Elpis x Pride: Resolve

The pink haired goddess stared at her reflection. The long pink locks that framed her perfect face cascaded on her back and fell onto her chest. Her eyes averted from the mirror to the dress that was laying on the bed. Pride had a minion deliver his first gift to the goddess. He might have been busy planning his next move on his siblings, he still wanted his « guest » to feel welcomed. The dress was a thing of beauty, adorned with golden threads and sequins around her chest, a very deep cleavage that was the only uncovered part of her outfit. It was form fitting and she knew that once she would put the dress on, it would flatter her figure. The dress in itself wasn't the problem, the fact Pride had it delivered by a minion wasn't either. It was the realization that nothing would ever be the same that was still hard to accept. A truth she refused to acknowledge, Her beloved was gone. There was nothing left of him, nothing but memories of them that bore no meaning for the new king of Hell.

She shuddered, her eyes still wet from the tears she refused to shed and ran her hand through the pink locks of hers. Her beloved was no more, but the burning love she had for him survived. How could she reconcile his 'death' when another version of him was still alive and very well determined to conquer the whole universe? How could she move forward, when there was nothing left for her, no comfort to take in the situation she was experiencing....no more love. Was Ayasha right to claim that she knew nothing about feelings? Was she right to say that it was a weakness that would consume her? Was she... Elpis held back a sob and lowered her head. Love? A weakness? If love was a weakness then she wouldn't have survived her curse. She wouldn't have retained her sanity 2000 years later. She wouldn't have. Curling her fingers into fists, she punched the mirror, breaking its glass and cutting herself deep enough to draw blood. It stung, badly. It hurt so much that she pinched her lips together and muffled a moan. It stung but she felt relief. The snarl turned into a grin as she stared at the crimson liquid run down her fingers and onto the table.

She would take her time. After all, revenge was a dish served cold and she would patiently wait for her moment to shine. The dreams she had, those dreams where she would bathe in the golden blood of her sworn enemy, Ayasha, filled her mind again. She would beg, oh she would beg for mercy. She would try and run away but Elpis would never let her go. Her death would take time because the pink haired goddess wanted her to feel the despair and the fear she felt when Ishtar stabbed her. Her smirk grew bigger and she licked her finger, tasting her own blood while her eyes turned into golden pools of light. There was a thin line between Hope and Despair, between good and evil and while Elpis was neutral, when rightfully angry, she was a force to reckon with. She stood up and walked towards the bed, where the dress was laid on and took another glance at it. This new Pride was putting her off, mostly because her mind was still resisting the truth and she was not done mourning, but he was not so different from the creature she fell in love with.

His own darkness resonated with hers, and since it was the only thing they had in common for now, she was going to exploit it. She was going to make the best of it, she would learn to like him, she would learn to love him...she would know him. That would require efforts on her part and acceptance from him, but maybe it could work. She patted her heart and clenched her fist. It had to work. If she could at least give him all the love she had for him, then her punishment would not have been in vain. Her eyes quickly filled themselves with unshed tears. A black dress, how fitting! She knew it was more of an aesthetic choice, but she would wear it as a mourning gown. She would carry her pain through her looks and try and move on. But could she ?.... Could she truly recover from the fatal blow Ayasha and Ishtar gave her? Or didn't they give her an opportunity to start over? After all, she wasn't the naive young goddess she used to be. She wasn't kept on a leash like she used to; She had her own agenda she would push through and goals she would achieve. The destruction of the Primeval Gods Pantheon was the absolute priority, alongside with getting to know this new Pride.

-TBC-

Doya : Dance like no one is watching.

Doya : Dance like no one is watching.

A/N : I love you <3

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The last two weeks were hard on them: innocent people they couldn't save, monsters they shouldn't have killed, Castiel who once again was having troubles with his fellow angels and Sam who was bitter. The war room was filled with negative energy as all of them were cranky and sour. Oya was rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes were tired of reading the news so she stood up. She stood up and ran to the bedroom she shared with Dean. He barely noticed she was gone, for he was focused on searching another case, anything that could take his full attention. She quietly came back to the war room with speakers in her hand. Dean lifted his head from the papers and watched as she plugged the speakers to her phone, put them on the table and pressed play on the playlist on her phone.

« What are you,,,, » He couldn't finish his sentence as the first notes of ' Eyes of the tiger' hit and he watched as Oya started to dance silly.

« Come on. All of you! Enough of the sad faces and the cranky mood. We're going to dance! »

« I don't want to dance. » -Sam replied, with his palm holding onto his face.-

« You will dance. Come on. I am as cranky as all of ya'll. I am as angry as all of ya'll, but we can't keep going like that. » She said as she started to jump and let loose.

Dancing had always been a way for the hunter to relieve herself. For a minute, her mind would be in synch with the music, focused only on feeling the lyrics or enjoying the tune. It worked better when there was a lot of bass in the song but Eye of the Tiger had that energy about it that worked well too. She jumped around, air guitared and shook her head as the song came out, her voice rocked on and it was enough to catch the boys attention. Maybe she was right? Maybe dancing and singing could actually make them feel a little better? What else was there to do anyway? They were mopping around, literally blaming themselves for all the failures of the last two weeks. Oya was chuckling to herself and visibly, it seemed to be working since she was one of the crankiest people in the war room just a minute ago.

Dean stood up and walked to Oya who was still shaking her head and air guitaring. He grinned and started to tap his foot on the floor. Then his head started to swing and in a matter of a minute, he too was headbanging and air guitaring. She smiled at him and moved her hand towards him so they would be dancing together. Sam and Castiel looked at them and noticed the smirk on Dean's face as he was finally giving into the song. Sam felt his foot tap against the floor and shrugged. Oya won, like always. She was right, after all, they needed a break, so he stood up and joined in. Castiel looked at the three of them having fun, dancing to the song carefree and awkwardly and he decided to join. He didn't care about music, he didn't even care about dancing but he wanted to be with them. So he danced. He awkwardly moved his body, encouraged by a pumped up Oya who came closer to dance with him. They were having fun and for the first time in a couple of weeks, they weren't mopping around anymore. It down on Dean, that Oya was truly something different. To have her help change their mood like that was something very few people were able to do. Bobby would scold them, Charlie would take them to an adventure and Oya would make them dance and feel better about themselves.

She was giving each and every one of them some attention, was smiling at them and ended up hugging each and one of them until the song ended. She wrapped her arms around Dean's waist and looked up to his face. A smile crept on her lips and he bent forward to kiss her. Oya grinned and as she was catching her breath, the ebony hunter heavily breathed. It was a little nothing, something to help the mood get better but it was necessary. They needed to breathe and laugh and love and feel whole again. Her own mood improved as she was smiling again.

«See? We needed that break. » -She told Dean. As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

« I guess you were right. » He teased her with, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

« I am always right. We were defeated but we'll get back on our feet, okay? Dean, we'll work cases again and we'll save people this time. Sam...Sam, you gotta talk to us too. »

« I'm not sure you can help. » He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

« Are you kidding me? You've got that look on your face, a look we all had at least once. We're the best people you can talk to because we know what you've been through. We can help... we can listen... I can listen to you, so spill the tea whenever you are ready. We'll be there for you. » She stated before her eyes averted from Sam to Castiel.

« I'm not sure you can help me. »

« I'm sure we can. We always fuck up when we push the others away, so let's not do this. If we have to knock some sense into those sons of bitches, so would we. But together. »

«Yeah, she's right Cas. We'll do this together. » Dean repeated while his arms held tightly onto Oya.

« Together. » Sam repeated, with a faint smirk on his lips. She was right and that little dance they just shared lifted their spirits, at least, enough for them to pull their heads off of the gutter.

« Together. » Castiel claimed too.

While his face kept a stoic expression on, His heart was filled with sudden warmth. He wasn't alone and he wouldn't have to face this situation alone as he had planned at first. Oya and the Winchesters were with him and were willing to fight by his side. His fights with his siblings would eventually end and they would find a solution. He knew he still had to prove himself to them, mostly because they still had not moved on from the fact he forced angels to fall. He wouldn't be alone and it was all that mattered.

-TBC-

Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

A/N: Just wanted them to go at it a little bit :p a little banter between those two messed-up kids.

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« It is almost time, your grace. »

Tyrion's voice broke the silence that had settled in the dining room of the palace of Winterfell. Cersei had already sent her men to march on Winterfell and it had been decided that Jon Snow and Daenerys armies would meet them halfway. Bäahal had a hard time recovering from the trauma she got from the war against the night King, and it was enough to impact on her personality. Lord Varys, Missandei and even Jon Snow noticed how different she was since their return. She put distance between her and the others as if all the efforts she had made prior to the war had vanished. Her own sister had to take her to Rhaegal and Drogon so she wouldn't lose her connection to Viserion's brothers. Reconnecting with them had proven to be harder than she expected.

« I know, Lord Tyrion.....I am ready I guess. »

« You guess? » He repeated as he walked towards her and grabbed the chair that was on her right.

«  I /know./ » She corrected herself, as her purple hues finally set upon him and she nodded quietly. Her tongue spoke faster than she thought, as words escaped from her lips before she could process her own thoughts. She wasn't ready, it was obvious to the eye. « What about you? »

How could she be? When Daenerys took her to her sons, Bäahal was terrified of seeing them again. It wasn't the fact they were dragons or impressed her, no, it was the fact she would remember what she lost. She would see only two of them and would automatically try and reach out to her own dragon, to the departed third of the trio. And she knew it would break her heart again because Viserion was dead. The spot he had in her heart was left empty and the surviving dragons noticed how sad their aunt was. In a moment that was out of this world, Rhaegal came closer to Bäahal and leaned the tip of his snout against her hand, nudging it a little bit so she would know he was trying to comfort her. Drogon came closer as well, him who usually would look from afar. He let the tip of his tail wrap around her slender and small frame. Loosely enough so she wouldn't be crushed by his strength. And it was enough to make the princess cry her soul out, but it was necessary. They let her pet them and she finally confessed to Daenerys how horrible it had been for her to lose Viserion and how traumatic fighting the war against the Night King had been to her too.

« As ready as I can be. » He replied quietly as he sat on the empty chair near the princess. « Tomorrow we fight my siblings. »

« You have a lot to lose. » She glanced at him as he sat down on the chair and untangled the arms she had against her chest. « You have the most to lose... »

« I made a choice a long time ago. »

« You chose to /survive/. Fighting your family was /never/ part of the deal. » the silver-haired princess sneered at him,

« I /killed/ my father. » -He reminded her, his voice raising a little bit-

As surprising as it was, Tyrion felt each and every word she said as if she was stabbing him with a knife.Bäahal read into him like she would a book. Yes, he cared for his family, despite his allegiance to Daenerys, he still wanted to save his people. He was split in two between his love for his siblings -even Cersei- and his loyalty to Daenerys. He was blinded by his confidence in his skills to ensure everyone's safety and survival and it ended up with Daenerys burning up her enemies after she almost killed his foolish brother. She wouldn't have any mercy now that the war was declared and neither Cersei or she would back down until the other was dead. There was no prisoner in this war...only death was at the corner.

« You killed him because he wanted you dead. » She snapped at him quietly. « You wouldn't dare kill Jaime or even Cersei with your bare hands. You could have tried to, you could have gone to her room and end her life right there when you broke free but you took your father's instead. You love your siblings, no matter what you try to convince yourself with, you /love/ them. »

« I am loyal to the queen. »He claimed, his eyes now staring at the princess. She was attacking him, questioning him and his readiness to lead the battle Daenerys would start. How dare she turn the tables on him? Tyrion was certain on a lot of things in his life, he knew he was in love with the queen and at the same time crystallized his very raison d'être on her. He knew he wanted her to succeed and would do whatever it takes to ensure her victory. He also knew he loved his siblings and didn't want them dead.

« So you claim. But if she commanded you to kill Cersei would you kill her? » She furrowed her brows and looked at him intensely, her eyes almost gleamed as she was teasing the Hand of her sister.

« Would you kill my brother if she ordered you to? » He asked back. The question was easy to ask, almost at the corner of his lips as soon as she started to be defensive. Bäahal knew she would try to but wouldn't be able to end his life. The more she thought of it, the more she realized she might not be able to, regardless of how many lives she had already taken. Lord Jaime meant too much for her to eventually go through with the order. Silence settled between the two of them as their heated conversation came to a stop. They looked at each other and held each other's gazes for a while before the princess cleared her throat and relaxed her shoulders.

« I would try my best to do what is required from me. » -She sighed and tapped her fingers against the table. She wasn't able to give him a straight answer and Tyrion knew he would be giving her the very same.

« As would I. » He replied before he took a deep breath. « I didn't come here to argue with you princess, but it seems that our conversations always end up with an argument. » He sounded tired and disappointed in the turn of events, which the princess could understand. She felt the same.

« I didn't want to argue with you.... » -She held onto his hand and squeezed gently. « I don't want to. »

«Then let's drink. » He said as he fetched himself a glass of wine.

« Let's talk instead. I have plenty to discuss with you. » She admitted.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Hope was restored.

Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Hope was restored.

A/N : How did Ayasha and Ishtar react when Elpis was set free? Well, let's find out. just following our storyline, Babe <3 

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« No... »

Ayasha eyes grew wide and she curled her fingers into fists as she felt the energy signature of her little sister. It couldn't be mistaken with another one, this bright and powerful energy that spread on Earth like wildfire. The golden-skinned goddess ran towards the fountain of Truth in order to see it with her own two emerald eyes. She couldn't breathe and she felt her throat tighten at the thought of Elpis being free. The fountain was glowing, and the brightness almost blinded the goddess of Knowledge who squinted her eyes to be able to see through the mirror. She couldn't see anything for the fountain couldn't locate Elpis, but she saw the impact the awakening of the goddess had on Earth. She saw the hearts and minds of humans change and fill up with Hope. She recognized her sister's essence and it brought her to her knees.

« NO !! NO !!!!! » She held onto the fountain.

Ishtar crossed the front door, alarmed by what he felt too. They had already talked about the possibility of Elpis being set free by the Sin but counted on him being undone by Hades to eventually not care about their sister. It was a long shot but there was a chance that Pride would never want to set Elpis free since he was so hell-bent on destroying gods. They were proven wrong ! Now their sister was alive and her curse was lifted and both Ayasha and Ishtar felt her bloodlust as she manifested herself in this plane of existence. She was coming for them and she wouldn't even need to convince the Sin to fight by her side. Ayasha let an inhuman sound escape from her lips, a mix of a painful cry and an angry roar that pierced through Ishtar's ears. He was silently watching his sister, the words of his fallen brother still ringing in his head. Was Ayasha playing him like a damn feeble? Or was she genuine? Did she orchestrated the fall of their Pantheon and used him as a weapon to eliminate their sister or did she truly believe it was for the good of all Primeval gods? It was hard to tell, espêcially not when he was seeing her react to the awakening of Elpis.

« NO !!! NO! Elpis! » She screamed, her emerald orbs scanning the floor and the fountain. Her mind wasn't back in its place as rage-filled it and she wasn't in control? She grabbed rubble with her bare hands and was ready to throw it at the fountain when a strong hand held her wrist. She gasped and turned her head so she could see her brother's unreadable face. For a minute, she lost her composure and her lips quivered as she knitted her eyebrows. « Ishtar... »

« I know. » Was all he could say. He had never seen his sister like this, enraged beyond reasons, disheveled and with her beautiful green eyes injected with blood. Circumstances could explain her reaction to the awakening. After all, He was supposed to kill Elpis and he didn't. Now, because of this moment of weakness, she was about to bring those Sins to their door. « Ayasha,,. » He whispered as she started to pound her fists against his broad chest. Bless his soul, he wasn't reading her mind, because if he was, he would see a maelstrom of thoughts, and among them, the truth behind her every move. He would see the true face of his sister, the ugly face of Knowledge used for power and selfishness and it would crush his soul because Ishtar would finally realize that Leviathan, the brother he so deeply hated, was right.

« She's coming for us Ishtar... She's coming... » She gathered her thoughts and regained her composure. Ishtar was there and she was going to turn this bad news into something better. « And she's angry. »

« I will face her and those so-called sins. I am not afraid of Hades' creations. Why would I be when I am the All-Father? »

Khaos preceded all those other gods, he preceded Hades and he preceded the Sins. He was a being of extraordinary power and while Ishtar was in no way near his level, he still was a threat. He would have been unrivaled if it wasn't for the sins which had powers that could exceed that of a god. They were able to corrupt their minds, manipulate their emotions and worst of all, they had god-killing weapons...Well, Pride did. Elpis was a threat too, and while he didn't voice his concerns about his estranged sister, Ishtar knew she was a force to reckon with. She destroyed a very strong and ancient pantheon by herself, out of pettiness. What could happen when she was motivated by anger and a thirst for revenge? He dreaded facing her again, seeing her gorgeous face look at him with disappointment and disgust.

« She was supposed to be DEAD! » Ayasha spat at him, her fists stopped pounding against his chest as she tried to remove herself from him. « /None/ of this would have happened if you had done your /mission/! »

« I /failed/you! I know that Ayasha. How many times would I have to apologize for showing compassion to Elpis? »

«Compassion? Compassion? You dare call this compassion? You are in love with her, always have been. Don't you remember calling her name when you were fucking me? » She rubbed salt on his open wound, turning tables on him so he wouldn't even question the fact /she/ sent him on this mission. Her venom worked on him and had Isthar release her wrist and lower his head. She turned on her heels and bared her back at him for dramatic effect and also because she didn't want him to catch up with her true emotions.

« We have to get rid of her before they come to our doors. » He stated, his tone still apologetic to Ayasha, who he thought he hurt. Her emerald eyes scanned the area, the rubbles of the old divination sanctum, where Ayasha would consult the fountain and find out what was happening in any realm or plane of existence. It still retained the peaceful atmosphere that allowed for the goddess to plan everything and an epiphany crossed her mind.

« We might not even have to wait until she comes to our door. She is free and her memory is still anchored to the past. Everything changed, and while Hope filled the heart of humans, they have been living for millennia without it. They would not worship her as they used to...She can't possibly be as strong as she used to be. »

« What about her alliance with the sin? »

Ayasha's face was smiling, happy because she realized she found a way to neutralize her sister. She was still able to stop her before Elpis managed to come to the Elder's realm. What pleasure it would be to actually crush her sister's mind and soul before she crushed her body. The Sin would provide the much-needed help without them having to lift a finger. Pride would disappoint Elpis. He would break her heart and along with it, the desire to get revenge. She would lose everything and along with it, the will to live. How could she survive such betrayals? How could she keep her will to live? She couldn't and Ayasha was counting on it. And her face that was stricken with fear and anger was now smiling. Her eyes found their natural gleam and she turned around to face her brother. She wiped her tears off of her face and walked towards her brother who welcomed her with a tight embrace.

« It is going to break. Pride isn't the same as he used to be and Elpis is going to learn the hard truth. She is going to be disenchanted and you know how our sister can be a little extreme with her emotions. Pride will break her and he can even potentially kill her if she proves to be a nuisance to him. There is no way he would feel the way he did before Hades unmade him. There is no way he can believe he's in love with her, there is no connection anymore, nothing... but dried tears and bittersweet memories. Elpis will break and she will die, alone. »

Ishtar smiled at his sister, now that the blonde goddess finally found her strive back, he wouldn't mess with it. She was smiling and had a plan, which in turn reassured him because his mind was too clouded to eventually think about the situation. The shock was gone and soon, Elpis would be too.

-TBC-

Elpis and Pride : Underworld Blues

Elpis and Pride: Underworld Blues

A/N: Finally, after so long, our goddess is finally free <3 This would take place right after the scene we're writing. <3

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As soon as the sin left his chambers, the goddess stood back up. Her legs were still too weak to support her newly formed body, but she stubbornly tried to take a step forward. She stumbled but kept going. One step..two steps before she fell onto the floor and started to wail. The reality was cruel and cold just like the Sin she met after 2000 years spent locked in human vessels. He wasn't her beloved, at least, not from the inside. His perfect physical form remained the same as she remembered, up to the way he liked to style his hair but his core, what made Superbia who he was, had changed. Well...not really. He was a worse version of the Sin she encountered all those millennia ago. A version that knew nothing but cruelty and a never-ending appetite. How cold he was when she kissed him, despite his curiosity about her, she could feel he wasn't really into it. He kissed her back as if he was discovering her for the first time, forever tainting this first kiss into nothing else but a failed attempt at connecting to him.

But the words he used hurt her the most. The truth was his secret weapon... She realized that he wasn't the one she once loved and it brought her excruciating pain. Pride was gone, the one she knew and loved. Everything was gone, everyone who truly loved her...killed by her enemies. She was left with nothing, no one to rely on. No one to spend the rest of her immortality with. Despair choked the goddess who couldn't seem to be able to stop crying. Her tears and screams echoed through the chambers and her sadness fueled the always hungry Underworld and resonated with the tortured souls of this realm. The silent walls of the Castle listened to her pain, welcomed it and strengthened it as she cried her all. The beautiful goddess cried until she couldn't make a sound anymore. Her throat was burning, white streaks covered the black sclera of her eyes, her hair was spread on the floor like pink snakes, Her fingers slowly stroked the floor she was laying on before she curled her fingers into fists. Hades was no more so she couldn't take her revenge on him, but her family was still standing. Pride made it sound like he would be the one dealing with Ayasha and Ishtar but Elpis could never just stand by and watch him take what was hers.

Flashes of an older and happier time crossed her mind as she remembered the hugs and the kisses of the sin. She remembered how safe she felt with him and how much his ambition fueled hers. He was inspiring her, he was motivating her to become more than just the sweet and loving sister she always was. He talked about crowning her queen and making her live the life she was meant to live. He always saw the truth about her and yes, he might have been an asshole, he still cared for her. He cared for her...and she lost this, that special connection she had with the sin. And why? Because of jealous siblings? Because of Hades who couldn't control his sin anymore? Elpis screamed as she pushed herself back onto her feet, anger now running through her veins. She survived because of Pride, scratched her seal and waited for him to set her free from her curse because of her love for him. Now that she was free, she would do anything to avenge her beloved. Hope became Despair, anger-fueled with Love washed through her body. She was determined to destroy anything that stood in her way and until she learned more about this new version of her beloved, anger was the last crutch that was helping her stand on her two feet so she would keep using it. She would keep standing.

-TBC-

Doya: We can't always win

Doya: We can't always win

A/N: A small nothing, because I thought of our babies. 

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Dean came back from his last mission with Sam and found Oya in their room, training as she always did. However, he realized that she had been training for way too long as her fists were blood-soaked, and her bandages were stained with blood. He noticed the fresh scars on her back and shoulder blades, barely covered by her sports bra and the few elements she broke in the room, such as a picture of her, Dean took a while ago and had framed for the both of them. Something went wrong. The Winchester dropped his bag -the noise didn't even alert the hunter- and quickly walked towards Oya.

« Oya... » He announced himself, so she wouldn't be startled by his presence near her. She nodded but kept kicking the air. « What the hell, Oya? » He said loudly, forcing the petite hunter to stop kicking and finally notice him.

The pain slowly crept back into her brain, making her painfully aware of how exhausted she was and how overworked her body was. She dropped her head and closed her eyes. Dean came closer and grabbed both arms of the woman. Worried sick, he shook her up before she opened her eyes again and set them on him. She was upset, he could tell by the way she was stiff and her eyes were red from tears she probably shed when he wasn't here. He could see regret in her eyes, and guilt, the very same he felt when Bobby died and it was enough for him to know that her last mission went awfully wrong. People died. She shook her head, unable to speak through pain and gently laid her head against his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. She relaxed against his chest and sniffled. Oya rarely cried but he knew she needed to vent, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he let her weep against him, his left hand found a way into her heavy black locks while his right one was holding her into place.

He was here, so she could stop beating herself for the death of these kids she wasn't able to protect. How could she defeat a demon this strong, on her own? Her crippling fear of those creatures already made casualties she would never be able to get over with. Kids... she let kids die -well, she was bested by the demon but it still felt as if she was the one who let it happens. Dean shrugged and gently planted kisses on top of her head as he wanted to comfort her. He knew she was having a hard time, not just because of the bruises and the dried blood on her body, but also because she wasn't even talking to him. It was unlike Oya to not greet him, even when the day was tough and the hunt was difficult, she always said something. Today she simply couldn't and he knew that her trauma was bigger than she let on. She had to watch the worst happen, she had to take it personally and make herself responsible for the catastrophe. He knew she was blaming herself for failing, just like he would. As the petite hunter sobbed against the taller man, he gently walked her to the bed where he laid her on her back, carefully making sure she wasn't hissing in pain or too uncomfortable given her bruises. She did snarl, but when he tried to leave the bed in order to get her something more comfortable to wear or lay on, she held his arm and shook her head. Oya couldn't care about comfort as long as Dean was with her. So he changed his mind and laid next to her.

They remained there in silence, with him stroking her arms while she wept against him. It pained him to see her this distraught, but he knew that the best he could do in a moment like this one was to be there with her. Words couldn't mend broken hearts, but actions could. His warmth or hers, his smiles or hers, his...heart and hearts. All he could do was show he was here for her and she was safe with him. He would wait until she felt good enough to speak just like she did. Dean wouldn't sing to Oya, not when she was in shock like right now. He would hold her instead, hold her tight. He would make her listen to his steady heartbeats. He would anchor her back to reality, sometimes with kisses, sometimes with his hands roaming over the soft and toned skin of hers. And it worked... it always worked. Just like her singing appeased the man, his caresses did the same to her. After a couple of hours, when Oya was finally able to calm down, Dean sat on the bed. She pulled herself up and leaned against the headrest.

« They were just kids Dean.... babies... I couldn't protect them. » She finally let out, while her fingers fidgeted against the hem of his shirt.

« We can't always win, Oya. That's the ugly part of our job. We can't protect them all...The most innocents of us all always get the shorter end of the stick...And there's no real reason for this shit. » He said, looking up at the ceiling in hopes Chuck could hear him.

« I know...It sucks...Dean, they were too young to die,,, » She said, wiping her tears off of her face, with the back of her hand.

« I know, O.... but you've punished yourself enough already. » She nodded and rolled her eyes, but he was right. She had punished herself enough and had to deal with the pain she ignored for way too long. « Let's grab a shower and I'll take a look at your wounds? » She nodded and as he stood up, she followed him and wrapped her arms around his waist. « There, there...Leave it to me. » He planted a kiss on her forehead and quietly took her to the shower. Tonight, he would be taking care of her, no matter what.

-TBC-

GoT: Who am I ? (Missandei x Bäahal)

GoT: Who am I ? (Missandei x Bäahal)

A/N: I have missed my little princess and since this conversation didn't want to leave my mind, here you are. 

xxxx

« What if I survived this war? » The silver princess' voice echoed through her room. Missandei was brushing her silver locks, focused on her task when her best friend let out alarming words.

« You don't plan on surviving? » Her lips were dry, her throat hurt but the question had to be asked. Bäahal shook her head and looked at her reflection on the mirror.

« I do. However... I do not know how to handle what will come next. All my life, I have focused my mind on setting myself free but never went further than this. I was convinced that freedom was nothing but a dream to keep my mind from being swallowed all by doubt and fear. I thought I would never see the day...until it happened. »

« Daenerys came to our rescue and you found me. » Missandei finished her sentence and brushed her hair. « It was luck... »

« It was /Fate/! We had to meet 'Dei. We had to meet again and sail away from Mereen. » She smiled at her own words, briefly so before a more worried expression crossed her face. « It took some time but I finally realize what had just happened. I was given freedom, I took it from my master, but Daenerys helped me un-shackle my mind. You did too... » She said, leaning her head back against Missandei's chest.

The former slave put the brush on the table and gently wrapped her arms around the princess' shoulders. She understood how it felt, to finally be able to be your own person and given the luxury of choice and not being able to know what to do. It came naturally to Missandei, finding her place was easy, she would serve Daenerys all the while living the life she wanted to. Once the war would be over and the queen would be on the throne, Missandei was thinking about having a family with Grey-Worm. They would finally be free to live their romance in the daylight without the fear of losing the other to War. From her point of view, it was exciting actually and she was curious to see what was to come. For Bäahal things were different. She still had to figure out who she was and what she wanted in her life. Freedom tasted bittersweet because while it got her rid of people desires on her and directives, it burdened her with the ability to choose for herself and to decide for her life. How could one do just that? How could they know who they really were? Questions were plaguing the princess' mind who sighed and wrapped her arms over Missandei's.

« And I will always be there for you, pr----Büu.. it's a promise. «  She said, planting a kiss on top of the princess' head. Bäahal's purple hues stared at their reflections and she bit her bottom lip.

«I don't know who I am or what I can do. I am fine with the war because I have found my place. I support my sister, I help her defeat her enemies, I protect her. When she's queen and as she would rule with Jon Snow....what am I going to do? Who am I going to be? »

« What you've always been, Bäahal. What you've always been.. » She said as she planted another kiss on top of her head. « A sister...a friend...a fierce warrior, a survivor...a gentle soul. You have a fire in your heart, just like your ancestors and your siblings. You have a fire that needs to burn brightly if you let it. » She said as she gently pulled away from the princess and knelt near her chair. Her hand stroked her cheek and she smiled at her.

« I will have to leave the castle and find out. I am not meant to be locked in a pretty castle and look pretty while my sister governs. I am not meant to be in her council either... I need to breathe, but can I leave? »

« She will let you go if you ask her. Bäahal, you have your whole life to find out what you're meant to do. Don't hold back because of your fears. » She then cupped both of her cheeks. « And you are so much much than you allow yourself to think. You are my friend. » She said with a warm smile.

Missandei was sweet and soft with Bäahal. She knew her words could reach out to the princess and appease her. Her hazel eyes met purple hues filled with unshed tears and she laid her head against her lap. Bäahal chewed at her bottom lip but remained silent, instead, she let her hands run through her best friend's hair as she contemplated Missandei's words. She would have to ask Daenerys if she could leave her sides and visit the world to eventually know who she was beside her sister or a survivor. Maybe, and that was something she couldn't express out loud- she also wanted to get away from the place that would see Lord Jaime and eventually Lady Kyra dead. She would need to go away, reset her mind and forget about the conflicted emotions she felt for the Golden Lion. It couldn't be what she thought it was. He didn't stay long enough to imprint her mind and not enough to leave an eternal memory. She refused to believe so. Yet, her heart was beating faster when his name was said out loud, and the mere thought of him made her pulse go wild. He would die and maybe, that was the best thing to ever happen.

Maybe...

-TBC-