A vintage's touch: The year is ending.

The year is ending, my love. the year is ending and all that I wish is to be able to sleep by your side. The quiet silence of our bedroom, and the comfortable silence we share is a treasured safe haven for me... There, in the confines of our bedroom, when Time has stopped, I feel the safest. There, in the confines of our bedroom, You don't have to play a role. You don't have to say words you don't want to say. I can hear you just fine. I can hear you just fine and I can understand you. 

The year is ending, my love and even then, I can't say it. My love for you is at the tip of my tongue, in the eyes I use to look at you, in the hands I use to stroke your skin. I can't say the words, but my heart is overflowing with it. I am in love with you Tommy Shelby. I want to marry you. I dream of that day. I raise your child...a child I consider mine too. I want to carry your child too, someday, maybe.  The year is ending and I wish I could open my heart to you and let you know just how much you mean to me. 

The year is ending, my love, and I wish you could know that I see you. I see your pain. I see your scars. I see you as you are. I know you have blood on your hands. I know you've been hurt during the war. I know you've been..hurt by life and I love you still. I love you still, with your flaws, your qualities, your dreams, and your nightmares. I am with you and I wish I could say those words and perhaps, the year to come would give me the strength to confess to you. I hope so. "

COPG: A new human year

"A new human year. 

Rebirth. 

Excellence.

We have goals to meet, 

An ambition to feed.

A destiny to forge. 

A new human year. 

Rebirth. 

Unforgiveness. 

I am petty, I am scorned. 

I am thirsty for blood. 

My Pantheon begone! 

I only have one wish. 

The wish to see them perish.

The wish to avenge us. 

for all, they did. 

A new human year. 

A new human year with you. 

Superbia, my Superbia...

Let's enter the year together.

Doya: new year's eve.

New year, it's going to be a fantastic year I think, Dean. it's really the simple things, the fact you and I can still hunt together, spend time together, cuddle each other and so much more. I love it, I love it that we have been able to build our home in each other. That's what it is, isn't it? You are my home and no matter where we are, I will always feel at home because you're here. And the home would feel complete when we're together, with Sam and Castiel.  A new year is going to be the same year, just better. It's gonna be you and me against monsters and evil. It's gonna be you and me...

You're my family. Your kids are my family too. I know we haven't talked much about it since I heard about Kira and Connor. But they're my family too.  You're my family, Sam and Castiel are my families too. I love it. I love that we can spend time together, care for each other and stick together, as a family. I... I'm a Winchester too. I share your heart and you share mine.  New year... What more can I ask for the new year if not to spend it with you? My life is perfect! it's just the way I  want it. It's just perfect as it is because you're here. Because you love me and because I love you.  Let's keep on building our home together, Dean. Let's keep on moving forward. let's make this year a beautiful one!"

GoT: new year!

"I pray the seven gods, Old and New, to be favored by them. I pray to the seven gods, Old and New, to have my sister's blessings. I know that the year to come will be filled with challenges. I know the world would be against us, should we be blessed by my sisters. I know our lives would be put on the line, because I chose you, because I loved you and because you're not dead. I know plenty would try to get revenge for what your House did. Your brother and sister are working tirelessly in order to restore the name of your family, and I know that you would do it. I trust Lady Kyra and I trust you.

I have never doubted you because I saw the man you were. I know the man you are. I know the real you, the one others don't want to see. I trust you, Jaime. I trust you with my life and I trust you with my heart and soul. So. I am ready to do anything in my power to protect you and your family. I will obey my sister, even if that breaks my heart because I am loyal to her. Still, I pray. Still, I hope. Still, I wish that the gods would favor me and that we would be together. It would be the greatest gift they could do to me, the greatest after they gave me a family."

GoT: Redwyne's revolution

 GoT: Redwyne's revolution

// flash-forward. Tyrion is actually thinking about what's to come. 

xxx

House Redwyne. Tyrion could understand why they would resent the new queen. Daenerys wasn't popular everywhere. That much could be understood. For Westeros, she was the silver-haired bitch that came from the south. She was a menace, the scourge that would drastically destroy the very fabric of their society. She had tamed beasts that could devour her very enemies, dragons she considered her own children. She had killed the old masters of the south and could very much try to kill the noble families that had existed for centuries. The Redwynes would not try to confront the queen, lest they wanted to die by the fire of her dragons. They would, however, try to reach out to her and kill the closest person she had. Her own blood, the young princess. Learning that princess Bäahal was traveling the world in order to play the ambassador was welcomed with exctiment. They used it against her. They used Bäahal's kindness against her and ambushed the princess. Tyrion knew that it was just a matter of time before they went after the queen. For the moment, the survival of the princess had been kept a secret and Jaime had just returned from his mission with Commander Jon.

They would have to discuss their findings and the fact House Redwyne was to be considered an enemy. The priority was to avoid an all-out war, but they also had to make a lesson out of the Redwynes. He rubbed his temple and drank his cup of wine. The queen was trying to deal with the relationship between his brother and her sister. That had to be settled somehow, because they had to know if their union was allowed or if they were forbidden to be together. Jaime had done his best not to give into his desire and urges. He had done things right. He had found someone who cared for him and who genuinely loved him, flaws and all. Tyrion didn't know what Bäahal saw in Jaime. He loved his brother and he wanted him to survive his queen's judgement. Jaime deserved better. He deserved much better and Tyrion wanted nothing but his brother's happiness. He was aware that Bäahal held Jaime's heart in her hands. He was aware that Jaime made the princess happy, perhaps the happiest she had ever been. They really were a beautiful couple and Tyrion wished nothing more but for the two of them to get what they wanted. 

Yet... There was something looming in the distance. Jaime was hated, perhaps he even was the most hated man of Westeros. He had a target on his back and no one but the princess and his siblings, no one could ever want his well-being. So he was afraid, for both of Jaime and the princess. He was afraid of what was to come but he knew they would prepare for anything. 

-TBC-

GoT (modern): White Christmas

 GoT (modern): White Christmas

// I very much love these two, so I had to write something about them. The very first-moment Bäahal would claim her love for Jaime. It's a little bit of a flash forward.

xxxx

Jaime Lannister's secret lair: 

The Lannister and the Targaryen were enjoying a fresh glass of wine by the fire. Jaime had spoiled them with a delicious dinner and they relished in a lovely moment spent together. Bäahal's heart was beating hard. Her purple eyes were shifting from left to right as she didn't know how to brace herself and find the strength to tell Jaime how she felt about him. Her fingers tapped against her lap and she chose to stand up because she couldn't handle staying still. Jaime's emerald eyes followed the young woman as she put her glass of wine on the table near her and stood up. He watched as her silver hair cascaded onto her chest and back. Her purple eyes were nervously staring at him and she put both hands on her waist. 

"Jaime Lannister! I love being your girlfriend. I love being yours, okay? I love being here, in our secret lair and most of all, I love being in your arms. I want you to know that I don't care about our family feud. I don't care about whatever people would say about us. They might like it, they might hate it, I don't care! they might think I'm too young for you or you're too old for me, I don't care! I don't! I really don't! I love you. I am in love with you! I know you know, and I know you feel the same for me. It's just... I wanted to say it. I wanted to say that I was helplessly in love with you. Because it's true. so...here it is."

She was breathing hard and Jaime realized that she was still uncomfortable. She tried to make it as if it wasn't a big deal (and somehow it wasn't since they both felt the same thing) but he knew that it was important to her to speak her mind. She had been deceived and heartbroken by her previous relationship and he knew she had tried to protect her heart as hard as she could before they met. He still remembered the first time they met and the fact she was afraid he would leave her alone. He knew by then, that she had been left behind one too many times and now that they shared a bond, she didn't want to lose it. The fact Bäahal was confessing her love for him was a huge step forward. He smiled at her and as she was giving him the sweetest and crookest smile she could offer, the Lannister stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her towards his hard frame and  leaned his forehead against hers.

"Bäahal Targaryen! You're quite the woman you know?" -He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, in a soft and gentle kiss- "I am helplessly in love with you too. I know you know, but I wanted you to hear it too. You are a generous and gentle soul, Bäahal. You are sweet and kind, and loyal. You are funny and you make it harder for me to be away from you."

"Harder for you?' -She chuckled and pressed her lips to his. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and tilted her head to the side. Jaime nodded and gently pressed another kiss to her lips. "I like the idea that you're thinking about me when I'm not around."

"More than you can think of." -She smiled at him and he gave her the warmest hug he could.-

-TBC-

Doya: Last christmas

Doya: Last Christmas

 // I love these two. I just wanted something for them. 

xxx

"Dean, 

This year had been one of the toughest we had to deal with. I can't believe that we almost lost each other. I realized that I did not want to leave you behind. I feared Death for the first time, not for myself but for the consequences it would have on you. You've lost so much already, Dean. You've lost so much that I didn't want you to lose anymore.  Joshua nearly died but I found strength in you. Your support helped me deal with the news and you even gave me the strength to investigate his case and get rid of the monster that mauled and crippled him. Not easy, I give you that. We reflected a lot on the things we lost over the years. I was scared and upset because I couldn't remember the faces and voices of my family. I felt that I was betraying them once again but you managed to comfort me. Sam reflected on how losing Charlie hurt you both, and how my obsession with finding and killing Pluto was driving you insane. I didn't make it easy on you, did I? You had to hear me cry for help, thinking I was about to die and I might as well have if Castiel had not found me. We had a rough year, Dean. We really did. 

But, we also had a good time. I love hunting with you. I love saving people and I fancy watching you work. It's always gratifying to see that our work matters. It's always such a big rush of adrenaline when we're together and we fight monsters. I love our job. I love that we have been given the tools to defeat evil and monsters and protect life. I love to spend time with you. I never get bored when we're together. I love snuggling against you. I love giving you my affection. I love singing songs, keeping you warm against me. I love taking care of you. Basically, I just love you. I love how comfortable we are when we're together. You cook breakfast for me, sometimes even dinner if we're at the bunker. I buy you pies when it's my turn to the grocery store, I buy you ugly aprons. We have our habits, and I love that. I love that we have a life together. Can you believe it, Dean? We have a life together. 

You told me once that we share one heart and while I agreed and understood somehow what you meant, I truly felt it recently. There is no "I" anymore. There is a "we". All of the decisions I make, I make them with us in mind. The future I imagine, it is ours. I cannot live without you, Dean. I can't, no matter how hard I try, I just can't live without you. That's all I want to remember at the end of the year. That you and I, we share one heart and I refuse to have it any other way. Our hearts have been broken so many times but we've always managed to stand back up and keep going. we've managed to build something together, something good, something true. we love each other and we are family. Team Free Will, and me. so yes, I count my blessings. I'm happy about the year we had together because it is ending as it has started: together."

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: Desire

Desire. 

"How long have you wanted to fuck my brother" Ada's crude words made Mary blush hard. Could she truly pinpoint the moment she felt desire for Tommy? It all became a blur after John's death, mostly because that led Mary and Tommy to share a bed that night. That led to them dealing with their grief the only way they knew how to, through sex. It didn't feel personal, mostly because it wasn't. Yet, Mary had been in love with him before that fateful day. The young woman could remember quite easily that following Grace's death, as soon as Tommy took her to his house, she started to see him in a different light. 

Mary's love and Mary's lust had not always been in harmony. Was it lust she felt first or was it, Love? She couldn't say and she didn't want to think about it. It didn't matter if she got flustered when their eyes met. It didn't matter if she could feel her chest heave up and down whenever he was close to her frame and she could feel the scent of tobacco, alcohol, and perhaps metal.  It didn't matter when. All that mattered was how intense that was. Ada sometimes joked with Mary about seeing her combust someday because of her frustration and the lack of attention her brother had. Truth be told, Ada wasn't so far off the truth. Mary did desire, Tommy. 

She spent countless nights vicariously trying to relieve the tension that had built up during the day. She tried to explore her body which was aching for the older man in ways only she knew. Her fingers were helpless. Her hunger for him was hopeless. She needed him. In the confines of her room, Mary begged Tommy to end her suffering and take her instead. She wanted him to take her with the passion she knew he had in him. She wanted him to punish her for the bad and unholy thoughts she had for the man during the day and at night.  It was in vain, for her hunger grew more intense as she tried to satisfy herself.  Her nights were spent with the vision of Tommy's chiseled face, and her hands tracing the lines of his cheeks. Her room allowed for her moans to echo through the walls while she tried to imagine it was him who was taking her and not her who was doing it to herself. 

She needed to hear him say her name, claim her body as his, marking her skin with his so everyone would know she was his. Her mind was driving Mary crazy, and her body was feverishly trying to cope with her desire for Tommy Shelby, but it was in vain. Mary was frustrated. She wanted to let her fingers run into his thick black locks. She wanted to moan his name, to let him know that he was making her feel good. She wanted to bite his shoulder as he would hit her sweetest spot. But there was more than just the flesh. She knew it. There was more than just a mere desire to fuck Tommy Shelby. She wanted to scream her love to him. 

Her words were stuck in her throat, ready to be said. "I love you, Tommy. I am in love with you Tommy. Do you understand?" she wished to tell him, green eyes upon blue ones, her breath against his skin. her heart beating fast in her ribcage. She wanted to let him know that she wanted him. a life with him. Life as his wife and the mother of his child. stepmother to be precise since she didn't want to replace Grace. She wanted to be made into an honorable married woman with children. she wanted Tommy's babies. Yet, her dreams and desires were lost somewhere in her mind. Her mouth forever shut down because she didn't want to rush into something that would break her heart. she didn't want to hurt herself with feelings he would reject. So she kept it at the tip of her tongue and held back.... held back... held back for now.  Ada knew, Polly, Arthur, hell, the whole world knew the truth that Tommy and Mary kept from each other and yet... yet... Mary wasn't sure about his feelings for her. She wasn't sure he wanted the same thing. She was afraid he might reject her. She was in limbo and they both knew it.

A vintage's touch: the Father and the Son

 The Father and the Son. 

The family she didn't dare claim out loud.

The Father and the Son.

The son lapsus reveals a more profound desire.

The Father's silence, hiding a truth untold.

Bearer of good news and of hidden fears.

An overwhelming silence she can't stand.

A love so intense, so pure yet kept away, 

for neither of them was ready to give in

Neither of them was willing to lose more.

The Father, the Son, and the dead mother. 

The Father, the Son, and the Step-Mother. 

The Husband, the wife, and their child.

Not picture-perfect, but not a lie either.

The Father, the Son, and a new Life.

both desired but didn't try to have.

Or so they thought."

Maya and Mary! Dear sister

 "Maya, 

I know you're away for the moment, living your best life and your white Christmas. I couldn't be happier than I am today. You. Happy. Smiling. Lighter. You needed that getaway. You needed that moment frozen in time, with just you and him and peace.  I can't believe that there is a "him". You, who always pushed people away because you were scared, yes you!  you let someone inside. You let him in your heart and I know that it's powerful. I know that it's genuine and I know that he feels the same way for you. This makes me happy, in ways I can't really express. 

I'm not going to bother you while you're away. You gave me your time the day before your trip. We shared a meal. We laughed. We lived in the moment. I lived in the moment and for the first time in a very long time, I felt alive. 

I was looking at you during our meal and I tried and tried so hard to tell you how I felt but words failed me. I just smiled at you, laughed at our terrible jokes, and enjoyed your warmth but I couldn't tell you. I didn't want to sour the moment. I didn't want to ruin the mood. Or maybe, I was a bit of a coward and couldn't tell you how I felt. 

This is weird. In a way, it is weird because you know me. You know me more than anyone else. I had lost everyone and everything before we met. I have been on my own for so long because fear crippled me. I was afraid for my life. I was afraid for the lives of people close to me, so it was best for me to keep to myself. Yet, I met you, and we bonded, and quickly enough all I wanted was to take care of you. 

I remember seeing you bruised and battered. I remember the long nights spent patching you up and listening to you. I was pleased to listen. I was happy to help. I was happy to protect you when needed. Gosh. I loved you from the moment I realized that we shared the same sense of humor. You were like me, bruised by life yet surviving, passionate and intense yet scared. I was scared to live. I was scared of life. I was so convinced that I didn't deserve to be happy and shouldn't allow myself to love again. Yet, I found you. My best friend. My sister. 

You know what you did for me? You took care of me. You wanted to know me. You saw me and I let out a big sigh of relief, one I didn't realize I was holding back after all these years. You made me peel the layers off of my heart and you made me feel comfortable with myself. You never judged me. you never mocked me. You protected me. I have never been able to see myself as someone who could be protected, or who deserved softness, and yet, you came and showed me I was wrong. 

You care for me. You love me. You mean everything to me because thanks to you, I got a newfound love for life. You make me want to have a future and you make me want to see you become happier. I wanted to tell you everything that night, to let you know that you were family to me. I wanted to let you know that I would do anything and I mean, anything, to protect you. I didn't want things to get sour, so I kept it to myself, but I would tell you someday. until then, I will show you. Until then, please enjoy your time out of town. Enjoy yourself."

December 2022

Let's finish the year beautifully. 

Let's shed our old skins and reveal our new ones. 

Let's forgive our enemies but not forget their evil deeds.

Let's bleed our griefs into the void for we will be reborn anew.

I am offering you my hand, 

Take it and let me lift you up. 

Take it, and let me protect you. 

Take it, and let's enter 2023 stronger than ever,

Together.

The end of 2022

 How to define 2022?

As usual, the wonderful art (and tradition) by the wonderful artist Lelia.  I fell in love with her art in 2011 and as soon as she started this tradition, I just embraced it all together :D  With this, of course, I always attached a little reflection on the year that passed and wishes for the year to come. 

Complex. Intense. Fulfilling...

I will start by wishing you the best holiday season to all of you.  I know that the year has been quite intense for some of you, quite fulfilling for others, and quite exciting as well. I can only hope that 2023 would sort things out in a positive way. I can only hope that you will keep on exploring and experimenting. I can only hope that you will keep on taking care of yourselves, your needs, your dreams, and your desires and for those who couldn't rest this year, I can wish you all the rest possible. I know it's a bit cheesy, but I really want you to have a better 2023, far better than 2022, and be much happier. 

Man, I thought 2021 would be the end of it, but then my dad was diagnosed with a serious illness that nearly took his life. Some friends still got that short end of the stick. Despite my good intentions, the holiday season at the end of 2021 was a nightmare because I thought I would lose my dad. I had to make some sacrifices I won't discuss here but, things looked bleak on my end. I am still hurting from the death of my friend Colleen and that only stressed me about losing my loved ones. 2022 was tough, honestly, I spent the whole year terrified and exhausted. Being the caretaker of my dad, while also ensuring that my sisters didn't burn out had been extremely challenging.  To make matters even worse, not only were we forced to move out of the house we rented (the owner wanted to sell it), but my twin sister got recently diagnosed with another serious illness that left me terrified of losing her too. So of course, the end of that year is spent packing, supervising visits to our house, and caring for my twin while she's still working. it's rough, but we take it one day after the other.  And I can only hope that the worst of it is behind us.

The year had not just been challenging. I count my blessings because I was able to have a very intense and positive year at a very personal level. My partner and I keep on strengthening our bond. I'm happy with him. I really am. I finished my first draft. Proofread it and will be ready to correct, translate and professionally edit the book come next year. It's something I never thought could happen. I have been working on the book for so long now and had to build everything from scratch,  I had doubts, hesitated, hated myself and cried and screamed, and tried to delete everything but in the end, I made it happen. I finished the first draft and I am motivated to keep on working on it and finally present to you a final product. This is extremely exciting and I feel grateful to have been able to get there. I count my blessings because I was able to travel more this year. I discovered Italy, the UK, and Greece, and returned to Belgium and some other places in France. I conquered my fear of planes, and I conquered my fear of the sea (and the cold sea at that) and that felt great. I swam at sea!!! 

I count my blessings because this had also been a year that tested my friendship with people. It helped me go deeper with some of them and cut ties with some others that were not positive for me. Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, if spending time with them or interacting with them in one way or another end up making you feel awful, then it's best to put an end to it.  I feel better, definitely better because of this. I felt privileged to share my friends' important moments and to be a friend to them to my best abilities.  I was able to meet new people, broaden my cycle of friends, to grow more comfortable in my skin. I still continue my therapy, still, take care of my mental health and still fuel my creativity.  It's been a really good year and I really loved it. I can only wish that the year to come, would top it off or be even better. 

I really hope that you will have a wonderful end of the year and that 2023 would treat you better. 

May

the boys: He was danger incarnate.

She knew she shouldn't trust his face. Something about him screamed danger. He was a dangerous man. He was so dangerous that he could snap at any moment and end her life. Sara had done everything she could to stay alive and lead a quiet life. She tried to stay out of trouble but TROUBLE came into her life like a car crash. 

Homelander. He was impossible. Impossible to beat, impossible to read, impossible to anticipate. He was DANGER incarnate, something that awoke a primordial fear inside her. he was terrifying and she could feel fear cling to her bones. She could feel fear cripple her (and alongside it, her breasts milk her shirts). She was scared he would hurt her because of something she'd do that wouldn't please him. 

Yet... yet... there was more to him than meets the eye. She could feel it. He was not the kind of man who would hurt those who cared for him. He wouldn't hurt people who would be honest with him. Heck, even his feud with Butcher didn't finish with him killing the bastard (no matter how many chances he got). So perhaps, he was longing for companionship? perhaps, he was like her, in some way? He wanted someone he could trust and who could care for him? Perhaps, he had depths and layers? She didn't know the truth about him. (the whole truth that is), but she knew enough to suspect that he was in pain and he was alone. so if she could provide him her company and compassion, maybe he would feel less lonely. Perhaps, she would feel less lonely. perhaps she wouldn't feel attracted to him in a way she couldn't comprehend yet. who knew? but DANGER himself? "

A vintage's touch: Archer and Mary

Archer was not in a hurry. As a matter of fact, he had all the time in the world since he had set his eyes on Mary Coulson and Tommy Shelby's Gin business. The business was fine. He was a business shark. He knew how to swim in troubled waters. Besides, he wouldn't have issues dealing with that gangster trash. After all, they were all out of their depths, and sooner or later they would make a mistake and he would punish them for it. Archer was not in a hurry. He would dethrone the King of Birmingham. He would ruin the man. 

What had caught his interest, however, was the woman Michael claimed was Tommy's lover. He had seen her in real life. he had seen her true beauty that even Michael undersold to him. He heard her voice, but he had not yet made a move toward her. It would have to wait until it was the right time. She seemed to spend most of her time alone, and she was vulnerable. Archer was a ladies' man and he knew how to charm the panties off of them.  Mary was slowly but surely driving him insane with lust. He lusted after her kindness. He lusted after the warmth she gave those orphan kids. He lusted after her rich and velvety voice that got every single part of his body to stand for attention. He lusted after her smile, those plump lips he wanted to kiss, those bright emerald eyes he wanted to look into. OH, he lusted after her curves. 

She was a saint, with the body of a sinner and he wanted to sin with her so much so that the thought had started to obsess him. He understood at this moment, why Michael was so hell-bent on stealing her from Tommy. How could a man like him notice someone like Mary? He wouldn't. he couldn't appreciate her beauty. He couldn't appreciate the voluptuous curves even if they were before him. He couldn't appreciate her dedication and he would definitely not know how to break her into submission. Archer was certain of that. Perhaps, stealing Mary was far more interesting than stealing his business. With Mary, the reward was even bigger and the pleasure he'd get from her was worth the trouble. The only thing Archer didn't know or didn't care to know was that Mary was not easily swayed. She was not just a pleasant face or an attractive body. She was a fierce soul. She was a strong soul. She was a loyal lover but more importantly, she had already given her heart to Tommy. Archie underestimated the woman and he would pay the price, but he didn't know it just yet. 

COPG: Life of Elpis: Primordial gods

Primordial gods were the first and most powerful beings to ever exist. They were the first gods, the originals. Gaea created mankind, as her first feat, thus paving the way for new gods to emerge. Through her, were born the Summerian Pantheon, the Greek one, the Indian one, the Orishas, and so on and so forth. Through Gaea were born the monotheist religions, those that celebrate and worship only one god.

Primordial gods were the first to exist, the most powerful beings and the most arrogant ones. When the last of them was born, a true love child of Khaos and Gaea, they got scared. When Elpis was born, they all felt the shift in the air as humans discovered Hope and accomplished feats through her sheer power. Her existence was a test of strength and loyalty. Her existence was a threat to the order that was already in place. So they kept her in metaphorical chains. 

All of that was for nothing because a simple encounter changed the course of history forever. She met Pride, the Sin of all Sins. She fell in love with him and that tiny little grain of salt froze the machine. they tried to keep her in chains but she found a way to set herself free. They ultimately betrayed her and cursed her to be forgotten by all and kept a prisoner in human vessels... but Pride found her. Her stubbornness freed her. Destiny couldn't be stopped. 

Today, Elpis was about to wage war with her kin. She was about to slaughter every single one of these traitors and she was going to her mother's crown and power. Today, Elpis was unstoppable and she would show the universe, why she was to be feared. Why she was to be revered. Why she was to be worshipped.

Klasma: He wasn't a lost cause.

He was a lost cause or so they said. A monster who wreaked havoc no matter where he went. Very few knew what tortured the Hybrid. Very few knew what he went through and how wounded his soul was. Nobody cared and nobody wanted to care.

 He was a lost cause, or so they said. They let anger take the best of them.  She did before she realized that being angry wasn't going to solve anything. It wasn't going to bring back what she lost. It wasn't going to heal her nor would it break the curse that was cast upon her. Being angry, being filled with hatred, that was bringing nothing of value to the witch. Just pain. Just despair. Just nightmares. 

So she chose to do something different. She chose to get to know him.  She chose to trust her guts and let her be a force of good instead. She wouldn't destroy but she would build. She wouldn't kill him, but she would show him compassion instead. She would treat him like she wished she were treated. She would see the man he was, before the hybrid. She would get to know Klaus. 

He wasn't a lost cause. 

He was misunderstood. 

He was lonely. 

He was in pain. 

and yes, that might not absolve him of all of his sins. That would not bring her family back. That would not unmake her curse but it would steer her in the right direction. It would turn things into something positive. It would be an act of Mercy. To whom? it was perhaps, an act of Mercy on her."

Doya: " Comfort, warmth, and playfulness"

comfort, warmth, and playfulness. 

Oya was all of this and some more. She was Dean's partner, his family, and his lover. She was the first sight he had in the morning and the last face he saw when he fell asleep. 

Comfort, warmth, playfulness

Oya was playful. Oh, she really was. Her stint with Pluto led her to realize just how eager she was to live. So she became even more playful. He didn't mind. Oh, why would he? Have you looked at her?  

Comfort, warmth, playfulness

Oya was Dean's anchor to this life. She was his very own family, the promise of a future that would not be so bleak. She reminded him that there was still good on Earth. She taught him that he could be loved and that he was wanted and needed. She taught him that he could have the life he wanted.

He could have it with her. 

Oh, yes.. he could. and he would. 

got modern: she was nervous.

Bäahal was nervous. It wasn't a big deal, not a big nervous break, no. Not like that. She was nervous because she wanted to tell Jaime how she felt about him. She had already done that in the past, during a dance with her former fiancé, in the comfort of his flat. She whispered to his ear while he had nuzzled her neck "Elias...I just want you to know that I am in love with you." That was simple, no theatrics, no preparation. It was spontaneous. 

With Jaime, it was something that had lingered on her mind for a while now. Two Christmas ago, the heiress knew that she was in love with the older Lannister. She was desperately, hopelessly, deeply in love with him but didn't know if she could say those words just yet. It wasn't because she was afraid of saying them -well, kind of-, it was because she didn't want him to add troubles to his plate. She was a Targaryen and he was a Lannister. He was older than her and given the stupid mentality of some of the wealthy kids she spent her time with, it could cause some backlash. She was terrified of his father and didn't know how her siblings would react to the news...

Yet, yet, she loved him. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him and she would. The best way to do it was to let it come naturally. So she would try not to think too hard about it, yet.. yet, her heart was flustered. Her heart was beating fast. She was nervous. She was in love."

Got regular: Dreading

"Bäahal was dreading the final decision of her sister. Everything had been said and done, and the only thing that the princess could do was wait. It should have been something easy, hadn't she been waiting most of her life? Hadn't she been buying time until she could seize the perfect opportunity to set herself free? Why was it different this time? 

The silver princess knew that the decision Daenerys was to make would change her future. Should she deny them,  Jaime would never be able to stay near Bäahal. He would never be able to run his hand through her hair, press his lips to hers, or hold her in his arms. He would never be able to have a second chance at love. Should Dany deny them, Bâahal would never be able to explore her feelings for a man. She would never be able to know what true love was, nor that she deserved to have it.

 Should she deny them, the princess would put duty before herself. She would be.... oh she would be unhappy...Yet, there was hope to keep. Her sister could approve. She could embrace them and they would finally, oh finally be together. Bäahal was eager to experience it. She wanted to know what Love was. She tried to let the whole world know about her feelings for the Knight. She wanted to build something for herself, a family. she wanted to make a family with Jaime and nobody else.  Waiting... that was the only thing she could do. 

Short short, Christmas edition

"We don't celebrate Christmas. How could we when it brings us back to painful memories? How could we when it reminds us of what we've lost over the years? Those are deep wounds that cannot be closed, a pain that cannot be soothed, a hole that keeps on being dug. I don't remember the sound of my parent's voices. I still can recall my brother's, but it's becoming more and more distant. I still remember their faces, but it's becoming more and more blurry.  So we don't celebrate. Instead, we work together. We love each other, we fuck each other, we save people and we hunt monsters. That's what we want, that's what we need.  geez! I love it. I'm happy."

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Bäahal didn't like winter. It wasn't just the cold that she couldn't stand. It wasn't just the fact she had to wear layers and layers of fabric in order to keep herself warm. It was the fact everything was white. Everything was cold. Everything was dead. It reminded her of her mother whose skin was so white that it almost looked like snow (due to her albinism). It reminded of her what she had lost. Of the gentleness of her mother and the warmth she always gave her daughter. It reminded her of the sacrifices Sunni did, in order to protect her child from danger. Her mother took all the risks for Bäahal, and the weather played a role in bringing the young woman the morns. Bäahal didn't like winter. She didn't like the grief she felt because she couldn't tell her mother just how far she's come. She couldn't tell her mother how happier she was, and that frustration, coupled with the fact she was missing her mother was unbearable. 

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(Mary TVD): 

"Samain? I always manage to honor the holiday despite not being able to connect to my fellow witches or my ancestors. I still do it, on my own, in a way to keep my sanity. I am a witch. I have not betrayed my faith, my coven, or my sisters but still... I feel empty. I feel lonely. I feel....frustrated. There were days when honoring my heritage was welcomed. It was comforting. I felt like myself again. I didn't need to have sisters by my side to complete the rituals, I learned how to do it by myself. There were days, however, when it felt pathetic and disgusting and it made me angry. It made me so angry that I couldn't complete it. I just...It's just.....Ah! Samain....I always manage to honor it. but I'm tired as shit to be celebrating alone."

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(Soa)

"I don't really celebrate Christmas. what's the point in reminding myself that I have no family left? What's the point in reminding myself that I could so easily slip up into my old drinking habits? It's miserable, it's shitty. it's so grim that I'd rather not celebrate the holidays. Yeah... or maybe... Maybe I could just work, make some cookies or something... pretend I care just so I could eat something nice. eh.... still sounds pathetic. I'd rather not celebrate the holidays at all. so Guess who's gonna work instead? this girl!"

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(PB)

"Christmas? It was one of Mary's favorite days. She could care for her loved ones, especially children. She always made sure that the children of the Grace Shelby Institute were well-treated, cared for, and spoiled for the holidays to come. She remembered her own time at the orphanage when the cruel nurses would make sure that she didn't get any present under their watch. Mary witnessed them repurpose her gifts and claim them for the Orphanage or, even worse, take them off of her hands to give them to other children.  That left a deep scar in her heart and the woman swore she would always make sure that the children under her care would never have to go through such cruel treatment. 

Aside from the orphans, Mary was even more excited to share it with the family. She always got involved in preparing for the holidays; She would assist Frances in the kitchen, she would tend to the kids, she would help Ada, care for Charlie, and support (with some success and some failure) Arthur in his attempt not to get shitfaced...She would feel at home. Mary was looking forward to celebrating the holidays with those she loved as her family. She was looking forward to seeing one particular person with a smile on his face. This would be a Christmas present, to see Tommy smile. To watch him enjoy the presence of those he loved, to have him stop and breathe... live... and love."

A vintage's touch: the honorary Shelby

"Tommy was the only one who could make Mary laugh. They all have noticed it. Mary was very private with her emotions, perhaps, a habit she took from growing up at the orphanage. Her face was closed off and hard to read, but there were moments when it became easy. Usually, her face lit up when Charlie was around. Her nurturing nature made her care for the child, acting like a mother to him.  Her face lit up even more when Tommy was here. When they were alone together. 

When they were alone, something shifted in the air. Suddenly there was no stress, no duties, and no more obligations; There were just the two of them and their wild emotions. The air was thick, laced with unsaid words and unchecked feelings. The air was thick, filled with love, the one they had for each other. Filled with regrets and fear. Filled with devotion and loyalty. They loved each other but they weren't ready to express it just yet. but he could see it. The family could see it. He was the only one who could make her laugh. He was the only one who could touch her heart."

Klasma: She wasn't a hypocrite

(mary TVD)

"Mary wasn't a hypocrite. She knew all too well the thrill of taking someone's life for what she called "good reasons". She was, after all, the Monster among them. A cursed witch whose fate was to be hunted down and killed by every single living creature. She had no kin, so to speak, as the witches had forsaken her, the vampires were her natural enemies, the werewolves could smell her at a distance and humans were natural enemies of her kind. 

Mary wasn't a hypocrite. She couldn't blame Klaus for wanting to kill his enemies. She would even gladly protect him if push comes to shove. however, she couldn't allow him to go on a rampage. She couldn't allow him to lose himself, not when he was barely hanging on a thread.  Klaus was a multilayered being. that much, Mary knew because he was her kin. She knew how much pain he was in. She knew how much anger, disappointment, sadness, and self-loathing he felt because she felt the same.  So she would try to protect him. She would do anything to protect him. She loved him."

soa: my Home

(Soa)

"I found myself, in the least likely place to find it. I found myself when I made friends. I found myself when I settled and decided that from now on, Charming was my home. I found myself when I stopped running away from my emotions. I had to go through pain.  When people asked me while I used to drink myself to sleep. How could I tell them that it was a way for me to numb my pain? 

When I was drunk, I wasn't suffering anymore. I didn't remember the pain Oscar caused me. The sting of his punches. the bruises on my arms, and my legs that I had to hide. The blood on my scalp from his nails grazing my skin. I couldn't remember his tears after he had hurt me, or his cracking voice as he tried to apologize to me. He didn't mean his words. He just wanted to keep me under his control. 

When I was drunk. I didn't have to relive my trauma. Suddenly, he wasn't hurting me anymore. Suddenly, I wasn't crying in a puddle of my blood anymore. Suddenly, I forgot the sound of his voice or the features of his face. I didn't remember how he smelled, or why it was my fault. When I was drunk....when I was drunk... But I am not drunk anymore. I am free. I found myself again. I found myself again.....and I'll be damned if I got lost again."

COPG: Revenge on my mind

(Elpis) 

"Revenge had been on my mind for as long as I can remember. I guess that seeing my brother betray me the way he did, broke my heart into thousand pieces. I wanted to destroy him, and the whole pantheon for what they did to me. I wanted to destroy everything for everything I have lost.

I almost gambled on my ability to scratch the seal that kept me trapped in human beings. I held onto my promise to see Pride again, but even then, I wasn't sure I would find the one I left behind.  I was right, he was different. He had been unmade by Hades and remade into a new being. A new one. A different one...

Revenge was still on my mind. I still was getting ready to take my rightful place in this universe, yes. But Revenge wasn't the only thing now. I wanted to build my life with my Beloved. I wanted to see us seated on our thrones. I wanted to see a crown on top of his head. I wanted the world to acknowledge him as the rightful emperor of the universe. 

I am the goddess of Hope and  Light. I am hell-bent on destroying the pantheon but I am also a goddess in love. Have you ever felt it?  the overwhelming need to care, love, and support your significant other? Have you ever felt it? Your blood boiling at the thought something could happen to him.  I am His and he is mine. I am his protector and he protects me. We are two sides of the same coin, with a shared ambition and a shared love for each other."

Doya: I love you

"Love is the most powerful spell there is. A spell that is so powerful that it is said to be able to protect the loved one from death. In truth, Love cannot prevent you from dying. No matter how much I want it. Love can't protect you from everything, no matter how much I want to protect you. 

Love... I never thought that I could ever fall in love again. Years ago, I believed that my life would end once the Asanbosam was killed. I was reckless, and I felt that I couldn't be loved or understood. I felt lonely, vindictive, and empty. But I met you and you, Dean. I met you and my whole life took a turn I didn't anticipate.  I fell in love. I fell in love with you, with the life that you and I built together. I fell in love with our family. I fell in love with our lives. 

I grew as a person by your side. I became comfortable as a woman, as a hunter, as a friend, and as a lover. I became comfortable with my scars. I became comfortable with our routine, our little rituals, and the little things we do for each other. you're part of my life, Dean,  now and forever. you're part of my life and I cannot imagine it without you.  I love you and our life together. I love you, so much...so..much."

GoT short: Don't let me fool you

 "Don't let the smile fool you. Don't let my strength convince you that I do not need to be comforted. Do not let my ability to endure a lot of pain, blind you from the truth. The truth is that I am afraid. The truth is that I am sometimes exhausted. The truth is, I need to be held in your arms. I need to feel safe. I need... I need you.

I guess I never really wanted to admit it before, but the truth is that there are days when I do not want to be the Dragon Princess anymore. There are days when I don't want to carry the world on my shoulders and pretend that I am fine or strong or anything that would deprive me of your comfort. I am afraid. I am worried. I am exhausted, that is the truth.

Don't let my joy mask the truth from your eyes. Don't let my voice fool you into thinking I am in control. Don't let my words convince you that I can endure this life without you. I can't. I love you. I love you and I want to scream it at the top of my lungs. I want to tell you the words in the warm confines of our bedroom. I want to lace my fingers with yours just so you could feel my heartbeats go harder. I am hopelessly in love with you and I am afraid it would come to an end someday.

So please.... please... Don't let me fool you into thinking I can do this without you. Please, please, hold me in your arms and tell me you love me too."