Witchy Hour: My Hybrid

 (Witchy hour) 

He tasted like bourbon and blood, mine.

He smelled like danger, he sounded like bliss.

He made me feel weak in the knee every time.

How I love when he calls me his witch. 

How I love when he growls those words. 

They carry little weight because of passion.

Those words were whispered at night,

Interspersed with pants, moans, and groans.

He doesn’t think when he says so, 

He doesn’t mean it, not when deep inside me.

However, I love it all the same. He sees me.

For someone who had been deprived of touch,

Oh, this feels like I won the jackpot. His witch! 

His witch! His delicious little witch! 

His powerful little witch changed things.

He tasted like power and anger, my Hybrid. 

My hybrid.

GoT 'regular': "I have many names"

 "I have so many names and titles: Princess of the Seven Kingdom, Sister of Daenerys I Targaryen. They call me Bäahal the Brave, Bäahal the Saint, Bäahal the Stubborn, Bäahal the Hidden, The Jewel of Astapor, The hero of the Long Night, The Champion of the Last War, The saint of the Small Town Siege...So many titles that certainly mean something. 

They certainly meant something to those calling me all these names. I was true, a thing to my masters, a beautiful jewel to possess and to use at their will. I wasn't even a person. I lost my mother because she tried to help me escape this Hell. I lost my friends because they tried to dream of a better life and tried to run away. I bought my time, killing instead of being violated. I spilled the blood of other people instead of bleeding myself. I broke free but I felt empty. 

They certainly meant something to those who witnessed my victories. I found my long-lost sister, found a family... found my freedom and dignity. I was made whole again. I was walking towards a better life and for me, I was just myself. I was just Bäahal.  I learned more about myself ever since I became a princess. I realized I was far more sentimental than I expected. I am a storm of emotions, the definition of stubborn, loyal and loving. I am just a woman, a multi-faceted one who has a strong appetite for life. 

And I love you, Jaime. And All of this, all of who I am loves all of who you are. With your mistakes, your good judgment, your wits, the good things you did, and the loss you suffered. I love you and I want you to know that I will always fight for you. I will always fight for us."

GoT: Longing lover

 "I am enjoying life in ways I never thought I would. You made me a believer again. 

I want to show you the world. I want to share your life. I just...It just feels so right to be by your side. 

I might be asking too much. Perhaps it's not the right moment. Perhaps it would never be. I am just hoping for a day where we would see each other in the light. I long for the day where we would have "our time" at "our place". 

I long for a life with you. I fell head over heels for you. Bite me! it's just the truth and I am dying to tell you."

DOya : Exhaustion

 

DOya : Exhaustion

 

A/N : Sometimes a girl just has enough of her job. Sometimes she’s just exhausted.

 

Xxxx

 

Oya looked at her phone. Since they arrived at the motel, she hadn’t had a restful night. The investigation was taking longer than she first expected and despite the excitement over the case, something wasn’t right. Something didn’t feel right, and she couldn’t put her finger on what. Instead, Oya had been cranky all day, to Dean’s annoyance. She was focused on the job, but she wasn’t there. There was a dread he couldn’t explain that was lingering in her head. She was sitting on the chair of the motel room, arms wrapped around her left knee. Her hair was loosely braided and tossed to the side. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. Her eyes were tired, she was tired, and her body bore the marks of exhaustion.

 

Her gaze averted from the phone to Dean who was looking through the pages of the newspapers he bought that day. He furrowed his brows, feeling an intense gaze upon him. He stopped reading a looked at Oya who was sitting in silence. Oya wasn’t the silent type. Dean knew her long enough to notice when something was up. He had an idea of what could possibly upset his girl. It was either the collaboration with Rowena and Crowley to stop Pluto, or Pluto himself, or eventually the fact Joshua had been crippled by his last case. Dean knew that Oya was dreading facing the old god again. He knew she was scared of losing him because he would be reckless and he knew that on top of everything else, she was missing her family.

 

It could have been this, or that or everything at once for all he knew, but Dean didn’t need to push Oya to talk. She wouldn’t talk unless she chose to. Now was the moment for simple comfort. He  put the newspaper on the table and cleared his throat, forcing Oya to focus her attention on him. He moved his fingers, asking her to come closer and she did without complaint. She stood up and walked towards him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and slowly sat on his lap. He didn’t know it yet, but later on she would tell him. She would tell him about her bruises. She would tell him about the bad performances during this case. She would tell him that she had to think of after. That her near-death brought her age and how wore down her body was after all these years. She simply was exhausted of everything, including the hunt.

 

But she wasn’t tired of him.

Never ever would be.

 

-TBC-

DOYA: His girl

 "He calls me cutie. He calls me shorty. He knows I'm cheeky. He knows I kick ass. I guess he doesn't mind his girl having all the flavours otherwise we wouldn't even be a thing. He knows this life is THAT BITCH SHOW (me, I'm the bitch here! self-proclaimed!) and I run it as I see fit.

He calls me cutie. He calls me O. He calls me Bitch just like I call him Dickhead. He says I'm his and the scratches on his back say He's mine. I guess that's what it is. It's ride or die. I guess he doedsn't mind having a girl with all the flavours. He understands me, I understand him, you see? it's ride or die.

Our business is hunting monsters, saving people. We put our lives on the line every single day and except for the victims, nobody knows. Ungrateful work. Dreadful task... it's a burden but also a calling. We chose it. we live through it. We bleed for the World in order to keep it safe.

He calls me softie. I call him goofy. We're both nerdy, we're both needy. we watch each other's back. We save each other's ass. We make sure we're satisfied and happy when we go to bed together. I'm hooked! I'm obsessed! I'm in love. We don't say the words in this house! we don't believe in them. we show it instead and it works for me. Chuck knows it does.

He calls me cutie. I call him handsome.

He means the world to me. He literally makes it worth saving.

And in all this dark and gloom, there is us. There is life.

I devour it as if it was my last meal. I live my life. I fuck my life.

I fuck him too. I love him too. I need him too. I'm his.

yes! I'm his! Periodt!"

Doya: "I'm not always strong."

 "I am not always strong. I have no shame in admitting that I am exhausted or beaten down. I am a hunter, my body bears scars that have smoothed out over the years. I have those I earned with pride. The testimony of my early battles and the many times I almost died. I have those that make me feel shame, those on my arms that are but reminders of my recklessness. I am not always brave. I have started to face my feelings ever since meeting with Pluto and I don't want to die. I don't want Dean to die. I vicariously want to live and that fire burning inside of me is keeping me tethered to this astral plane. I live. I love. I bleed. I suffer. I live."

COPG: -Ayasha x Pride

"Is there anything that Knowledge can't buy? When you know everything, you can anticipate. When you are prepared, you can execute your plan and victory is always ensured. Is there anything Ayasha couldn't do? She had all the cards in hands, she was supposed to be the most powerful of the gods because she had knowledge. She was knowledge.

Ayasha wanted to believe in her ability to turn the tables and to defeat her enemies. She wanted to bet on herself and to bet on her intelligence. She was cunning. She had to know how to defeat her enemies, right? Her mother tried to turn her into a scared little girl and it could have worked. Before. It could have worked if she had not gotten her hands dirty and killed her own siblings . It could have worked if she had not orchestrated the murder of their father. It could have worked. But knowledge was the real power and Ayasha knew that she end up winning. She would end up ruling."