A vintage's touch: Another man

 // This is a little snippet I couldn't take off of my mind. It's just something

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Cerulean eyes set upon Mary as she rushed into his office. She heard about the commotion that took place hours ago and how restless Tommy had been ever since. Lizzie had tried to calm him but he refused to listen to her.  She reluctantly called for Mary to come to the office in order to calm Tommy and waited in the office. She smoked and felt relieved when the nurse came to the office. Polly usually got a good response from the man but she wasn't in the office. Lizzie had burned the bridge that linked each other when she slapped Mary out of frustration and Jealousy, so he wouldn't listen to her. Mary however, he listened to her. He let her get closer to him. The nurse thanked Lizzie upon arriving and rushed to Tommy's office where he was walking in cycle, a cigarette in hand. She sighed and removed her coat she put on the chair.  Tommy saw her, but didn't move from his spot. He observed the young woman. He watched as she quickly closed the distance between the two of them. 

"Are you hurt?" -She asked, her eyes studying his face to notice the slightest change. Mary couldn't do otherwise, she was a trained nurse, she had to look after the people she cared about. Tommy knew and let her do but he remained silent.- "Tom..."

Mary noticed the scratches, the coldness of his hands which meant that he recently washed them clean. She noticed the cuts on his fingers and the slight slump on his chest. A bruise maybe. She would have to take a better look when they would be alone in their room. By the looks of it, Tommy had a fight. He dismissed her concern and went to fetch himself a glass of whiskey. Mary furrowed her brows and walked towards the chair in front of his desk. She sat there and crossed her legs. Tommy followed her with his intense gaze. He knew all too well why she was there. Lizzie had called her in, in order to calm him down. She did right. The sight of Mary softened his features. 

"Come... Have a seat and tell me what happened."

"You wouldn't like it." -He protested but still complied to her request.- 

As he sat down, he put both arms on his lap and lowered his head. HOw could he look at this woman, this kind and innocent woman and tell her that he had killed a man? How could he confess that he had to do so because Alfie told him that she wasn't safe because some right-wingers had noticed she was the nurse of the Grace Shelby Institute and they were planning an attack on the woman. Their main goal was to kill her but if she ended up wounded and disabled, then they would have been happy. Alfie had been kind enough to share the information because he knew how important Mary was to Tommy. While many couldn't read the man, plenty have realized that he was, indeed, in love with this woman and would not take it kindly if someone ever threatened her, spoke ill of her, let alone uttered racial slurs at her. 

The Peaky Blinders paid a visit to the group. They advised them to stay clear from the Grace Shelby Institute and not to bring their hatred to their turfs. They played it nicely, pretended to be on the same page as the Peakys but deep down, they were working towards hurting Mary and anyone who would try and protect her. It didn't take long for Arthur to discover they were planning to attack in a few nights, Mary, first choosing to bomb the place but then switching plan to something that would only hurt the woman. A kidnapping and some torture. Who was she anyway? Who would miss her, right? The Peakys managed to break the minds of the would-be murderers  and beat them so badly they would always remember why they found themselves in such a situation. They let them go, all but the leader. Tommy had to know if there were more who were after Mary, so he started to talk to him, he was the one who threatened and broke this man's face. He was the one who let him know he was nothing but scum in this world.  Once he was sure that they were the only group after Mary, he was let go. 

This should have been his chance to live, but he chose violence instead. He chose to try and shoot at Tommy. Arthur was too far to intervene, Tommy managed to avoid the bullet, but that was enough to make him see red. his head went hot white and a shoot out started between the two men.  Quickly enough, Tommy managed to hit him in the chest. He walked closer to the man and shot him in the face, ensuring his death. That had traumatized him. The ambush, the shootout, the death. That had brought back memories of the war and he had not been able to calm down ever since. Instead, his hands were shaking. His face was parched, his features were tense. Mary noticed the unfocused gaze and then his hands. 

"Try me." -She whispered, pushing her chair closer to him-

"I got the shivers. I killed a man today. I didn't want to.  I didn't want to, but I ended up killing him. I've got shivers...i've got..."

"It's okay. It's okay...I'm here." -She gently interlaced her fingers with his and kneeled in front of him. She pressed her lips to his shaky hands and  slowly cupped his cheek. He felt her warmth and that slowly brought him back to the moment, to her.- "I'm here, Tommy. What you did, whatever you did, I know you did it for something good." -She stroked his cheek gently and pressed her lips to the back of his hand. "You didn't have a choice, they were trying to kill you." -She repeated. her warm cheek pressed to his colder skin."I am so sorry it came to it. Tommy...I'm sorry you had to do it again. I'm sorry you had to remember." 

She then stood up slowly, catching his attention so he would look at her again. Warmth. He felt warmth in his heart. Mary's gentleness felt like forgiveness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her fingers through the thick black locks of his head. In the darkness he found his light. He found her, bright and warm in a way he had never seen a person be. Tommy was able to find some peace with Grace, but somehow he had always kept her away from his heart and the truth of his actions. He had never felt comfortable like he did tonight. He had never felt like he  could be fully himself, with a woman who knew everything about him and was still standing with him. He held her as tight as he could, making sure that she would not leave and they stayed like this in silence, until Tommy was ready to leave his office and come home. 

-TBC-

Klasma: third encounter with Elijah

 // Because they keep on running into each other. This time, maybe they'll be able to hold a conversation.

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Mary's eyes grew wide open as she felt the familiar supernatural presence enter her shop. She was at the store's reserve, looking for the ingredients that would serve in her new unguent when she felt Elijah's presence. Her golden eyes shifted from left to right as she was wondering how she could react to his visit. The last two had not ended well, with her lashing out at the Original and him being his usual stiff vampire self. She moistened her lips and put her hand on the wall in front of her. She couldn't end all of their interactions the same way. Elijah would always return and she couldn't bring Elena's gang's attention to her. Damon had already come to her twice and he discovered her true nature almost by accident. It was already difficult to keep people at a distance, it would become even more difficult to deal with a vampire, and one of the worst of them at that. 

Mary was petrified. She didn't want to see  Elijah because she knew their conversation would always hurt her. He did apologize for his shortcomings and wished to rekindle his relationship with the witch. Was it the reason that led him to her shop again? Mary wasn't sure. Her eyes shifted from left to right and she put her warm palm around her lips. She felt him enter the reserve but didn't flinch as he closed the distance between the two of them. A flick of her wrist closed the door behind him but she didn't turn around to face him. Tension arose and the witch became stiff. Elijah cleared his throat and  adjusted his necktie. Mary tilted her head to the side, her heavy pink locks fell onto her chest and her fingers fidgeted with her dress.

"Mary..." -He tried to move closer but she shook her head-

"Don't... please. Don't come closer." -She pleaded with him, still not looking at her old friend.- "Just say your piece.and leave."

"Are you still angry at me?" -He asked with a softer tone. She shook her head and ran her hand over her arm-

"I am not mad anymore. You realized the pain you caused me. I have made my peace with the past."

"Have you? Mary..." -She shushed him by lifting a finger up. She didn't want to dwell on their past, not after it took her so long to move forward. Elijah did admit his wrongs. Mary didn't want to be hurt again and she didn't want to open fresh scars.- "mmhh."

"I am not mad at you, however it still hurts me to see you. So, I'll ask you a question: What do you need this time?"

That hurt. Elijah bit his inner cheek and put his fingers on his chin. He hated the feeling it gave him. The Witch didn't see a friend in him anymore, however, she repeated back to his face his old behaviour. He shouldn't feel guilty, perhaps he wasn't even feeling guilty, but the Original didn't like his image. He didn't like to see his mistakes nor the disdain in the way she spoke to him. yet, once again, she was right. He came to her because he needed her help but asking for it now felt.. wrong. 

"I just need to talk to you. I did have something I wanted to request from you but now that I see you again? I just want to talk."

"We've never talked before. I am not sure you're interested in talking to me, Elijah." -She sonded resigned. Mary sighed and held her arms together.- "Elijah, listen. I know you're worried about Klaus and so am I. Yet, I trust that if he needed help, I would have felt it. What happened between Klaus and I is only for us. However, I can tell you that we are close and I have his best interest at heart."

"I believe you. I know you're not going to hurt my brother. I never thought you would. I --- I wanted to warn you about him. I wanted to let you know that he could hurt you, even if he doesn't mean to. It's not my place to try and tell you what you do."- She turned around to look at him and crossed her arms above her chest.-

"I know who he is. I know him, Elijah, far more than you think I do. I am not expecting something impossible from him. I know who he is." -She furrowed her brows and rubbed her arms a little harder- "You didn't possibly come all this way just to warn me about your brother." -He shook his head- "You didn't come here to apologize again." -He nodded.- "Then... why are you here?"

"I wanted to ask you for dinner. I wanted to have a chance to make things right. Is it... something you'd like to do?"

She nodded and put her hand over her chest. Elijah gave her a faint smile and quietly walked away from her shop. She was giving her a chance to make things right and that was warming his heart. Perhaps, something good could come out of it. Perhaps, a friendship. A real one. 

-TBC-

got Regular: Yearning

 // It's a little hawt, sorry, not sorry. 

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The Red Keep, past noon. 

The princess had been debating with herself whether or not she should leave her bedroom. She had wanted to welcome Jaime Lannister after all those weeks spent apart from each other. She knew that if she knocked at the door and if he let her in, she would never be able to leave his room. She gasped softly, as the face of Jaime crossed her thoughts. She focused on his smile, the one that always dissolved her resolve. She couldn't help but daydream about his smile, an endearing smile, a charming smile that sent a shiver down her spine.  She always started by imagining his smile, then what his mouth could do to her. It always gave her goosebumps, to imagine Jaime nibbling on her neck. She could feel her lips tremble at the sensation of his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, her belly, and her inner thighs.  the thought made her moan softly and put her warm palm against the door. 

The princess and the Golden Lion had only shared a kiss. They had never gone further, not even when they were sleeping on the same bed together. Jaime wanted to do things properly, he wanted to earn the right to be with the princess and do anything in his power, so it wouldn't happen. They wouldn't consummate their love, which was leaving Bäahal yearning for his touch. The princess admitted to herself that sometimes, she imagined him in between her legs, putting his mouth to work the best way he could. She imagined he would want her to be ready for him. He would want to have a state of her and to make it happen, he would lick her sensitive folds, tease her sensitive button and praise her. his voice would rumble and send vibrations through her skin, and she would moan again.

Bäahal had always hated sex. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't given the opportunity to appreciate it. All the men in her life had always taken all they wanted from her, regardless of what she wanted or desired. They took and left her on her own, wrapped in her own shame and disgust. She learned to make it less painful, to tame and retain control of her body and what she wanted to take and do. Bäahal had always hated it and she found relief as soon as she set herself free. She had hated it until she met with Jaime.  Since their first kiss, the woman couldn't stop thinking about him. She could feel her blood boiling whenever she thought of him. She wanted it from Jaime. She craved it from Jaime. She craved him. 

The princess pinched her lips together and tried to stop herself from panting. How could she? When Jaime was so close to her? She knew that if she opened her door and went to his, she would want to feel more than his mouth. She would want to see his emerald eyes focused on her face as he would slide his fingers inside her. she could hear his groans and moans. She could feel the strong and calloused digits of his tease the soft and wet walls. She wanted him to marvel at her taste. She wanted to hear his praises, his desire, oh she wanted to hear him claim his love for her and his desire to fill her with it. Jaime would drive her to her climax, something she had managed to discover by herself. He would make her hunger for him get stronger, so much so that his fingers would not be enough. 

His fingers would never be enough just like hers couldn't satisfy her anymore. The princess had tried. She had tried so many nights to no avail. Just now her fingers were glistening with her juices, her impatient love juices. She had wanted to get rid of the tension that grew from the moment she saw him return from his mission. It failed because instead of calming her desires, it only fanned the flames of Eros. She had never seen Jaime naked, but by the seven gods, had she wished she did. She could only let her imagination run wild, replace herself with his length, try and imagine with what she had experienced before, how it could be turned into pleasure. She wanted to hold his cheeks with both of her hands and stare at him as he would claim her body. She wanted to kiss his skin, no matter where just to let him know how much she loved him. She wanted to run her fingers through his blonde locks and massage his scalp while he would make her his. 

Was she greedy? Was she able to stop thinking about it? Bäahal wasn't sure she could nor that she wanted. She knew that exciting her imagination would make it difficult for her to stop, but it was way too late now. It had been years. It had been years since they first met and passion was overwhelming her. She groaned, hitting her door as she wanted to stop herself from opening the door but Bäahal had to admit that she couldn't. She had to open the door. She had to see him. Daenerys be damned. Punishment be damned. She was craving Jaime and she didn't want to wait any longer. She had to see him. She had to see him. So she opened the door and crossed the hall until she found Jaime's door. A soft knock on the door followed by the following sentence. 

"Jaime. Jaime, open the door. "

-TBC-

got modern: Are you ready?

 // Just a little moment between Bäahal and herself. is she ready for public attention? 

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Bäahal was lying on the bed, her face staring at her bedroom ceiling. Just moments ago she had been with Jaime Lannister, all cuddled up on his couch so they could watch a movie together. the moment was soft, warm, and desperately needed for the two of them. Jaime was dealing with Cersei's marital issues -mostly just listening to her and giving her some piece of advice- and he had to deal with even more business meetings since it was nearly the end of the fiscal year.  Bäahal, on the other hand, had to deal with a very nasty relative who had tried to destroy her family's reputation and the legacy of her father. For the first time in a long while, the three siblings managed to get along together but the rumors that went on, especially about Bäahal, ended up hurting the young woman. So she found herself needing comfort. Jaime had obliged her and had welcomed the young woman in his arms for the weekend. 

Jaime Lannister...It became clear that Bäahal had been longing for the two of them to come clean and be out in public. She slowly started to get impatient to take him out to dinner, or to any of her dance competitions. She wanted to share her life, without thinking twice about what she could do and what she couldn't do. Bäahal ran her hands through her silver locks and closed her eyes. Jaime was... Jaime had a violent streak she had not suspected he had. She already went through a very jealous Jaime, who didn't like the fact Bronn called him to tell all of his raunchy thoughts about the heiress. He had stopped talking to her and waited until a couple weeks to answer her text.  That already hurt. The Lannister had a sharp tongue too, one she couldn't forget about because his words cut deeply.

That was okay. She could handle him. What she had not anticipated, however, was Jaime's potential for violence. After she narrowly escaped an assault at a party, Jaime decided to beat the senses back into that man. He went to see him a couple days after. The conversation turned into confrontation and Jaime came back with his fists soaked in blood and blood stains on his shirt. Bäahal was horrified, mostly because she realized how hot-headed Jaime was and how he could get into trouble because he acted before thinking. He could have gotten injured, maybe something worse but more than anything, the level of anger he unleashed that day had been unheard of. 

She was scared, for a while. Memories of her own abuse at the hands of her brother came back. She remembered when he would lash out at her and beat the living crap out of her and flashes of her own blood on his fists, on the floor, on her clothes came back. Could Jaime be violent with her? Could he lose his temper one day and hit her like he did that man? Jaime realized that she was scared, both for him and because of him, so he quickly tried to reassure her. He had washed his arms, changed his clothes, and cleaned his face. he had talked to her, most of the night just so she could see that he wouldn't hurt her. He lost his temper, yes, he lost it because someone had tried to hurt her and he wasn't there to protect her. He loved her, and because he did, he had to make sure that this creep would never hurt her again.  

That was okay. She could work with it. Jaime was a hothead. He was impulsive, but he was loving. He cared for her. He loved her and she found comfort in knowing that. She loved him too and she didn't mind this personality trait. After all, weren't they all flawed individuals? He didn't kill that man and he wasn't out for blood, so she was alright. She bit her bottom lip and ran her hands over her face. She wanted Jaime. She loved him with all of her heart and she felt she was ready to go public with him. At least, in her heart. He asked her to keep things for themselves for the time being because Tywin wouldn't let up. He wouldn't approve of this relationship nor would Daenerys and Viserys approve of it. Maybe it was a good thing to keep to themselves for the time being. 

Maybe...

-TBC-

Doya: Sam and Oya: Comfort

/// I miss these two idiots. So here you are, some siblings' shenanigans. 

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Sam was busy reading one of Oya's spellbooks. He had taken a liking to discover new cultures and since he was not well-versed in African spells and teratology, he wanted to learn. He looked at his phone and noticed that he had received a lovely text from Eilein, his girlfriend -could they even consider each other as such?-. He couldn't help but smile upon reading her name and did not notice Oya who snuck up on him and sat on the couch he was laying at. He groaned as the young woman pulled the book off of his hands and rolled his eyes as she gave him a sheepish look. 

"What are you doing, Gremlin?" -She gently ran her hand over his arm.- "What??"

"I'm bothering you. Bookworm." -She giggled before her hazel eyes set upon the phone.- "Is that Eileen? Did she text you? Would you see her soon?"

"Oya. You're asking way too many questions." -She shrugged and crossed her arms above her chest. - "Don't sulk, please."

"I'm not sulking. I haven't seen you in a while so I was curious, Sammy." -She said, smiling warmly. The book was closed and put on her lap for the time being. - "I see you've been reading my spellbook. Anything nice in there?"

"You know I love learning new spells. There is plenty to learn here." -He smiled at her and gently patted her back.- "It's true we haven't seen each other in a while. I know you're busy working with my brother."

"That doesn't mean I can't have time for you, Sam. I have missed you. I have missed spending time with you and Castiel at the bunker."

"Work never stops, now, does it?" -He asked but it was a rhetorical question. There were always monsters to stop, demons and angels to stop, and sometimes humans as well. Earth was their playground and hunters were doing their best to save as many souls as they could. Oya shook her head and sucked on her bottom lip.- "O. Can I ask you a question?" -She nodded- "Okay... I just... I wanted to... How do you deal with hunting with Dean? Aren't you scared that something might happen to him?"

The question had the hunter freeze. She blinked several times and chewed at her bottom lip. As a matter of fact, Oya had been paranoid about losing Dean. She knew she would do anything to protect him and the rest of the family with all she had. So far, she had been the one who nearly died, twice and they always came to her rescue. Yet, Dean was known for striking deals with demons, pairing himself up with backstabbing bitches who would not hesitate to manipulate his desire to save his family and the world and use it against Dean. So, Oya took it upon herself to watch him, guide him, and comfort him when they were hunting together.  The young woman put her hand over her heart, feeling it beat faster than usual and she sighed deeply.

"I am always scared, Sammy. I've never realized how scared of losing him I was until I was attacked by Pluto."

"What makes you...keep hunting with him then?"

"Can the world exist without the sun?" -She replied with a grin and patted her heart with her warm palm.- "We both take the risk to die every single day when we step out of the bunker to work on a case. Death is part of Life and we cannot avoid it. We just have to live. I want to have as many memories as I can with him and I want him to have as many memories with me as possible. I want us to live, Sammy and I know that you want Eileen to live as well." -She gently smiled at him and leaned her cheek against her shoulders as she looked at the younger Winchester-

Sam blushed hard but shrugged as he looked at his phone. Oya had caught him red-handed. Of course, he was seeing Eileen but both were considering whether or not they should take their relationship to another level, and make it a serious one. Sam had lost a lot of people in his life, especially the ones he loved. Could he really take the risk to lose yet another lover? He loved Eileen and it seemed to be something far more intense and far more serious than his previous relationship. They were both kind souls who wanted to save as many people as possible. They had been through a lot, in ways that only Eileen could understand. Of course, she did not know about his time in Hell, the whole "true vessel of Lucifer" story but she knew how it felt to be different. She could relate to him in ways very few could. Besides, she was very appreciated by his brother and Oya almost gave her blessings to Sam. So what was holding him back? 

"I don't think I could handle losing someone else. O. It's been difficult when we thought we were losing you. I don't think I could." -She cupped his cheek and stroked it gently. his eyes grew wide but he leaned into her touch. "O..."

"You will always care for her like you will always care for us. Whether you hunt with her or not, you will always worry for her. So that argument is a little moot, don't you think?" -He sighed but didn't reply- "Besides...I told you that I want us to live. Sam, you've been denying yourself the right to be happy for far too long. After all, you've been through, don't you think that it would be good for you to be loved and to have someone to love? Eileen is a good person, and you are a good person... Dean and I both love her so... what's holding you back?"

"I don't know. I don't want to hurt her and I don't want to lose her. I... I want to protect her but she can handle herself very well, so...I don't..."

"You can have her back. That's what you do. You have her back like Dean has mine. He trusts me. He believes in me and more importantly, we look after each other. The same fear that Dean carries in his heart, I carry with me, so of course, I would always be careful when he's around. There is... something I can't quite describe when you live and work with someone who does the same job as you. It's freeing, Sammy. It's freeing to be with someone who can understand you. Don't run away from Love. Don't...run away from Life." -She repeated while she stroked his cheek with her thumb one last time before she removed her hand and put it back on her lap-

Sam listened to her words and strangely enough, found comfort in them. Oya was right. They had to live their lives. As the younger Winchester was considering Oya's words, he realized that he had been sacrificing himself most of his life. He didn't have a normal childhood, and he couldn't have normal relationships because the women he loved ended up dying. Sam wanted to have a family. He wanted to find a companion who could understand and respect his line of work, someone who would know what it was to be devoted to the work and who wouldn't ask him to choose between a white-picket-fenced life and the life of a hunter. He smiled at Oya and gave her his most sheepish smile. 

"You're right. I will write back to her. She's been asking me to hunt with her but I have always pushed it back. I really want it to work, you know? I want to have what you and Dean have. I've never seen my brother happy like this before and yet since he's met you, he is himself. Since he met you... He is happy. I want the same." -She nodded and crossed her legs together.-

"You deserve this and even more, Sammy.... remember, you're never alone and if you need support, you can always text me or give me a call." -She grinned widely and giggled.- "I can't believe I've just suggested becoming your wingman, but I totally wanna be your wingman now."

"Get outta there!" -Sammy was now red, blushing hard as the prospect of having a wingman, especially Oya was making him feel like a teenager again. "I know how to flirt. but.... I'll make sure to talk to you if I need anything. I promise."

Oya smiled at him and gently nestled on the couch next to him. She opened the spellbook and pointed at her favorite spell. They talked about magic for a while, then she encouraged him to write to Eileen before the hunter fell asleep next to Sam. He looked at her as her breathing became steady and her features relaxed.  She really was cute when she was sleeping. He called Dean to come and pick up his girl because he couldn't move from the couch and then resumed reading the book. The conversation they just had made Sam feel warm inside. Oya never let up. It was only fair for him to expect her to keep pushing until he was convinced to text that woman. He couldn't be mad at Oya, he just couldn't.

-TBC-

GoT: The heiress and the playboy

The heiress had been thinking about her relationship with Jaime. She knew that if she asked, he would go public. He would not hesitate to claim his love for her and call her his girlfriend. However, she was still trying to figure out if she was ready. 

She loved everything about him but there was a side of him that she had not completely grasped. Jaime was impulsive, which sometimes could make him do violently stupid things. he did punch into a pulp the man who tried to assault her. She saw him with his fists soaked with blood. And he scared her that night. 

He scared her because she knew he could get hurt or kill someone.  Was she ready to put him in a situation where he would act impulsively? Was she ready to put him in danger? Why was she seeing this situation like this? like she was the issue?

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Builder

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Builder

// She's talking to me, so I'm letting her speak.

Ayasha fell to her knees. She was sweating profusely as the heat in the forge was intense. her blonde locks were stuck on her face and her back and big drops of sweat fell onto her fists. Her green eyes were glowing brightly as she was excited about the weapon she'd just built. It was a golden whip, infused with her essence, a weapon capable of killing another god. It took the Goddess of knowledge some time to come up with the right technic and the right spell to ensure her weapon would be able to defeat Sins and Gods alike and to ensure that only she could wield it. Upon seeing the perfection that her whip was, the goddess broke down into laughter that turned into sobs and tears. Could it be it? the solution she was so eager to find? Could it be it? The weapon she needed to kill her sister and unmake the sin? Her lips trembled and she ran her hand through her luscious blonde hair.  It was about time! 

It was about time! Ayasha had nearly lost her mind since the death of Leviathan. It had been impossible for her to locate her sister and her plan to destroy the relationship between the sin and her sister failed. Besides, her relationship with Ishtar worsened to the point that she feared he might kill her in a fit of rage. She was faced with something new, Ayasha didn't know what to do and it was the first time she had ever felt like this. Her first reaction had been to lock herself up in her room, for fear of receiving the visit of a black butterfly. It didn't come and the goddess of knowledge was forced to regain her composure. She still had a possibility to win the war against her sister. Ayasha couldn't accept that she had Hope in her heart. She couldn't accept that even then and there,  her sister still had some influence over her. Ayasha's tears fell on the hot floor of the forge and she wiped them with the back of her hand. 

There was a lot left to do. A whip would not be enough to face the threat that her sister and her beloved, both were. She would need to have armor, something solid and strong to contain the rage of her assailants. She would need something powerful enough to destroy her enemies. Spells, perhaps, to bind the goddess to her will. Ayasha was hopeful. It wasn't her end. She wasn't going to die. There was a chance that she could turn the tides in her favor. Gaea refused to join them, despite her best efforts, but that wouldn't deter Ayasha from trying to force the All-Mother to join their sides. She would find the solution to her issue. She always came up with solutions after the wall. Her dream of ruling over the universe wasn't going to disappear, not when she was so close to her goal.  The golden-haired goddess found comfort in knowledge. Hope dried her tears and made her look forward. There was no other choice but to move on. 

-TBC-