MNB : Come as you are part 1 : (Irina and Asma first meeting)

A/N: So this takes place after Zeus got hit at this night event. Paparazzis are going crazy on him and camp outside of Tartarus buildings. Irina heard about the fight and decided to come visit him to give him some support and this is how the two love interests meet for the first time. Asma can't bring herself to hate the girl and decides that the best for her is to move on from Zeus but that bitch stings and she can barely hold her composure. Zeus himself feels awkward because he's responsible for the whole mess, but he set things in motion and he can't back up. It's also the very first time I do write Irina. So it's Irina centric mostly.

Part1: first meeting

Part2: Compromise (Zeus and Irina and a little bit of Asma) {coming next}

Part3: Maturity/let's panic together (Irina and Asma talking)

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Irina Tchekovka was a lovely woman. She was raised as a good Catholic girl with a top-notch education because her parents were two famous scientists. The mother was working on an oil rig while the father was working at a lab, for a big pharmacological company. Both wanted their daughter to follow their paths so she studied hard but before she could go to college, she became a supermodel. At first, she auditioned just for fun and because a friend of hers was auditioning but when they offered her a contract, her parents agreed to it if they were her agents. It happened and she became in a span of 2 years, one of the very few last supermodels, next to Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell. She was a friend of Cara Delevingne, was seen attending charities and gala with famous actors and people but always seemed to be very discreet. She never drank, never was plastered on tabloids and really flew under the radar of the press until she started to date Zeus Olympian.

Zeus was infamous, for his god-made looks, for his aggressive behavior in public events, for his father who was one of the most hated criminals in the country -he ran a Ponzi scheme who left millions indebted and threw many people into the streets or extreme poverty-. Of course, the son worked very hard to erase the father's history from his company and remove the bitter taste Hercules Olympian left in so many people mouths but he was an asshole. It didn't help his reputation despite his good looks and cunning mind. Zeus was known as Asshole Extraordinaire so imagine everybody's surprise when they learned he was dating the sweet and problem-free Irina Tchekovka? It felt like an Earthquake because they were polar opposites, at least, in public and people couldn't comprehend how on Earth these two could get along. Irina discovered what being on tabloids felt like, how it felt to be harassed on the streets by journalists, how it felt to be insecure about her relationship. It drained both of them and both went through on and off phases initiated by him or her because they couldn't deal with the pressure.

Irina knew Zeus. She got six years to know the man after all and those six years were quite eventful. She knew who he really was, far from being an asshole like he had to in public, in private Zeus, was very kind and respectful and concerned. He ensured she could study incognito and safely because she wanted to have a PH.D. In biochemistry. He ensured she never lacked anything and was willing to drop important moments with business partners if he could spend them with her. She never asked him to do it (save for once but it was an emergency, she had to go to the hospital) but he always did if he felt she needed his presence. He was vulnerable in front of her, talked about the way he was raised, the physical and mental abuse his father, the traumatism of witnessing his mother's suicide and of losing an unborn child because his fiancée got sick and he didn't behave the best way he could have.. he should have. Zeus confessed a lot of things to the blonde who listened to him and comforted him. He found peace by her sides and as surprisingly as it sounded like, he genuinely loved her. She loved him too, for this version of Zeus was so much better than the public image he suffered from. She knew he had a good heart, his company was a good company, doing good to their customers, inspiring the competition to go clean and adopt better policies to benefit their employees. Zeus might have been ruthless and demanding, his employees won the lottery and they knew it.

So of course, when that fight scandal broke, a few weeks after they officially announced their engagement, Irina decided to go to Tartarus and see Zeus. It could have been a PR move (and it was, she was showing him support) but she genuinely just wanted to make sure he was doing okay. The whole company went on fire, the moment they saw her walk in. She was appreciated by the staff, admired even but this time something spicier did happen. They all knew that something happened between the boss and Asma and gossips and bets took place. They wanted to know how the two women in their boss life would react when they met each other. Nobody really knew. Some, like Madeleine, thought that Asma would run away and avoid confrontation but others like Karina and Tom thought that Asma would assault Irina and fight and be loud about it -It was Tom who pushed the idea since he was prejudiced against black women-

Asma herself didn't know how to react to Irina's presence if she ever had to meet her. She always fantasized about telling her straight that she shouldn't have accepted Zeus proposal, that he had someone who loved him and kissed her during Irina and Zeus breaks up period and that if after six years nothing came out of it, then she shouldn't bother. That was the plan, right? It should happen like that. It didn't! Asma froze when she saw Irina that morning. She literally froze and let her come close enough for Irina to recognize her as Zeus personal assistant and come and greet her. Being warm and outgoing, he blonde just gave Asma a big hug and patted her back.

« Thank you, thank you so much for dragging Zeus out of that party. I am so sorry he caused you some troubles. He tends to be very hot-blooded in public. »

« I...It was nothing. I was just doing my job Miss Tchekovka. » Asma swallowed a lump and held her boss' girlfriend back so not to seem disrespectful. Her eyes were wide open as she didn't know how to react to this behavior. It wasn't something she expected at all and it took her back. Irina broke the embrace and smiled warmly at Asma who quickly took her to Zeus office. His heart jumped at the sight of the two ladies who were side by side and he quickly glanced at Asma who was mortified and justifiably so and Irina who was just happy to see her fiancé. She didn't even wait and entered the office to give him a hug and a kiss. Zeus blue eyes stared into Asma as he watched her face lose composure at the sight of him kissing his fiancée. She cleared her throat and whispered a weak « I have to go. I have some work to do. » before she closed the door and Zeus had to look at Irina.

« So how was it to see the real competition Asma? » Tom asked as she walked past his office.

« Shut the fuck up Tom. You're an idiot! » She said as she quickly walked towards Madeleine's office. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Madeleine was alarmed at her friend and stood up from her chair to come and comfort Asma who let herself fall onto the ground. « I can't do this... I can't do this Maddie. »

« You can't do what? »

« I wanted to hate Irina. It was easier right? I wanted to but she's just too damn good. She's perfect! She's perfect and I'm an asshole. » She said holding her head together with both hands and sobbing.

« Don't be silly. Yes, Irina is a good person so what? You are great too. Listen, the plan here is not to get Zeus. He made his decision when he chose Irina. He chose her ! And you're too good of a babe to be wasted like that by an asshole like him. Do you hear me? » Asma nodded and looked down at her lap. « Asma, I'm serious. He's only bringing you pain and heartbreak. Irina has nothing on you. » Madeleine was impatient. She did want her friend to get better faster but it was a long game they were playing. Asma genuinely fell in love with Zeus and that type of love never really left. Madeleine herself was in this on and off relationship with Zoe, whom she knew was terrible for her mental health given how manipulative and possessive she was. So who was she to push Asma to hurry up and escape from the woes caused by love? She stood up to get Asma some handkerchief and crouched again in front of her friend. « Please Asma, please. Don't ever think that you're not good enough. »

« ….If you say so. » She said, puffing her cheeks and wiping tears off of her face with the handkerchief. « I don't know... I mean, you're right, Irina isn't perfect but she's damn close to it. » She said, as she took her phone from her bag and started to search for pictures of Irina and showed them to Madeleine. « But look at her though, look at her! In real life, she's even prettier! »

« Asma! It doesn't work like that! Stop doing this! » She said as she removed the phone from her friend's hand and put it on her desk. «  Take a deep breath. Do you have some work today or not? »

« Not really. He's busy with her and hadn't given me any assignment so I suppose I'm free for an hour? » Madeleine grinned at her.

« Then you can chill at my office for an hour. I could use your help on some stuff, sit there. »

(TBC)

TVD: I want to live

Dear Diary,

I never thought I could start over again. My memories were stuck 800 years ago where the only thing my people could call a life was breathing. I never ceased to look past my shoulder anxiously expecting my past to catch me back. It never did, at least, not yet.

I spent centuries locked up in my ivory tower, looking at life slipping through my fingers as I cursed my curse. They punished me for helping the one who rescued me so many years ago and banished me from my coven for showing mercy and having a heart. How could you recover from this?

Funny isn't it, that the best advice I received came from the only friend I had. When I finally confronted him about our relationship only existing when he needed me and he advised me to go and see the world. The sound advice he gave me, I met Willa. A sweet girl with a mystery cloud above her head.She had the warmest smiles of all, I remember how captivating talking to her was, even if we only were talking about sweet nothings. It was the first real attempt at befriending someone I had. I also met several people at my shop, a young witch named Bonnie, her best friend Elena and the two infamous Salvatore Brothers. One, in particular, struck me: Damon.

We just had a drink, or more precisely, he drank and I sat in front of him. I felt his thirst but more importantly, I felt his pain. I don't know why I felt attracted to him, not the way you think. I mean, I don't think it was the tingle of desire. It couldn't be so soon after Elijah rejected me anyway, despite Damon having the best and brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. I would concede this. I wanted to soothe him. That's why I am. I try to fix people, soothe their pain, that's what I'm here for. That's the basis of my relationship with Elijah too. Well, okay it's more complicated than that with Elijah...

I read the books, that sometimes you are so deep in denial that you would try to fix on others what you should be fixing about you. I hurt. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm alone. I'm a mess that's for sure. I'm pessimistic about humanity, I don't trust vampires or werewolves except for Elijah and only because I owe him my life. I don't....live.

I survive. I've been surviving those past centuries but I want more than that. I saw Damon's pain on that night and Willa's too. I want to help them feel better. I want to mend their broken hearts. I want to fix them because I can't fix myself but I want to help.

I want to live.

TVD!Asma: a brand new world

Asma Jensen (TVD): A brand new world

A/N

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« Why are you doing this to me? I did nothing! I did nothing! »

Echoes of the past, screams, and tears. As she brewed the potion for Freyja, the white witch couldn't help but question her relationship with the Original. He saved her 800 years ago, from her master's brutality. A day which should have been horrific for her turned into celebration and freedom. Elijah and his siblings came into the plantation and slaughtered every master they could find. She would never forget the day she met the brunet. Her master was above her, ready to rip apart her clothes when he was beheaded with one swift motion of Elijah's hand and she was splattered with blood. Her terrified gaze set upon the man who simply left after he tossed around a handkerchief for her to use. She asked for his name, in a trembling voice and he gave it to her in exchange of hers. At this time, she didn't see him or his siblings kill the other masters or kill some of the slaves who witnessed their deaths. She didn't know they were vampires and truly believed they were gentlemen who simply righted the wrongs.

They met again, several years later when she grew up into a powerful white witch. Her coven was well hidden and extremely protective of one another. Always on the move until they would reach the kinder North where they would start all over again. It could have just seen it. The story of a witch who was saved by a vampire and who grew old and died. Unfortunately, life took a different turn. Elijah came back into her life, discovered she was a witch, almost accidentally since they were both in the same place. Once he was sure she indeed, was a witch, he came to her when Klaus found himself into another predicament and asked for her help. It was a shocker for the young woman who discovered that her savior was her sworn enemy. A vampire. Yet, she didn't hesitate and performed a counter-spell on Klaus that saved his life. A witch of her coven saw the whole scene and reported her to their supreme, who in turn punished the young Oya to eternal life.

« Since you love those freaks so much Oya, you're going to live like one. You would be cursed with eternal life, unable to bond with anyone in fear of watching them perish in front of you. You would never be loved. You would forever be alone! »

And she cursed her. Her hair turned pink, her chestnut eyes were now golden.. she was forever marked by the curse and couldn't hide, at least not at the very beginning. She had to be distant from other people, had to refrain from helping others and expose her witchcraft and spent very lonely centuries. Elijah was the only company she had and even his visits were very occasional. He always came to her because he needed her help. It always was a sibling or himself but she accepted it. She felt compelled to, because he did save her life and because she was meant to help others with her gifts. So today, when Elijah came to her because he needed a potion for his sister, she didn't complain. But she started to resent him.

Elijah walked around her shop as he always did. He enjoyed the way she organized the place. It was tidy, neat and it smelled good. She followed him with her golden orbs, allowing herself to remove her sunglasses when he was around because he knew her. She wanted to say something, ask him why he only came to her when he needed her help and not because he wanted to see her? She wanted to ask him how come she knew about his life, every single bit of it but he didn't ask about hers? She wanted to ask him what she meant for him but then realized it would be stupid to ask because she knew the answer. She came in handy. She owed him. She allowed him to have this relationship with her so she should put all the blame on herself, to begin with. He looked at her for a brief moment and smiled. Her knees became weak and she had to hold onto her table not to fall.

Her heart was knocking against her ribcage as she couldn't help but think he was quite attractive. Parts of her wished that he did came to her because he wanted to see her and see how she was doing, but in this age and year, she realized that it wasn't the case. Besides, as the two of them small talked, he mentioned yet again, Hayley. She noticed it in the way he said her name and the way his eyes gleamed that this Hayley had to be very special to him. It achieved to break her heart. Asma, as she called herself now was certain he probably heard the sound but wouldn't understand what that meant since they never talked about their relationship.

« The potion is almost ready. » She informed him until she took a deep breath and looked around for a trinket to rely on so she wouldn't feel as pathetic as she felt right now.

« Thank you, Oya. You're always so helpful and thoughtful. »

« It's... Asma now. Oya is dead Elijah. Dead from the very day I was cursed. » She mentioned to him with bitterness in her voice. He heard it well, and it did make him feel guilty. That was the reason he always came to her for help, so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't need anything and always she seemed to be well-off by herself. He lacked sensitivity to actually realize that she needed his company but not enough so he didn't see that he would have to play along and comfort her to keep her from turning against him and his family. He walked towards the witch and gently put a hand over hers.

« Asma, I apologize. I should have known better. » She looked up to him, to his tall frame and his glorious jaw. Her breathing became more labored and she chewed at her bottom lip.

« It must come in handy for you, that I am immortal. So you could have some white witch at your disposal for a quick potion, a difficult spell ?. » She sneered at him before she looked away from his face. « Look... Elijah, I'm just saying.... you could come over more often. I could really use some company. After all these centuries, I think I have deserved to spend some more time with you don't you think? »

« I wish I could stay longer, but always I do have an important matter to deal with. I am keeping in touch with you and have someone around to watch upon you. »

« I can handle myself very well Elijah. I am a witch, remember? I am not looking for protection. I am looking for....companionship. » She managed to say and yet still wasn't able to tell him how she truly felt for him. What was the point? He was smitten over that Hayley and if it wasn't Hayley it would be someone else like it used to be Katherine. He held her hands tighter and gave her one of his secret smiles. One that never failed to make her swoon.

« I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible and we could talk. Besides, if you're looking for companionship, I can certainly advise you to go out there and make friends. You can't spend your eternal life on your own. »

« I survived 800 years already. » She lost hope. At this point, he was basically telling her to see somewhere else for companionship. He meant well, she knew it, but it stung really hard that he'd rather have her meet other people than spending time with her. She faked a smile. « I can survive eternity on my own as long as nobody's troubling me. » Bullshit! She couldn't. Not anymore. 800 years were too much already and she cruelly needed companions. He knew that after having spied on her for so long so he simply smiled and kissed the top of her head, as he always did when she was grumpy.

« No. You can't. » She didn't move and simply glanced at her cauldron.

« It's ready. Let me put it in a bottle for you. » She said, fumbling around until she found the empty potion bottle she used to store her potion. « There. Freyja should not worry anymore, in a matter of hours she'll be back onto her feet. If she ever needs to learn new defensive spells, she can knock on my door anytime. » Her voice was heavy and he noticed but he simply smiled at her, took the potion and waved his goodbyes. She watched him leave her shop and closed behind him.

They had that complicated relationship she was perfectly aware of. One where she felt grateful he saved her life and he felt grateful she saved Klaus. He watched her, she always knew that, but he said it again as if to reassure her that he didn't just use her abilities to extricate himself or a loved one from a complicated situation. She watched him, by helping him with her spells and yes, they had small talks everytime he found her so they knew where each other were at with life but it ended there. It couldn't grow into anything else and she knew that.

Asma craved companionship, she craved to talk to others, have friends. Yes, Bonnie and Elena often came to her shop so Bonnie could be taught a few things about white magic and both could receive emergency help. But Bonnie was a fellow witch who didn't know the whole story and was busy helping vampires. Damon was handsome, really tortured more than her and there was the issue, or so they thought. He needed stability in his life, he needed a woman who would not be afraid to do crazy things and talk to him straight in the eye when he was straying away. Elena was that for her. Elena was different from Asma because she had friends, she had a life. Asma was still afraid to walk around and make contact because of her immortality. She already lost her family, her friends and even worse, her coven, some 800 years ago because she helped a vampire. So, if she couldn't help Damon why would she be around him? If she couldn't help Stefan how could she be around him? Or maybe she believed she couldn't help them because she never met them.

He urged her to trust herself and go out there, meet people, allow herself to become more than the scared little soul in her boutique. It was a sound advice he gave her and maybe the first step she would make to move on as well. She wanted to experience life, find love, feel safe and laugh and cry and love.. she wanted all of that and she was ready to get it. The pink haired witch grabbed her green bomber jacket and wrapped it around her long white summer dress. She would go out there and let fate decide for her!

(TBC)

Just like before -Katarina x Asma x Marcos-

Katarina and Marcos belong to my friends and respective owners C. and J. Asma belong to me. 

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She was sitting still on the chair, with her arms behind her back and her delicate hands entrapped with pearly beads. Her body was a work of art, one that Gaea was extremely proud of. He stared at her, with arms crossed over his chest while he was still holding the belt in his right hand, the very one that left red and hot marks on her soft skin.

A third player appeared and wrapped her arms around Death's waist. She kissed his shoulder blade and leaned her head against the hard and chiseled arm of her husband. It always was a game they loved to play together, the three of them. One where they could unleash their passion, blow some steam off, living their crazy fantasies. A moment none of them had enough lately, so when Asma finally visited the couple, they took the opportunity and soon clothes flew off, hands were tied up and feelings intensified.

"How do we begin?" -She asked, licking her glossy red lips as she played with the leather belt-

"I have a pretty good idea Vixxsin. She's ripe."

"Ohhh... I see.." She planted another kiss on his shoulder, leaving her red imprint on him as she walked towards the young woman with pink hair that was waiting on the stool. She was arching her back to expose her best assets and pretended not to be ready for what was coming next while she actually was begging for it. Elise bent slightly forward and grabbed her chin. "My.. my.. my.. what took you so long to come visit us?"

"......I don't know. Maybe I wanted to build things up to this moment? What do you think? Have I been a bad girl?" She mischievously asked, pouting a little bit, while her dark-haired lover grabbed her cheeks, ever so softly.

"I think you've been very very bad... very very bad."

The Walking dead: life after Z

(The Walking Dead) : Life after Z.

A/N: just trying out a new profile for Asma. This one is similar yet different from the others. She's human, of course, she has a dark past, she has her issues but she's not a bad person. She's a survivor and she is determined to stay alive, even if it means killing people. I retell the day she encountered those she calls Z. (for Zombies obviously) TWD belongs to its owners.

Three years later.

She parked her bike in the middle of the street and glanced back at her group of three partners who were riding an old Impala. The night would soon fall and they needed to find a shelter, right there, in the middle of the road. They didn't see Zs walking around in miles so there was little to no chance to have any during the night, but who knew? These things never rested, they didn't need to. They didn't need to stop by and drink or something. They were dead. Dead for good. Three years could change a man and she certainly did change. She developed quite a nice taut figure, with strong arms and abs, and strong legs. She became more efficient in hunting and fighting. Her hair was always neatly braided and turned into a high bun. While she still had her baseball bat, now stylized with barbwire, the former timid young woman had a pair of guns on each side of her torso, a smaller gun attached to her ankle, two knives attached on each side of her legs and a couple of grenades in her bag.

« I suggest we keep driving for another couple of miles, we're not far away from the nearest city. »

« And do some clean-up there Amelia? I'm sorry but I'm very sore. We all are. We've been fighting non-stop since we left Denver. We should stop here tonight, take turns to watch out for Zs, and then go back. »

Amelia Soto was the second woman in the group. She was Eurasian, with very short black hair, cut into pixie hair, deep green eyes, a tongue piercing, and a bunch of tattoos on her back. She was fond of guns and was always carrying around a sniper rifle, two uzis, and a couple of grenades as well She was quite older than Asma, almost 38 years old, but was well versed in mechanics and was the one tasked to start over cars and repair any machines they could encounter, which came in handy at times. She trusted Asma after the latter found her at the beginning of the Zs awakening and protected her until they found enough equipment and a car to run away.

« You're the boss. If you think we can stay here, then I'm good with it. » She replied to the pink-haired lady who leaned her chin at the back of her hand. Asma glanced at the tall lean man who left the car.

« What do you think Hamid? » She asked. He was wearing glasses and had short black hair and bronze skin. His eyes were brown and he was sporting a light goatee. Unlike the girls who had no problem using guns, he was more fond of blades and was sporting a French rapière. and a hunting knife he always kept on his back. He used to take fancy classes before the Zs awoke and spent most of his life leaving at home and providing internet services from there. He was a fine tactician and very often suggested Asma's ideas of how to handle some situations, especially when they had to cross a city and there were other groups of survivors. He was the second to join their group after Amelia saved him from a certain death. Both were sharing a special bond that was hard to define. They occasionally had sex, but both knew there was something more to their relationship than casual intercourse. Yet, with the Apocalypse falling upon you, they didn't quite know what to do with it.

« We can stay for the night. We would need to leave as soon as the sun rises though if we want to reach out to the other city, find a decent shelter, and clean the place. »

« Yeah... I knew I had a good idea. » Replied the pink-haired lady with a grin.

The second man to leave the car was Abel. He was a huge German man, with broad shoulders and a face that could make Captain America jealous. He truly was handsome but was barely aware of it. He was developing growing feelings for Asma who didn't seem to be aware of them and therefore didn't have the chance to return or reject them. Soft-spoken, sweet, and always willing to help, he was the perfect guy for all the heavy work. He used to work at a « moving » company and could lift a lot of heavy furniture a day. He also was fond of guns and used very heavy ones. He owned two Smith and Wesson and a magnum 357 but usually only used it when it became very hot and dangerous for the crew. And usually, on humans, for he couldn't waste the bullets on mere creatures. He was among the first to witness the appearance of the Zs and survived long enough in his zoo (hunting and eating the animals trapped there until there was nothing left. He then met the group when they were trying to hunt in the zoo and joined them so he wouldn't be alone.) Asma smiled at him as he was starting to unpack their tents and help Amelia and Hamid prepare theirs as well as preparing his and Asma's.

« I don't know though. We'd be very vulnerable to any humans trying to cross by. I don't really trust this road. » Complained the last man on board. He was shorter than the statuesque Abel but still taller than little Asma, the shortest of the group. He was lean but muscular, as only a Tae Kwon Do Blackbelt could be. He was a handsome Korean named Jae Do San and actually a martial artist and teacher who found himself kicking his way out of the Zs when they awoke. He ran into a group who was simply driving through his city and offered his help in exchange for whatever good they could give him. He still carried around a small Beretta and a knife but was more efficient with his powerful legs.

« We'll do with what we have for the night. If you can't sleep, you can still watch after us. » teased Amelia before Asma stood up and helped Abel finish her tent.

They quickly settle down and started a fire to grill their meat and get a little bit of heat in the colder temperatures they have to deal with. For a moment there was a soothing silence. The kind that forces people to remember a moment in their life and maybe start a philosophical conversation about the meaning of it all. Asma was lost in her thoughts, she remembered that after she grabbed Amelia, they both went back to her house for supplies and the realization that her parents actually didn't survive the Zpocalypse traumatized the young woman. Once again she lost everything but in her misery she found something. A new hope. A new family. They have been loyal for three years, doing anything they could to protect each other and the young woman knew that she wouldn't bear losing one of them. She was dependent on them, emotionally speaking, going as far as sleeping with each of them, in an attempt to recreate some « family » bond. The void inside of her grew wider and became heavier as time went by and she was more than ever in need again.

Nobody realized and Amelia might have had some hints but they never spoke of it. They barely spoke of their pasts, if it wasn't related to their job. How funny and tragic it is that when Apocalypse finally happens, the only thing people want to know about you is what you can do. Asma played with her bat, swinging it in her hand before she munched on her meat.

« I remember... I miss chocolate cakes. » She finally said to the startled audience who looked at each other before Abel, Hamid, and Jae started to laugh and Amelia chuckled. « What? It's not funny! I really do miss a big good chocolate cake! Mom used to bake me one, whenever I came to her with a broken heart..she always told me, «  A good chocolate cake can mend the most broken heart. » »

« And is your heart broken? » Asked Hamid, curious and bemused by her words. She shook her head and shrugged.

« I miss the taste. My heart can't be broken.. it had already been a long while ago you know. » She said while taking another bite of meat.

« What do you mean? » Asked Amelia with a curious look on her face. Asma tilted her head to the side and shrugged.

« My mom was a crackhead. She abandoned me when I was five because she couldn't afford to feed me... I learned what starving truly means. » She trailed off and took one last bite of her meat, leaving only the bones she kept munching on. They all looked at each other in utter shock and then looked at Asma who was still eating. « There's no need to feel sorry guys. Just eat, don't waste it's all I'm asking for. »

« How could we remain calm? Your mom really did.. wait, so the woman we saw when we went to your house ? » started the Eurasian, but Asma shook her head.

« My mom.. foster mom if you prefer, but to me, she's my mom. She's the first person to ever give me love... her and Dad. It's just..... it's not very pleasant to remember the life before I met the Jensens... » She furrowed her brows and grabbed her baseball bat. « But all I need to remember is to swing this bat. I'm pretty good at it ain't I? »

« Yeah! I was wondering if you were a professional or something! » Jae wanted to switch the topic, it was becoming too heavy for all of them and thankfully, she switched and flashed a large grin on her lips.

« Nope! But Dad showed me how to do it. I used to paint before the Zs awoke. I was about to exhibit for the first time, I was just paid a large amount of money. It's no use today.. money... how weird and ironic. I was struggling to find money, to become someone and now.. it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter at all. I live the life I used to live before, except it's more dangerous.. even more than when I was on the streets. » She sighed and looked up. « But I believe we can make it all. Alive and well. We can build a new life out there... we just need to go to... Washington. I heard they were working on a cure. »

« Washington? It's still quite a lot of road but.. we can make it. »

« Do you believe in this ? » asked a suspicious Abel. « I'm not sure there is a cure. I believe it's what God sent us, a punishment of some sort. »

« A punishment? If you were so confident in what you were saying, then why are you here with us? Why do you try to survive ? » said Hamid in a mocking tone. « It's not punishment. it's a test. »

« I disagree. » started Abel

« A test ? » cut short Amelia. « Are you fucking serious? A test? It's not a test! It's our fault! We, human beings. I'm sure it's one of the government experiments gone wrong! »

« I disagree! It's not a test and it's not our fault! I believe it's God's way to have us repent for our sins. I am with you because I want to repent. »

« You? Repent ? » asked Asma with a couple of blinks. « What do you have to repent for? You are nothing but sweetness. »

« I wasn't always sweet. » He simply trailed off, before they heard a noise. It wasn't walkers because they would have heard them arrive miles away, no, it was swift. It could either be an animal or a man. Asma grabbed her bat and clenched it.

Asma concept clothes 2

dress 9: Asma is wearing her hair in a high ponytail, on her neck a golden choker with an included chain and her emblem as a pendant. black wirstband, blue denim bloomrs, black tank top and black boots :) it's her casual look. She could accessoirize with round golden earrings or just leave her ears naked.

dress10: her current superhero costume. Her golden emblem on her chest, the navy blue pieces of armour on her belly, the white/silverish unitard with long-sleeves. the yellow sash and the blue boots with her golden emblem on. On top of her outfit, you have some blue fabric around her turtleneck, her shoulders and a little bit of her arms. normally her hair is wild and exposes her forehead but most of the time she wears it down.

dress 11:It's another royal dress. She would wear it when she goes to Asgard. She wears a simplified golden version of her headset, . the dress itself is red and gold. Around her neck there are golden sequins as well as around her thighs where a x is shaped. around her shoulders (and she's wearing shoulder pads) there are one golden chain. her shoes are red stilettos and she could accessoirize with a red cape.

dress 12: Asgardian Outift: it is the outfit designed by Tony Stark so she could stand the harsh temperatures of Asgard during the AA plot. It is a grey coat with fur on top of it, a white leather-ish bathing suit (with laced arabesques on the bottom ) and leather white boots and white armbands with fur on each ends. she wears golden pearls and a golden buckle around her waist as well as three/four lines or golden pearls around her neck. her hair is usually split in the middle. 

dress 13: her famous white/blue superheroine outfit.  usually wears her hair on the side. It's a white bathing suit with a boob window and blue bits at the bottom. long white thigh-length boots. Yellow sash, black wristbands, white with golden arabesques armbands.

dress 14:  this is an outfit that has been used in alternate versions of her. (ie: DC universe). her costume is made of a purple bathing suit. There is a piece of see-through fabric that goes all the way around her back and connects to the  golden choker around her neck. she wears black wristbands and white bandages around her arms. Her feet are exposed but she wears some kind of leather  purple boots with golden emblem. her hair is wild and usually floating around her head.

dress 15: casual mini-skirt. she doesn't frenquently wears afro, but when she does she usually wears a black bolero and a black mini-skirt. Black ballerinas and a white thin stripped top.  Asma loves mini-skirts but she doesn't wear it as often as she'd like because most of the time she wears her superhero outfit.

dress16:  sexy tux! she never had the possibility to wear this outfit, but she is dying to do so! it's a high-waist white bloomers with a tuxedo-inpired tee-shirt and black shiny shoes with an ankled band.  she wears her hair very short (maybe after she cut them)  it's very sweet and lovely and she would flaunt her perfect figure in these. Or maybe it's just a what if costume :)