to me."

Michael was on the other side of the phone. He took the phone call from his friend, well-aware that it was listened to by Uncle Jack's goons. Jack was bemused -so far- by Michael's attempts at taking care of his own family. He didn't consider this little Briton prick to be a threat so he didn't care much about what Michael was doing with him, as long as it didn't have a negative impact on Uncle Jack's business, he could care less about him. Polly's son rolled his eyes upon hearing the accusation from his friend's mouth and as he shook his head, he replied, suppressing a soft smirk from his lips.

"I didn't sell you anything, Archer. I merely just described her to you. I guess that you have met her, already?"

"MMmhhh... Not formally yet. I have seen her, however, and she took my breath away. I understand why you've had trouble moving on."

There it was, the little slap in the face Archer was known for. He pulled no punches with the people he talked to and only showed some respect to the people who were able to handle him and match his tone and attitude. Michael felt his jaw clench, mostly because Archer was right. He had trouble moving on from Mary. He desired her and although the last shred of romantic feelings died upon meeting Gina, he still felt a strong desire for Mary. He still dreamed about fucking her, owning her, and most of all, he wished he could steal her from Tommy just like Tommy stole her from him. Those fantasies existed and plagued the young man who couldn't stop thinking about  Mary fucking Colson. He dreamed of her when he was fucking his wife. He wasn't much of a talker so he wouldn't scream the wrong name, but if he did, he would have betrayed himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I told you about her, shook your fucking hand so you could try to sweep her off of her feet."

"A teeth-clenched type of agreement, dear Michael. You don't really want me to succeed where you've failed. I get it, I get it! Your hatred for Tommy Shelby is stronger than your desire for this woman.  But it's still there. I can see why. you have good taste. She is seductive. She is one of a kind. At least in Small Heath. There are no other like Mary."

Michael hated what he heard. He hated the sleazy voice used by his friend because he knew what it meant. It was the same voice Archer had when he wanted to spend the night with a woman, to make her his. It was the same voice Archer had when he told Michael how he spent his night, in excruciating details about the way she sounded, if she wanted him or if she was faking it, and the cruel desire he had to hurt his lovers at some point during their fucking session. Michael felt goosebumps cover his arms because he imagined Mary being terrified of that man, should she give into him. According to the young man, she was far too delicate and too good to agree to some level of violence. She couldn't like being choked, or having a large hand wrapped around her gracile neck. She couldn't possibly like to be spanked vigorously by a man who wouldn't mind her cries for help. How could she? how could she like to have a man as brutal as Archer take her? 

"I know you didn't call me to detail what you have in store for her, Archer. So why are you actually calling me for?"

"I wanted to marvel at her beauty. You handsome bastard! You could have told me that she was this magnetic. I haven't heard her voice yet, but I bet it is as soft as you told me it was. I have to admit, she got my cock hard.  I will have a lot of fun fucking your girl, Michael. Mark my words."

"Archer..." -Michael let a heavy sigh escape his tight lips- "Listen, you better have a good reason to wake me the fuck up this early. I get it, Mary's gorgeous! Alright! Next!" -He sounded so upset that it made Archer laugh. Of course, he would be upset. He wished he were in Archibald's place, courting Mary, fucking Mary, and finally achieving his goal. The older man laughed, unable to contain his joy much to Michael's regret.-

"Oi, I think I can have a little bit of fun with you before getting down to business, now, can I?" -Michael sighed again- "Ah... I have made contact with my guys here. They are studying his schedule and observing Mary's. I have a plan. I'll get as much information as I can about Tommy, so I could try and use it as leverage."

"I told you everything I knew about his business and how he works. Why would you need to--"

"No offense, Michael, but I doubt he told you everything. Besides, I have to be careful. He is an MP now, therefore, he has many more secrets and is much more careful. I will get close to Mary and listen to what the streets would tell me. She will be the one to introduce me to Tommy and if what you're saying is true. It would be even more ironic to be the one who steals his business and his girl in one fine swoop."

Michael felt his jaw clench again. He didn't like the cavalier way Archer behaved. He underestimated Tommy, clearly so, and if there was one thing one should not do, it is to underestimate the devil. Archibald wouldn't tell Michael but he believed that a Gypsy like Tommy, doubled with a man who bought his way into the middle class, was worth nothing and should be crushed. He should have remained a rat under Archer's shoes and that vile prick wanted to punish Tommy for thinking they were the same. He was a man of noble ascendance whereas Tommy was a nobody. He was a man of class, whereas Tommy was filth. He would take great pleasure in destroying that man's empire and taking the woman he seemingly loved, away from him. 

"Be careful, my friend. Tommy Shelby is not to be trifled with. That's all I am going to say. Keep me posted if you have an update."

"I will. See you soon, my friend."

And he hung up the phone. Archibald rubbed his chin and grinned as the thought of seeing Mary again started to fill his heart with excitement. She didn't know what was going to happen to her, nor who she would be meeting in a couple days, but Archer had planned to charm the life out of that woman. She probably wasn't used to having people pay her attention, and maybe not to those who would treat her like a lady but he would. He would seduce her with his wits, his money, and his good looks. NO women could resist him, some he even mistreated came back to him. Why would Mary Colson be any different? How could she be any different? 

-TBC-