Doya: Date Night

"O? Is that you?" -Dean's voice echoed through the kitchen of the MOL bunker-

"Yeah.. I'm home!" -She moaned out, exhausted. Dean picked it up and decided to take a look  at her. She had just come back from her last mission, and was having this weird limp on her right leg. He quickly identified that she had been sore, physically  rinsed from  her last hunt.- "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen." 

He growled out, before he decided against leaving the hallway. He had a good vision of her, as she was going downstairs. Oya was in a bad shape, but already on the mend. He had been missing her, perhaps way too much given how fast his heart had started to beat against his ribcage. Here she was, with her heavy black locks that framed her lovely face. 

His emerald eyes searched for the dimple on her cheeks when she smiled. He searched for any potential injuries that was still being nursed and didn't need to look too hard to notice what had happened. her jacket was torn, shredded since her last encounter with the creature she hunted. her arcade had been busted and was stitched up. she had a limp, mostly because she used them during her hunt.  

Going home had been difficult, but seeing Dean lit up her face. She felt rejuvenated upon seeing him, as if there was no worries anymore. She went down the stairs and dropped her bag on the floor. she rolled her head and ran her hand over the back of her neck. Dean walked closer to hr, his eyes still examining her body. He noticed she was snarling a little especially when she was resting a little longer on her right side. A broken rib? maybe a bruise.

"How are you doing?" -He finally asked, having closed the distance between the two of them. She looked up to his face, a soft smile crept on her lips and she  leaned into his touch. Her hazel eyes stared at his face, at the concern she could read and the joy to see her. "O?" He asked again with a gruff voice. She moistened her lips and put her hands on his wrists.

"I'm okay. Just roughed-up... but okay." She smiled at him and gently closed her eyes. "This case was intense, but I managed." She grinned and pursed her lips in a small grin. "I have nothing serious, just bruises. one on my right side and some on my legs."

"Anything swollen?" She shook her head. "Let me check on you before anything else." She sighed and opened her eyes again, this time with furrowed brows.

"I thought you were about to cook something?... If so, then I hve the perfect gift for you in my bag."

"You managed to buy me one of your ugly aprons?" 

He lifted a brow, both surprised and bemused that she kept doing it. Oya had the habit to bring an ugly apron from her solo trips. It quickly grew on him as he realized that it was her token of affection. She was showing him without a word that she cared for him and it did something to him, to know that she went out of her ways to look for the ugliest thing and buy it for him. It warmed his heart, especially when she wasn't around, because he always thought of her when he opened his wardrobe. The pile of ugly aprons just made him think of her and never failed to bring a smile to his face. 

"Yes. I did. I noticed a shop when I first arrived in town and when I was done hunting, I just had to go see if they had ugly aprons. It's not an apron because they didn't have any, but it's a sweater." -She grinned and  rolled her head to the side. "I think you'd like this one for Christmas." She gave him a faint smile and sighed as he moved his hands further into her massive hair and started to massage her scalp. a soft purr escaped her lips and she closed her eyes again. "I'm fine, I promise. Just a few bruises, nothing that a good night of sleep on a good bed and nice sheets wouldn't mend."

"I still have to check your injuries, make sure nothing's swelling." She opened her eyes and gave him a soft grin. "What?"

"You're cute, Dickhead. you, being worried about me. Something tells me that you've been missing me." She pushed herself against him, her lips pressed to his in a playful but soft kiss before her arms wrapped around his waist and she leaned her face against his chest. "Cause I've been missing you.... this hunt was.. I need to tell you all about it."

"I've missed you too, Bitch." 

He conceded, while his arms wrapped around her shoulders and his fingers got lost into her hair, once again. she was there, in the flesh, finally close to his frame. She smelled good, still like fresh grass and wet ground, a garden at dawn. She felt warm against him and she was holding him back. He had had lonely nights. Far too many to even want to sleep on his own for this long. Oya had been missing. he had been missing her. Her texts and videos kept him company but he was missing her touch, her light snores, the first smile in the morning and her fingers through his dirty blonde mane. Oya was home. How could he feel like home when she wasn't around? luckily for him, she came back and he was home.

Game of thrones - Modern: Heart Therapy

// Just wanted to illustrate her current happy self. :) 

Jaime woke up early, to a Bäahal who was still asleep on his bed. He was careful enough not to wake her up when he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. He scratched his beard, grabbed his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. He was the most sought out billionaire of all of Westeros. Jaime Lannister, the Golden Lion, the elder son of Tywin Lannister. Jaime made a name for himself in this country and built a solid reputation for himself. He was courted by thousands, desired by much more and he did enjoy his life. He was hungry for more, ready to bite at Life with the ferocity of a Lion and until now, he had always managed to do so. The hottest bachelor of Westeros, the man without fear, he had had nicknames given by the press that preceded him wherever he went. -That was part of the game after all, right?- He had many names, was given plenty relationships he never had, was rumoured to be fucking with his twin sister because they were twins and hot twins at that. people labelled him, they assumed many things about him but they didn't know him. They didn't know /her/.

Jaime remembered when he met the silver heiress. They met at /his/ bar, one night he decided to entertain himself. He hadn't planned to go and dance that night, the vibrant energy in his club was enough for him to be satisfied. he would go down there, drink a few drinks and perhaps, maybe, meet somebody to have fun with but he wasn't counting on it. That night, he was perfectly fine just staying around, drinking his stress away. And then she came. Oh, what a sight to behold! he had tried to tear his gaze away from her but  failed to do so and when she came to him, something just clicked. Bäahal was unique in this world, a girl that you couldn't see twice even if you spent your entire life searching for her.  He knew her reputation through the magazines, how they both exposed the truth about her lineage and lied about her personality. Bäahal had been called many things, underserving, power -hungry liar, the child who wanted to mooch the wealth of her father from her "poor" siblings. 

She had been seen as a mistake from the get-go, a criminal, an unreliable friend. She'd also be seen as a victim, as someone whose entire life would be to suffer at the hands of her cold older sister and her violent brother. Some said she was a sacrificial lamb just so the family could remain extremely powerful and rich. Some tabloids loved it, when Bäahal stuck for herself, because that was what she had to do for the sharks out there. She was made infamous for her filthy mouth and the way she could make or break someone just with her words and this was, to some extent true. Jaime witnessed it at the bar, how crass and blunt Bäahal could be but he never saw her try to be mean to people. she just wanted a place to be herself, dance her worries away. 

Papers would always tell a lot of things, sometimes they would be right, other times they would straight up lie. Jaime knew it so he never let magazines made his opinion about someone. They would never know the candor and kindness of his firecracker. They would never know her desperate need for connection and her desire to care for those she loved. they would never understand why she was trying so hard to save her family and help them connect with each other. They would never understand how stubborn this young woman could be, especially when she wanted something, nor how passionate she was. He knew it. he saw it all. He saw her passion when they were making love, he saw her warmth and joy when they were together. He saw her curiosity about the world and how quickly she let the masks slip when in front of him. She could care less about the family feud and didn't care about his last name. 

Papers would always try to paint the truth, the colour they wanted. They would never know who this young woman was and never will but Jaime was okay with it. he didn't need them to know her the way he did. he didn't need them to see the truth like he did. it was best she was protected from them and it was best she only became true to the very few who could earn her trust. Bäahal was a good person, and he probably was a little bit selfish since he didn't want to share her with the world. Jaime could live with that, he could very much do.

GoT: regular: Who she was

They knew her as the Silver Princess. the Dragonrider, a champion of the Great and the Last War of Westeros. They knew her as the only princess who wanted to reach out to the poorest of them all, the only one who wanted to mend the relations between the subjects and the lords. They knew her as the princess with a golden heart, the one who nearly gave her life at the Siege and helped commoners survive as long as possible. Words got fast about her and her reputation preceded her, yet Jaime was certain they didn't know the princess the way he did.  How could they know her the way he did? They'd never have Bäahal storm into their bedroom to have an impromptu conversation. They'd never had to watch her stare into their eyes, reading their eyes to find the truth. He'd never lied to her, he couldn't bring himself to lie to Bäahal when she was so intensely searching for his soul with her big wet amethyst eyes. 

Bäahal was honest, genuine in the way she spoke. She had little to no filters -he should know, she'd tried and failed to not kiss him when they saw each other again at Highgarden- and she always made sure to speak her mind whether it was the right thing to do or not. They'd never have to hear her claim how she was missing Viserion, days after his death. She confided in him without second thoughts and that, perhaps, along with the now-gone feeling that she should be sacrificing her life to her sister's glory, was enough to melt the ice that had settled in his heart. They'd never heard her thank them for having killed her mad father and saved the people from his dragonfyre. They'd never seen her insist in seeing him as a good man, despite the many crimes he'd committed in the name of love. She understood him, she valued him. She was the one who left King's Landing afte the victory of her sister, in order to find him. Save him. Help him. 

They didn't know the princess as the knight did. They'd never seen her cry. Bäahal saved her tears for when she was alone with people she trusted. She'd cried with Daenerys, she'd cried in front of Tyrion, Missandei, Kyra and Jon. but she'd never cried as much as she did with Jaime. With him there was no walls. with him there was no restrain. she was pure unadulterated emotions, especially love, anger and sadness. They'd never seen her cry because of them, but Jaime did. each time he tried to protect her, he always ended up breaking her heart and even when they were about to finally share their feelings, they still couldn't be happy and he still managed to break her heart. the pang in his heart was intense everytime he set his eyes on her. the guilt, the desire to come closer to her and protect her heart overcame him. they could never know. 

Bäahal was otherworldly. Her high cheekbones, plump lips, purple eyes and silver luscious locks were unique to her. Jaime could lose himself just by staring at her and she haunted his dreams. She was generous and determined. She loved with everything she had and that love couldn't be ignored. That love, her gentle presence felt like salvation. She did save him when she found him in Highgarden. She did save him when  she gave him warmth and love when he had none for himself. Her resilience, determination and stubbornness cracked the walls he had put up before. Bäahal was a firecraker, desire made flesh, kindness without any reservation. she wasn't jaded by the life she led before. she didn't see the world as doomed, no, instead she could still found wonders in life. she could see appreciate life and still wanted to live, so fiercely so.  So how could they know her?

They didn't, but he did.

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of ELpis: Goddess of Hope

Hope is dead! Long live Hope!

Elpis was cursed and for 2000 years she had to watch people forget about her.

Day after Day, mortals and gods alike forgot about her existence, stopped worshipping her.

Day after Day, there was nothing left, not even a husk  once her substance was removed.

There was nothing left. Memories were erased, her own beloved was unmade. 

The world was grey.

Hope is dead! Long live Hope!

It could have been easier for the goddess to simply accept her fate. 

She would have stayed in her reincarnation cycle until the end of times.

She would have heard her siblings gloat about their victories...Human celebrate them.

Power was lost... Power was stolen. Ishtar was now the New-All-Father... Ayasha his queen.

Her mother ran away and her beloved was remade. The world was grey.

Hope is dead! Long live Hope!

Pride set her free, forced the world to fully remember her and acknowledge her presence.

They remembered  in great fashion what had always been missing in their lives.

They remembered and resumed worshipping the goddess with a fierce dedication.

Elpis was back, Hope was whole again

The world was in colour. 

Hope is dead! Long Live Hope!

Her power didn't come back in full force in a snap of a finger, no, it was progressive.

She became stronger as time went by, rivaling the power of the All-Mother Gaea.

And the more she spent time with her worshippers, the stronger she became.

Her light bathed this new world, brought it back on its feet 

Her Hope shone through darkness... A goddess reborn. 

And now, at the tip of her fingers, there was something she was about to grasp,

Her supremacy!

Doya: "What about us?"

Oya had never really been worried about her ability to hunt, injured or not. She had been raised to become a strong hunter, the type to never run away from a fight no matter what it cost her, yet, what happened to Joshua sincerely messed her up. Joshua was just like her, a hunter who loved saving people. They held competitions sometimes, just for sport, to motivate the other to give their best and she could recall just how much he loved to run. What happened to him felt wrong. Joshua might have known and accepted the rules of the game, it still felt wrong. Oya commanded his ability to accept his new situation -after all he could have died. he could have lost his family, the love of his life but instead he survived.-. She commanded his ability to see the  good despite the bad and even find motivation to keep doing what he loved to do best: saving people. He wouldn't go anymore on the battlefield, but there were plenty of ways to continue fighting. 

He was resilient, dedicated and on top of all, he didn't seem to be bitter about what had happened to him. the most important was that he wasn't alone. Joshua still had a future with Stephanie. he still could become a parent, still could help others the best way he knew. He still could move forward and Oya commanded that ability. Dean had to talk to her quite a few times already, just so she could get things off of her chest, admit that she still had issues with Joshua's situation because she thought that he didn't deserve this but Dean pointed out to her that the man himself, in the last conversation they had over the phone, was telling her that his life was far from being over and he did find new ways to be happy. he was happy. yes, it sucked that he couldn't walk, but he was planning to resume training, master his wheelchair, keep helping people while building a family with Stephanie. That was far from eliciting pity and he didn't want her to be upset anymore. Angels helped him when they saved his life. 

So why was she so upset? Well, Oya realized she was projecting onto Joshua and was wondering how she would have handled such a situation. Hunting was her life, it was the only thing she was good at. She couldn't possibly switch lives like he did. She couldn't possibly give up on going on the field. As a matter of fact, Oya was scared of potentially having to choose another life than the one she built over the years. She heard stories about Bobby, but also heard that he had a hard time adjusting to being on a wheelchair and not on the field. She heard that his injuries truly sent him down the rabbit hole and perhaps that was due to his own issues. He had issues after all and so did Oya. She wasn't like Joshua who always found a way to find anything positive to say about life. He was optimistic, something Oya was clearly lacking of. 

Nah, the real question wasn't even what could have happened to her if she was bound to a wheelchair. she could always manage and adjust to this new condition. What truly bothered the woman was being unable to hunt with Dean. It was sacrificing their lilfe on the road, as partners. Not being able to go hunt with Dean? not being able to enjoy the long ride with Baby? This was something she was dreading. she couldn't accept it and refused to. Her eyes shifted from the window to Dean who was driving, to the phone she was holding. On their way to the motel she did find a moment to call her brother and check on him. Hearing Joshua gush about his nieces and praise the love and patience of Stephanie brought a smile on Asma lips, but made her think long and hard about what he was saying. 

Her life was right there with Dean. Although she knew deep down that their bond wasn't so superficial that if she wasn't able to go hunting with him it would fade. No, it was deep, deeper than this. their connection was so big that even if she was in Joshua's shoes, he would still stay with her. He would think of a way to make her as comfortable as possible and she would fight hard to be as independent as possible so he wouldn't have to worry. she was a kickass hunter, she was a badass woman and she would remain so, even if battle-damaged.  And the bond that tied her together with Dean was strong, stronger than Fate. Stronger than Death... perfect. 

GOT : Something to hold onto

 

 

The princess sat on a bench; the warm wind of spring blew onto her face. She was tapping her fingers against her lap and was aimlessly staring before her. It couldn’t keep going, she couldn’t stay walking on eggs. How long would she be able to handle this situation? How long before other things became priorities, and her plight was forgotten? It wasn’t a simple decision she was asking her sister to make, and although Tyrion was trying to cheer her up and tell her that her sister was coming to terms with the situation, she knew it wasn’t going to end soon. Too much was at stake here, too much anger, too much hatred, too much to lose here. She was starting to consider that maybe she would have to accept that a blessing would never be given. The world was hostile to people like her and even more to people like Jaime. Why would they give Jaime a chance at being happy when his decisions and the decisions of his family deprived loved ones to have that chance? Way too many people suffered from Jaime’s hand or his family and very few people would eventually consider forgiving him. Daenerys couldn’t risk losing the support of her people by allowing this romance to exist.

 

Bäahal was willing to take anything, even perhaps, being forbidden to eventually show her affection in public. It was going to be a private relationship. Something that only a few people could know about. Kyra, Tyrion, Jon and Dany could be the only ones to ever know she tied her life to Jaime’s and Bäahal would have been happy this way. She didn’t need the world to see she was happy; she didn’t need to tell the world she was happy. She just wanted to be. But even this option wasn’t fair. The first time she was in love with someone, the first time she was happy with someone, she would have to suffer the dread of the world? She would have to hide from the world? She would have to keep quiet all her life? That was unfair…to watch her sister and Jon display their affection in public, announcing their wedding to the nobles and dealing with consequences together while she was left to rot on her own? But she swore allegiance to her sister, and she would stick to her word and honour. After all, she had to pay a price for being free and that price was to follow her sister wherever she went, whatever she did. There was no hesitation in the princess heart, regardless of how horrible that would be and how much she would be suffering from any decision that would go against her relationship with Jaime, she still valued her word and fealty to her queen. Dany had the rights to her life, whether she liked it or not. Dany had the rights to her happiness.

 

The whole situation just made the princess cry, in silence, as usual. Her mother taught her to endure terrible situations, and until the end fought to set her free. Her devotion led to her death, but she was determined to save her child and felt guilty she couldn’t save them when the slave-owners kidnapped mother and daughter.  She owed her freedom to her mom. And she owed her freedom to Daenerys.  Because she loved Jaime, she wanted him to survive and she wanted to protect his family, so yes, if to do so she had to sacrifice her happiness she would… but was it fair? Was it?

 

GoT! Modern: 3 is a charm

GOT! Modern: 3 is a charm

 

 

The family wasn’t exactly what you could call Healthy, each and everyone of them had to deal with personal issues and a need for growth. They could play pretend in public, plaster a fake smile there, hold each other’s shoulders here but they never actively worked towards healing. No. they were just unable to do so right now. So the three of them lived separate lives. Since the Highgarden “incident”, there had been some changes. Bäahal stood up to Daenerys, pushing against her very controlling nature with sharp words and although she had earned a slap in the face, she felt good about it. She pushed back and forced her sister to reconsider her behaviour.

 

 Yes, the sublime Targaryen realized that she went too far, and she couldn’t exactly pretend that nothing happened. So, while she put some distance between her sister and herself, she also tried to make amends with her. -baby steps- This prompted her to give Bäahal more freedom to do as she pleased and was taken as an opportunity for Dany to focus on herself. Spending time with the family dogs, and horses brought some smiles on the stern face of the Targaryen. She even entertained the idea of looking for another dog, not because she wanted to replace Viserion, but because she needed to focus her attention on caring about something else than the family and a new puppy seemed like a good investment.  That was when she met Jon Snow. The meeting left her an after taste that haunted her to this day. She was struggling, however, with acknowledging that he caught her eye while also acknowledging it wasn’t betraying her late husband. But it was something, a beginning.

 

Viserys was also doing much better, Bäahal thought. He had been sobered for the longest time ever since he started rehab. He was healthier, even more durable. She noticed he was even using the family gym and opted to not focus on her when she used it to practice in her private room. The tension was still palatable between the two of them and she was still careful not to drop her guard because he was still unpredictable, and she didn’t want to make him angry at all. Bäahal didn’t know, but Viserys was a changed man. He had discovered love in the arms of the sublime Kyra Lannister and this love, was benefiting him in the long run. Although he was still a man whose presence alone would make others hold their breaths, and whose behaviour was still causing nightmares to others, Viserys wasn’t as brutal as he used to be. He realized that he was angry, mostly at his dad for what he did to the family, but always at the death of his older brother that he never visited once he was put six feet under. He realized that he didn’t need to always be cruel, to experience something different, better: love. The void in his heart was slowly getting filled up with the warmth of his beloved and he had a second chance at love. One he didn’t want to mess up with. So, he was making progress. It was still the beginning, but at least now he had a purpose. He wasn’t the man who was gambling with his life anymore but one who could actually build something instead of destroying it. He was in some sort of honeymoon, which made him forget about the terrible people who populated his life, the likes of Angel, the likes of his ex-partners.. the drug-filled universe he was tyring to escape now. All that mattered to him was Kyra.

Bäahal finally, was also happy. Yes, Jaime hated to hear what happened at Highgarden with Bronn. He hated to stand by and hear a man tell him how many ways he would have fucked her, without saying anything. He hated that Bäahal was still afraid of her family and she had troubles understanding why he was pissed off, everyone around her was considering it, “the norm” since she was an outsider. Everyone around her, didn’t mind the abuse, because she wasn’t supposed to be part of this world and yet she was. Everyone but Jaime -and Later on Kyra- was upset at the sight of it. He cared for her, always had ever since they met and she now realized that he was actually very invested in their relationship whatever that was. It had her realize that she was falling in love with him without even trying. She was drawn to him, she was thinking of him when they were apart from one another, they were having fun together and she wanted those moments back. Yes, he was angry, but he was because he cared and yes, she was upset and could remember how hot her head was due to her blushing out of shame and fear once he was done lecturing her. She cared too. She cared about what he thought of her, how he perceived her, if he wanted to stay in her life for more -or forever-. She cared, she cared a great deal about him and had already noticed the changes in her life, behaviour and desires. Jaime was a good thing, maybe the best thing to ever happen to her and she wanted him to know that.

 

Now now, the 3 of them were at turning points in their lives and perhaps that was for the best. Only time would tell if they would finally make moves towards the right direction and mend their relationships or if it was too late for either of them to actually become a family.

Doya: when he’s not there

Doya: when he’s not there

 

A/N: Just wanted a little bit of levity for our two babies.

xxxx

Oya was going back to the motel she was staying at. Her jacket was torn on her back, shredded to the point that her t-shirt and skin was torn-up; her massive hair was covering most of her back and made the blood-soaked fabric barely noticed by the few bystanders. She stopped by a small shop and crossed her arms above her chest. It had a few items on display and she stopped so she could look at them.  She saw sweaters and a pair of pants, a dress simple items that weren’t really pleasing to look at.

 

-Would there be an apron?-

 

Her job was done but she still had one night left before she left town. Of course, now that the case was solved, the only thing she had in mind was Dean. She always made sure to bring him something from her trips to other cities. Usually, ugly aprons because he was a great cook and she loved ugly things. A smile crept on her lips as she remembered the first time she brought him one. Dean wasn’t used to being gifted anything, so when she gave him the Apron, he was surprised, shocked even but happy. She still remembered the face he made when he noticed the ugly fabric and made a face. “Oh, I’m not gonna wear that.” He said, yet he kept the Apron close to his heart. “Oh yes you will... when you cook something for us.” She asserted, a sheepish smile on her lips as she was trying hard to hide her blushing. That was a cute moment, one that warmed her heart even tonight. Dean had always welcomed her gifts, always made faces when he saw how ugly the aprons were, but he always took her gifts and kept them. He even put one on, perhaps once or twice but never more. It was meant as a surprise and a silent way to tell her that he appreciated her taking time to think of him and bring him gifts, despite them being very ugly.

 

So, did they have ugly aprons she could buy Dean? Would they be open tomorrow? She glanced at their front door and sighed in relief when she read they would be there tomorrow. Good. She needed to buy him something, let him know she thought of him when he wasn’t there, because she honestly did. It wasn’t just the warm presence, nor the wild nights spent having sex with each other. It was his soul and hers, just becoming one when they were together. She was desperately in love with the man, so much so that he had the keys to her heart. She couldn’t imagine her life without Dean, nor did she want to have one without him or team Free Will. They were her new family, they were people she cared about, they were the ones she would go to Hell and back for. An Apron might not talk, but it was saying everything so she wouldn’t need to use her words. Dean knew, by now, that she was meant to stay in his life until one of them died. Dean knew that he was the most important thing in her world… no, he was her world. He knew that she loved him more than words could ever do justice and the aprons were one of the many proofs of said love.  Oya loved hunting on her own, it was still a very pleasant sport and good action for her, but she loved it better when Dean was with her. She was missing him, even more now that the job was done because the only thing she would do would be lay on her bed, being unable to sleep for a good chunk of the night and just thinking of her partner. So yes, buying an Apron was helping her because somehow, It felt as if Dean was there with her.

 

 

COPG : TIME

 

COPG : TIME

 

A/N : Ayasha and Ishtar have yet another conversation. They both feel that they are lacking time. The urgency has pushed them to their worst behaviour and yet in the midst of everything, siblings are trying to find common ground.

Xxxx

 

Ishtar felt the salty wind blow on his face, making his black locks whip it hard. He stood stoically before the wild ocean, witnessing its anger, and taking its waves in full force, perhaps, to feel his departed brother’s “presence” in what was left behind. Leviathan was dead, there was no denying it. His own hubris led him to his death by the hands of the Sin. Yes, Ishtar took this death worse than he wanted to. He hated his brother, but he did not wish him dead by the hands of someone else, especially not by the hands of his enemies.  The ocean was angry, and so was the sky that had covered itself with grey clouds, charged with rain that had not fallen just yet. 

 

The god outstretched his arms from each side of his body, eyes closed as he was picturing his brother standing before him. The meatsuit he was wearing, was wearing a nice black suit that enhanced the otherworldly beauty of the god. He did not mind being soaked with water, for he knew that with a flick of his wrist, the fabric would be dried out. Instead, he only focused on Leviathan, who was standing in silence before him, looking sternly at him, as if he were already pointing fingers at him. What would he have said anyway if he had been alive? He had warned Ishtar about their sister and her devouring ambition. He had forced the god to face his emotions regarding Elpis, his desire for his sister and the jealousy and heartbreak that allowed for him to curse her.

 

Leviathan would have been angry at what Ishtar did with his pieces of advice. He didn’t listen to him, if anything, he did the opposite. How could he have reacted anyway, when most of the pantheon was gone? The action of two, brought the pantheon to the brink of extinction and it was too late to change things. The most Ishtar could hope for, was to have their mother, Gaea, forgive their action and have her come home. How could the Pantheon thrive without their All-Mother inside?  The New All-Father was hoping that his sister Elpis would be defeated -there was no reasoning with her and he understood it now- and he would be able to restore the pantheon to its former glory.  Yet, he could still feel the judgemental gaze of his departed brother on his frame and an anguish that was holding onto his heart. He snarled as he felt the gaze of his sister Ayasha. He sighed and turned around so he could face her.

 

Ayasha was indeed joining him, unfazed by the brutal ocean and the huge waves that were crashing down against the shore. Instead, she had both hands on her waist, her green orbs were darting at him. He lifted a brow, surprised that his sister didn’t even try to hide her anger at this point. He tilted his head to the side, his long black wet locks fell on his shoulders and he snarled at her. She wouldn’t come to him and have demands when he had demands on his own. They had just barely started to reconcile, why would she come and ruin their efforts?

 

“I have been looking for you. I should have guessed you would have spent your time here, close to our dead brother rather than with me.”

 

“Ayasha, your quips won’t get to me this time. Say what you want to say and let’s go from there.”

 

“Luckily for you, brother, I am not looking for a fight. We are running out of time.” -She admitted, her eyes averted from his face to the floor. - “I still can’t find Elpis, but I can feel that she is becoming stronger by the minute.”

 

“What makes you think so?” -He asked, furrowing his brows, and crossing his arms above his chest. -

 

“My minions noticed an unusual activity on Earth. I have investigated myself and could feel the sin’s energy signature and our sister’s. Elpis was there, on Earth and together they caused chaos...”

“Chaos you say?”

 

“Yes… I choked when I stepped into the place. I could feel their power  suffocating me out there.” -She paused for a minute and then looked back at Ishtar, her green orbs lighting up- “Why—why are you here?”

 

“I thought you had it figure out.” -He teased her, walking towards her so he could close the distance between the two of them.- “I needed a moment for myself.”

 

“In front of the ocean?” -She curbed a brow.-

 

“It’s the only place that seems to be in tune with me. The ocean is wild,free, and nobody can possess it.”

 

“Leviathan could.” -She walked towards him and closed the distance between the two of them. “But he is dead now." -He noted the lack of emotions in the voice of the goddess. it was no scret that she didn't like Leviathan and given how he didn't trust her, Ishtar understood why. She resumed talking. " I know he didn’t trust me, he never could but you are not like him, Brother. You are not him. I need to know if you do trust me Ishtar.”

"I understand, sister-mine." He said as he put both hands on her shoulders. she shuddered and rolled her head to the side. She was upset, as clear as day and she needed answer. she moistened her lips and then looked up to his face again. "You are cornered, we all are. I had issues with you, a lack of clarity as well. I saw through you. Leviathan might have been an asshole, he wasn't going around with baseless claims. You manipulated me. I understand Ayasha, but I'd like the truth for once. Why did you manipulate me into killing our father? into cursing Elpis?"

She didn't know what to make of his behaviour, he was serious and she could feel the power of his engulfing her. Maybe he had been waiting for her to come here and maybe he'd casted a spell without her knowledge. She started to panic at first, her eyes glowed even harder and her breathing became more laboured.

"We deserved better than what we had. With everything you were, you would have still been looked upon with disdain and I wasn't even considered. I wanted glory  I wanted to prove the whole universe that I was powerful and so were you."

"That doesn't sound like you, to think of me. I asked for the truth, Ayasha. I need the truth to move forward from now." -He manifested his  scepter, which made the goddess shiver and run her hand over  his chest. She was feeling danger, and realized that he was willing and ready to get rid of her if he didn't get the answer he wanted. what happened to him?-

"I--- I wanted all. I was willing to sacrifice anything and everything to achieve my goal. I wanted all.... I want the whole world, I want the universe and I want the universe to respect me." She furrowed her brows and lowered her head. "Khaos was limited, outdated.He would have prevented us.../me/ from getting what I really wanted. So yes, I did it because I wanted to get rid of anyone who would have dared to stand in my way." She paused and then swallowed a lump. "I chose you because you were just like me, you would not have been hard to convince. I knew of your feelings for our sister and used it to gain your trust, rile you up because you would see the truth." -She sighed and bumped her fist against his chest.- "I used you. I admit. I was vindictive and angry at the universe. I grew closer to you and some of the feelings I have are true. But Since you want to know the truth, I am not in love with you, I am not afraid of you... I think you can crush our enemies and we can be victorious."

"Finally, some truth from your lips. I was nothing but a pawn for you. Leviathan saw your devouring ambition and it took me a while to come to terms with the fact you don't love me."

"Are you mad?" -She inquired, her eyes looked up tohis face and she  swallowed a hard lump.-

"Not anymore. I can work with the truth. You asked me if I could trust you." -She nodded- "Now, I do. I hear you, we will need to ready our troops and prepare for our sister. Since we can't find her, I assume she would come to us, and we will meet her."

"Do you believe we can defeat her?" Ayasha asked, her voice breaking and betraying her fear. Ishtar was calm, calmer than ever and he hit the trident against the floor sending shockwaves after shockwaves "Nevermind..." 

What else could she say, when her brother had demonstrated his power. He was ready to face his opponents and she was unable to see what he was really thinking of. perhaps the god of war and the New All-Father was thinking of punishing her after all was said and done. it was a gambit, to have told him the whole truth, but the blonde goddess knew that she had no other choice but to make this decision. Only time would tell what would happen next... and time was short on their hands. 

GoT modern

The silver head went to the large window of the living room. It was heavily raining outside and the dark clouds were covering the sky with their gloomy presence. Drogon and Rhaegar were playing together, happily barking at one another and running around the youngest heiress of the family. She was wearing a large sweater, an exaggerated man-sized grey wool sweater.  Her violet amethysts were staring at the window, at the garden before her drenched with the rain and she crsoeed her arms above her chest. She sighed deeply and rubbed her arms together. she tilted her head to the side, allowing her massive silver mane to fall onto her back and shoulder and sighed heavily. 

Her eyes were wet from the unshed tears and puffy and red already and that had her sigh and relax her shoulders, ignoring the dogs that were still playing around her and pushing her legs. They had became a little more energetic since their brother's death, always making sure the other was around, and always making sure they could play together. Maybe it was their way to deal with grief? with joy and fun. The idea seemed lovely and Bäahal decided to keep make it real. Maybe that was what her family could have done when they lost Rhaegar, come together through joy and laughter. His death unfortunately tore this family apart, with everyone pointing fingers at everyone. 

Aerys was stricken with grief, upon losing his older son. He had placed so much hope on Rhaegar and wished for him to become the true successor of his empire. Rhaegar was a beloved son, a famous bachelor and a genuinely good soul. He accepted Bäahal, comforted her, taught her some dance moves and athletic figures. He had listened to her cry on his shoulders for several nights. he had patched her wounds, kept her safe at school from people who picked on her. She never felt alone when he was alive and since his death there was nothing but a hole in her heart. Viserys became even more withdrawn and violent. Resented by his father for his violence, feared by his sisters for his angry outbursts, smothered by his mother...He spiraled when Rhaegar died and refused to join his siblings in their grief. 

Daenerys closed off. Her father made her the successor of the empire and burdened her shoulders. Her mother poisoned her ears with her venom and she was left in between all of this, fearful of her surviving brother, wanting to bond with her little sister but stuck in a place she had not asked for. slowly but surely they picked her apart and forced her to become just like them. the best of the best, the worst of the worst with little to no room to explore herself unless  when she was with Khal Drogo.

None of them played with the other, they never got close to one another, never even shared a tender moment together. None of them cried for him together, instead they all withdrew in their quarters and let the walls of their rooms witness their tears. None of them took the time to mend the other hearts and filled them with love. it just disappeared.  it disappeared.  Bäahal swore on her father's grave that she would do anything in her power to bring this family together but wasn't sure of how to proceed. how to make it happen.  she owed it to them to fix things and make them realize how much they needed one another.  Both her siblings rejected her but she knew that deep down, both of them were just hurt. 

Yet, all she could think of, on rainy day like this one was the new friends she had made. It was Kyra and her kindness towards her that moved her and made her reconsider her ability to make friends and be worthy of it. She reminded her smile and the laughter they shared while talking at the gala. It was Jaime and the warmth of his arms around her frame, the heartbeats that calmed her at night. He knew how to love her body, how to care for her soul and he fed her starving heart with feelings she never knew she could feel again.  He made her forget about Elias, the one who got away. He made her forget about the pain of being left behind. he gave her hope and now that she was staring at the violent storm outside, all she wanted to do was to run into his arms. lay next to him and enjoy some hot coco while reading a book. 

Yes, it was true, she had fallen in love with him but decided to wait a little more just to be sure of her feelings.  The realization simply made her smile and she put her hand on the mirror, smiling at how surprising Life could be. 

regular GoT: A weight on her shoulder

Since her return, Bäahal took a habit of eating in her own room. She didn't feel confident enough to eat in the same room as Daenerys and Jon. She knew it would have been a rather cold and frustrating atmosphere, with the three of them not really knowing what to do or say to lighten up the mood. They could still be talking about dragons, or about the wedding.. either way there would still be a huge elephant in the room that would not have been adressed. Bäahal wasn't ready to face both of them and to keep a straight face, hiding how broken her heart was. She had a conversation with Jon, a few days after she returned to King's Landing. 

Despite her desperate attempts at hiding her true feelings, Jon was observant enough to notice she was dancing around the truth, focusing her attention on him instead. The conversation began with betrayal and how he coped with the emotions that followed the event that led him to being stabbed to death. Jon took his time to talk to her, explain how he felt regarding those who wronged him and how their deaths didn't ease his soul at all but was necessary to set an example. He had blood on his hands, but he also was given a second chance by the god of light. Those feelings were conflicting but the only certainty he could have was that it didn't bring him peace. Daenerys did. Her love did. his family welcoming him with arms wide open did.  

The conversation kept going and ultimately, Bäahal was able to confide in him about Jaime's role in her survival. it was one fleeting moment, just one, but Jon was able to see that she felt more than gratitude toward the Knight. He could tell she was holding back the whole time, swallowing words she knew she couldn't utter, not even to her relative who became a good friend of her overtime. Still, it was telling. Bäahal was in love witht he Knight and she was worried about his future since he returned her home. Jon could see the sadness in her eyes whenever she mentioned Daenerys and it didn't take him long to understand what was really happening here. Bäahal fell in love with the Knight who seemingly fell for her too and the tension between Daenerys and her sister stemmed from this. Dany rejected this union, and the pair was trying their best to protect one another. 

He remembered when Jaime came to him, to expose him the plans he thought of to sort the Redwyn house out and have them admit they tried to kill Bäahal in retaliation for Daenerys' coronation and her upcoming wedding to the bastard of the house Stark. -Despite knowing he wasn't a bastard, they still referred to him as one, behind his back- Jon remembered how passionate and determined the knight had been about the princess safety. He heard the stories of the siege and how Jaime didn't even hesitate to rush towards the princess. How he cared for her when she was in a coma and recovering. How delicate the knight was.. rumours were fast and he could see they weren't all exagerrated. 

Jon wished for his sibling to come and eat with them but he understood that the tension between Daenerys and Bäahal would benefit at least a couple more days without the fan emboldening the flames.  Daenerys would come around. he knew it somehow. She was not forgiving of the crimes committed by her former enemies. She couldn't possibly forgive what Jaime did out of love for his twin sister nor what Cersei and the rest of the foolish family did to her. she couldn't possibly forgive the crimes against the Stark and the pain the Lannister brought to her fiance. She couldn't even dare think of the pain they could cause Bäahal, consciously or not. so she was on a fence. 

Besides, the family still had to repair their relationship with the rest of the world and that was Kyra's job to do. Jon still thought that she would come around, once she realized that the relationship was genuine and feelings were real. Perhaps she would be moved by the truth of Bäahal's emotions, or perhaps it wouldn't change anything. Jon couldn't predict her reaction, but he understood that Bäahal might have felt as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.  Tyrion thought so too. He had tried to talk to the princess, more than once, but always she dramatically told him about how desperate she was of her current situation. She hated the fact her sister didn't want to hear her out, or even see by herself the truth. 

She didn't know how to bring the topic back nor if her sister would bless their union but on top of it, her duty towards her family was overwhelming her. She would never betray Dany nor wouldn't she put her best interest above anything else, but this tiny part of herself, that one selfish part of herself wanted and wished to at least hold onto the happiness she had with Jaime. And this was breaking her heart to see that even the person she loved the most wasn't supporting her. that had her feel alone, torn between her duty and her love. between her desires and those of others. torn between risking it all and saving lives. torn....

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: His Light

I remember how difficult it was to accept that the Pride I left behind when I was cursed, was dead.

He was undone by Hades because his relationship with me was seen as a liability. I had tained the sin.

In truth, I had always wondered if they didn't unmake him because he was emboldened in his ambition.

I would never know what Hades thought at this moment, but I can control how I feel about it. 

From despair and a great sense of loss, this action is now seen as both heinous and a blessing. 

I still hate that they subjected my beloved to this, yet, I love the Sin he became today. 

I remember when he first called me his Light, in the midst of an angry tantrum of mine. 

I felt trapped inside the Underworld, denied my right for revenge and more lonely than I used to be. 

The love of my life had been distant, his mind focused on the wars at hand with his siblings.

I understood he couldn't make time for me, how could he when my very life was in danger all the time? 

I understood he couldn't spare a minute for me when he was busing hunting those wretched creatures? 

Yet I was missing him, I was yearning for him, I was growing more and more frustrated. 

He wasn't the Sin I used to know, he was different, better, more complexe than before. 

He was a King, whose supremacy was disputed by ungrateful siblings. 

He set himself free, fought his battles on his own and later on with Lust's help. 

And he remembered me. I still asked myself how life would have been if he remained the same Sin. 

He would have lied to my face, and would have pretended to care of me when he actually didn't.

I used to be a trophy before, a curiosity for the Sin of all Sins. He only noticed my untapped power.

I used to be the most beautiful goddess of the whole world, the prized daughter of Khaos and Gaea.

I used to give him attention, affection and a lot of Love but that meant nothing for him at all. 

He simply took whatever I had and gave him. there was no real  connection to this version of Pride.

But with the new one? it's a whole new world. He took the time to discover me with his own eyes.

I wasn't the distant memory of a past life, I was Elpis, I meant something to him. I understand that now.

He took the time to get to know me, to grow comfortable with my presence near him, to my feelings.

He took time to see who I really was and show me who he really was. I learned a lot from him. 

And now, I became his Light. I became his beacon of Hope and the Light in his darkness.

I am the goddess who earned her crown by his side. I am his future empress, the ruler of all.

He compromised for me, fought Leviathan so he could set me free, shielded me from Ayasha.

He accepted to go to Earth -he despised so much- and even spared it for me, as a gift. 

He protected my former host, saved her life from the ritual  and made her forget about him.

I am his Light, and I can tell each time he says so. I can tell how each other can influence on the other.

and how together, we are unstoppable. Light and Darkness, Alpha and Omega. Life and Death.

How I love him so. 

Doya: "we had our moments."

 "We had our moments, when we were both apart due to working cases separately, when we both went at each other's throats. Dean got used to me sending him texts everyday, just to check on him and make sure he was doing alright. it took a while before he didn't get upset at my texts and it took an extra more time for me to balance them out.  He understood I wasn't trying to nag him or make him feel incompetent. He understood that I was actually very worried about his well-being and wanted him to come back to me. We trust each other, we care for one another and we know that we would always make sure to come back to the other as soon as possible.  It's quite something isn't it? when your partner trusts you to the point of letting you go on your own without trying to prevent you from doing your job because they know you're great at your job and would come back to them. Yet, it's also really sweet to hear that they care for you enough to be worried about you. That's what it was for the two of us. we trusted each other but we were also worried for one another. 

Things just became more complicated since Pluto "happened". Dean was worried, more than ever because the threat had not been eliminated and he didn't even know if the pagan god had a means to remember me, or track me. I could have been followed by him, maimed or even killed and Dean wasn't willing to have any of that. we were facing a threat that was bigger than what we expected it to be and he had to make sure I was doing alright. So, yes,  he called more often. Yes, we had our moments when we were upset at one another.  We would argue over the phone and Dean always did this things with his voice, that little trembling tone that made me realize he was extremely upset and hurt by my cavalier attitude.  And every single time, that made me shiver and I always apologized. my voice changed, I spoke softly as I wanted him to know that no matter what, I didn't intend to die and leave him behind. I didn't intend to break his heart. I didn't want to be reckless. I didn't want to leave him. 

Yes, I was cavalier with the whole hunting Pluto thing. I was not rationally thinking. Part of me just wanted to find him and kill him without a plan. I guess my ego was hurt, my fear of the god overwhelmed me and I wanted to be done with him.  Yet, another part of me was trying to avoid the god altogether, it was as if I had not fought worse than him and had been through Hell and back (figuratively speaking). I was just... it is just a weird period for me, when anger could take the best of me and fear could make me act recklessly. Dean knew, so whenever I went out on a hunt alone, he always called to make sure I was in the right mind. So yes, we had our arguments. yes. we sometimes were at each other's throats. But I always made sure to let him know I would abandon him, it wasn't possible for me to do it. How could I when he was my world?"