Character analysis: Vis (modern)

 CHARACTER ANALYSIS: Viserys Targaryen (modern)

Living... In modern-day Westeros. He’s actually part of the Elite of this world.

Profession... He is a socialite. Because he comes from a very wealthy family, he doesn’t need to work at all. However, He is known to be a party planner (one of the best in the industry due to his impeccable style and taste). He’s also part of a band, with his “Best friend” Angel. He sings and is quite popular in the underground scene.

Interests... (formerly) using drugs, Drinking, fucking, singing, and going to any business and watching as they sweat to please him. He used to be numbed out of his mind because he took drugs (hard and soft) and drank until he threw up. He was living a life of excess consisting of fucking, drinking, walking the fine edge between life and death... These days, things are far safer for him. He still drinks (but moderately). He still sings (and he’s gotten better at it), and he still does his usual activities, but he doesn’t seek to forget or numb his emotions. He wants to live everything.

Relationship Status... He is dating Kyra Lannister and he can’t be happier! 

Challenge... Staying alive and clean. He wants to remain clean just so he can enjoy life. He wants to reconcile with his sisters, and he wants to actually be a better person. He also wants to make Kyra happy, and ensure her safety, and would need to be careful and not hurt her because of his actions. She became the center of his world and the person he loved the most. She is his everything and the person who tries to hurt her would see his full wrath. Andrew…. or Even Tywin… Especially Tywin. 

Personality... Viserys is a traumatized child. He has a violent streak that comes from the way both his parents treated him. He is unpredictable and as demonstrated in Dornes, wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence in order to protect those he cares about.  He is a man of taste, who has a massive ego and loves to be worshipped (or feared) by others. In public, he actually keeps his walls up so people wouldn’t be able to hurt him more than he already is. (Kyra is the only one who was able to break his walls and have access to his authentic self.). He can be kind, soft, and adorable even but only with chosen people. However, he’s ruthless to any other person. Seductive, charming, and witty, he’s usually the one who can make or break careers.  Viserys is determined but is struggling with his demons.

A vintage's touch: Childish dreams

 // I love these two. This is just a little moment between Colby. How does she react when he decides to vanish in the middle of the night? 

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"I will be back, Mary." -Tommy's voice tore the silence that had comfortably settled in his bedroom-

"Tommy!! Where are you going this late?" -Mary asked, her green orbs set upon the cerulean ones of the Shelby. She woke up almost as soon as she felt the shift in the bed and was perplexed by the sight of Tommy getting dressed back in the outfit he was wearing before.-

Tommy didn't answer. He was focused, his face was cold and she recognized this focused look on his face. The same look he always had when he was making plans in his head. She realized that he was about to leave and she couldn't make him stay with her. Tommy had been restless ever since Michael was sent to America. She knew that he believed Michael was a traitor hellbent on killing him. It was just a bad feeling but Tommy rarely made mistakes. if anything, he was very cunning and observant and he always was one to three steps ahead of everyone. She grabbed her bathrobe and wrapped it around her frame. Tommy could tell she was upset because he didn't tell her beforehand that the night would be quite short and he wouldn't stay home. He didn't like the way she was looking at him, because it wasn't the face she had when she was upset. It was the face she had when she was worried about him. 

She was a nurse. Of course, she would be upset upon seeing him leave. Mary had always patched the boys up when they returned from a mission. She had always been worried when they came back shot or stabbed and she had to work quickly to help them. Of course, she knew of the times she wasn't there and they had to deal with their injuries themselves. She would always make sure that they had everything figured out before clearing them or taking care of the injuries. She refused to lose people she cared about, especially those she considered family. Tommy was family. 

"I have some business to tend to." -Was all he allowed himself to say. She blinked and crossed her arms above her ample chest.- "Mary, go back to sleep."

"You don't get to tell me to go back to sleep, Tom." -She snapped before she rolled her eyes- "Uh... Did it have to be tonight?" -He didn't answer, and mechanically put his shirt on. Mary sighed deeply and shook her head. " Look. I'm not asking you to stop whatever this is. I was expecting something different tonight. I wanted to surprise you tomorrow morning but it's okay. I get it, really. Just come back to me in one piece."

He stopped buttoning his shirt. It was unheard of by a woman. She wasn't nagging him about his job. She wasn't even trying to stop him from going. She was just upset he didn't tell her before.  She was upset because she had planned something?  She clearly was upset about the situation, given the tears that had pooled in her eyes. Tears he really wanted to wipe off of her face but he couldn't waste any minute. He had to quickly dress up. Staying home, and spending the night with her had already been something he wouldn't have allowed himself to. Mary knew that. The sigh she let out made him understand that she would not push things further. She would not stop him. from leaving. She even stood still.  He didn't understand. Why was she putting up with him the way she did? Why was she alright with being left behind and letting him do what he wanted to do. Most wanted him out of this life. Heck! even he told Mary to stay away from this life but here she was, letting him know she was okay with him tending to his business.  That made him pause.

"When I come back." -He finally told her. He didn't intend to finish his sentence but he let her know of his intention to raincheck whatever she wanted to do. Her eyes grew wide as she genuinely was surprised and he set his blue eyes on her- "I mean it." -To which she nodded and fumbled with her bathrobe. her cheeks turned red and he knew that she was embarrassed. A little bemused smirk crept on his lips as he looked at her while he grabbed his shoes and started to put them on. 

"Fine. I will wait until you're back. It can't happen if you're not here." -She said, hesitating before she finally ran towards him and knelt so she could help him tie his other shoe. - "Let me. Allow me to help you get dressed, Tom." -She didn't give him a choice and he didn't want to argue with her so he let her do as she pleased.-

Mary was curious, far more surprising than most women Tommy had been with. She didn't want him to become a man he wasn't. She wasn't nagging him about his job. She wasn't lecturing him about righteousness and legitimate business. She wanted him to stay and he realized that for the first time, it wasn't because she wanted something from him -save for his presence- but she wanted to give him something. Moreover, here she was helping him get dressed faster. He blinked, confused because most women he'd been with would not have reacted like Mary.  She stood up and quietly went to fetch him his coat, allowing Tommy Shelby to stand back up on his feet and walk towards her. She was about to turn around but he had easily caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her belly, pulling the woman against his hard frame. She was surprised by his reaction, for even in a rush, he found the time to give her a hug. Perhaps, it was his impulsivity that guided his footsteps towards her. Perhaps it was just a sharp desire to keep her close to his frame, that had taken over him. 

"I thought you were in a hurry?" -She chuckled and leaned her head against his chest- "Tommy...Just so we're clear. I know how your business works. You've done that before you and I...You've done that before. What I just hope to know, is that when we spend the night together and you have to leave, just tell me not to expect you to stay. " -She tried to wiggle herself off of his grip but he flipped her over and grabbed her neck.  She put both hands on his chest and gave him a bright smile.-

As a matter of fact, the nurse grew up thinking that she would get married to a good man. She was hoping for someone who would be good to her, who would be doting on her and trust her when needed. She was hoping for someone who would save her from the miserable life she was living at the orphanage. Perhaps a man who wouldn't mind her scars, one who wouldn't mind her curves, should she have some. She wanted to be accepted for who she was, a mixed-race woman who was more than just the scars on her back or the circumstances of her birth. She dreamed of the white knight of the fairy tales who would sweep her off of her feet and would carry her bride-style away from the orphanage. She had always dreamed of a knight in shining armor who never came. Instead, her first husband was a monster. He took advantage of her young mind and ruined her in the same breath. She feared the man he was to her. She feared his beatings, she feared his verbal abuse, and she feared the lack of love he had for her. She was miserable with that "knight in shining armor" because he wasn't real. He wasn't good. he wasn't loving. He treated her like a thing. He treated her like a doll he could fuck whenever he pleased. He lied to her, about who he was, and that he loved. 

She realized that she and to be more careful and truly get to know the person she would give her heart to. Along came Tommy. He wasn't proper... He wasn't noble. He was violent, ambitious, intelligent, hard to read, and devoted to his family. He was real. He wasn't some fantasy or fake ideal. He was real, he was raw, he was complex. Tommy was a man who made her brain tingle. He caught her attention, not by his looks -Tommy was a handsome man. He had intense blue eyes, sharp features, and a strong and hard frame. and it was his voice. his voice that turned her on so much.-. No. it wasn't just his looks. What truly caught her attention was his voice. His intellect. He gave a speech after Grace's death when he opened the Grace Shelby Institute. Tommy commanded respect when he spoke. He knew how to rouse the crowd with words carefully picked. He knew a lot of things, from poetry to politics and she found herself drawn to him. Tommy was a man who had many layers and she felt closer to him because she shared a few similarities. She had layers, layers that only Tommy could unveil. Only he could see past her stern look or the half-smiles she gave. Only he could love her, the real her. yet she wasn't sure he wanted to, despite what others might say, she needed to make sure by herself that he was true to her. So far, it seemed to be doing well.  

 

"I leave when I say it's time to leave, Mary. Not the other way round." -He rubbed their noses together and pressed a searing kiss into the young woman's lips. She didn't drop his coat but held onto the fabric harder than before. his kiss was demanding, his tongue licked her lips, seeking entrance she quickly granted him. She moaned in between her lips and pulled away from him.- "So, I will come back and I will make up to you."

He pulled away from her, reluctantly so, and grabbed his coat from her hands. Mary grinned and nodded as she watched him leave his bedroom. She had taken a liking to sleep in that room, slowly but surely making it hers. Of course, she didn't bring anything from her bedroom... yet. She was, however, getting him used to having someone sleep in the same bed as him and she got used to sleeping next to her current lover. She felt safe in that room, and safer when he was there. It gave her something she had not expected to have: stability. Yes, the elder Shelby had the habit to vanish either at night or come home very early in the morning. He wasn't actually what some could call a man or routine, but He always came back to his bedroom and to her, dutifully and that was enough to give her stability and a sense of protection. She wasn't asking for more but for him to come back to her alive. Safe. Sound and Tommy felt it. It stunted him for he didn't expect her to turn out to be so accepting of his daily activities and his dangerous lifestyle. He didn't expect her to actually think about him and to try and take care of him. He replied almost too spontaneously when he agreed to do what Mary had planned when he returned home but somehow, he was at peace with this answer. The older man actually wanted to see what she had planned for him. He wanted to come back home to his son and to her. That was something. 

-TBC-

Copg: Life of Elpis: Existence

 // Because it's been a while. 

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"I want more than just a mere revenge on my pantheon, Superbia."Those words had never left the pink-haired goddess. It was the first time she acknowledged her desire for more than just punishing those who had betrayed her. Elpis realized she could be more than just a sidekick to the Sin. The first weeks of her recovery established her playful nature. She realized in Vancouver, that she expected more to her life than simply existing. She enjoyed her little stint with the Sumerian pantheon and how powerful she felt when she decimated it. She wanted to experience more thrills, test her limits, conquer lands, realms, planets, and the fucking universe. She discovered Greed that had been hidden for a long while, washed out and ignored by the careful and meticulous plan of her family.  She wanted more from her life and she didn't want to be held back by anything or anyone. She had tasted freedom and she didn't want to go back to who she used to be. 

Elpis realized that her whole life had been a lie. Her siblings played along with their parents to keep her contained. They lied and manipulated her into being submissive, meek, kind, and small. She had a power that could both influence mortals and humans alike. She was a force to reckon with, a force so strong that they couldn't quite defeat her, no matter how hard they tried. She was "Balance", true balance, as the child of Khaos the god of destruction, and Gaea, the goddess of creation. She was Hope and light, two elements that were needed for words to exist and persevere. it was hope that motivated living beings. It was Hope that decided the world's fate. It was Hope that controlled everything, life included for it could toy with it, turn it into something greater. It was Her. 

Superbia heard her well when she requested more. He enjoyed seeing her like that. like what? free! She was free and that was enough for the Sin. She knew how to balance him. She always knew what to say to push him into doing something and she knew how to stop him from making a mistake. He didn't consume himself as fast as he used to, he didn't take the risk to be unmade because she tempered him when he went too far away. She tempered him when he wanted to squash all of existence without proper preparation or proper strength. She also fueled his desires, his ambition, and the feeling that he could achieve anything he put his mind to. he could, but this time, not just because he believed in himself. He could because she believed in him. 

He would give her everything, the Earth, the galaxy, and even the fucking universe if she wanted it. He would make sure his queen had anything she needed and anything she didn't know she needed. He wanted to see the smile of his Light. He wanted to be lavished with her attention. He wanted to ay his existence at her feet for he worshipped her. She made him a better Sin, unknowingly, meeting her kickstarted everything. It forced his father to unmake and remake him better, stronger, and more determined. Meeting her again, with his new form transformed Pride and made him into the creature he was today. Her existence was a gift very few could understand, but he did. He did! 

-TBC-

got regular: Let's talk about love -Tyrion x Bäahal

 // Another conversation between Tyrion and Bäahal, this time much light-hearted - riding dragons help a lot-

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Bäahal's first couple of days without Jaime or Jon in the castle had been complicated. While she could manage during the day and would fill her day riding Rhaegal to the sky or talking to her sister Daenerys the nights have been difficult. At night, the princess was alone with her thoughts. At night, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the knight, longing for him and wishing for a different outcome of their union. She wished that they didn't have to wait for her sister's approval (as in, wait so long for her to approve of them). She wished, that Dany gave her blessings as soon as she learned the truth of their feelings for each other. Waiting had never been the forte of the young woman. Waiting for something she'd dreamed of and desired for such a long time had always left a sour taste in her mouth. Her entire existence, she had wished for freedom. It took the death of the man who tried to help them, then the death of her mother, then the years of endless suffering at the hands of her master and his friends....years of having her body violated, her mind crushed, her hands soaked with the blood of her master's enemies to finally have the opportunity to escape and take it. Waiting for her sister's blessings shouldn't be taking as long as it took for her to be free. 

Well...It wasn't exactly the same thing and she understood why her sister would hesitate. Jaime was no ordinary man. He was known as the kingslayer, he was known as the sister-fucker, and he was known as the enemy. Everyone in the seven kingdoms would want to have him dead because of his family and its legacy of murders and wars. Because of his own action as a man who broke his oath, because he was rich, handsome, and skilled in combat. Everyone had a reason to hate him and they would hate him even more if he managed to get married to the princess. Bäahal had earned through hard work and dedication a very positive reputation; She was the royal who spoke and mingled with commoners. She was the voice of compassion, representing her sister's soft side wherever she went. She protected villagers during the siege and despite her fate being largely unknown, she almost reached a state of sainthood among the people. So to have Jaime Lannister taint that image was impossible to accept. Dany couldn't expose her sister to the disappointment of a crowd, for she had already experienced it at Mereen. She couldn't give her to a man whose family hurt her husband. How could she reconcile the two?

The silver princess managed to find some solace in the fact her sister would eventually mellow to the situation and see Jaime through different lenses. Perhaps, for the sake of her sister's happiness and with a little push from Jon, Sansa, and Tyrion, Jaime would be accepted. It was a matter of patience and Bäahal would have to learn how to be more patient. She sighed as she walked towards the hallways of the Red Keep. She knew it by heart now and it wouldn't have been so hard to endure if she was able to leave the castle. She knew it by heart by now and was craving novelty. She wanted to see new faces and hear new people but she knew that for the sake of their mission, she had to remain in the castle.  Her little afternoon stroll had her meet with Tyrion who had just left the war room. He waved at her and she bent a little towards him. 

"Good morning princess." -He smiled at her-

"Good morning, Lord Tyrion." -She resumed walking-

"I am not a lord anymore, princess. You don't have to call me as such." -Tyrion cocked his head to the side-

"Old habits are hard to shake, so please, take it as a friendly way to call you that is more than just plain Tyrion. "

"I see. Well, for you I can make an exception when we are in private. Could we share your afternoon stroll? " -She nodded and offered her arm for him to grab as they walked. He wrapped his arm around hers and they resumed walking through the hallway- "You seem to be more at peace these days, princess."

"It's because I am. You had a fantastic idea when you suggested I rode a dragon. I have felt more like myself up in the air. I was able to properly mourn for Viserion this time, with his brothers." She gently nudged him. "Besides, I got to talk to you and you've been a very positive influence in my life, Lord Tyrion."

"My pleasure, princess." -He couldn't help but smile. She truly wasn't as mopey as she was since her arrival. She wasn't crying, she wasn't upset, and she wasn't even lamenting about her sister's lack of decision in her situation.  "Although, I have to say that both Commander Jon and my older brother had also something to do with your mood. If I may say... I am surprised to see you so bright today."

"Oh? You were expecting me to remain a mess after Jaime and Jon's departure? " -Tyrion nodded and Bäahal blushed and shrugged- "Well...I was for a couple of hours. I had to let Jaime leave and I couldn't even express my feelings for him as I wished to. We couldn't touch the way I wanted us to. We couldn't kiss... we were very limited, but Jaime found a way He found a way to turn this moment into the most romantic moment I've ever seen.... or had." 

"Jaime has always been the romantic type. He loved the stories about a knight and his princess. he always loved reading romantic plays, and poems, and even when we talked together, Jaime managed to bring about the most romantic scenarios he could think of. He's lovesick, I can tell. What did he tell you this time?"

"I am the keeper of his heart. I am keeping his love safe with me. He spelled "I love you" in such a romantic way. I nearly fainted." -She chuckled and then put her hand on her chest.- "I gave him a ring. It's a royal ring I asked him to return to me. I ... I asked him to put it on my finger when he's back. "

"Did you propose to him?" -She chuckled and shook her head- "oh... Did you hint at a desire to be proposed then?"

"If he sees it fit. I didn't think this through. I just wanted him to have a trinket from me, a testament to my love for him. I... I wanted to lace my destiny with his, but in a way, I think the gods, old and new, know I have chosen him. I have chosen him." -She repeated and clenched her fingers against the fabric of her dress. 

"Here I was thinking my brother was the only romantic soul here. You are quite the romantic yourself, princess! It's good to see you in a better mood."

"It's thanks to you, Lord Tyrion. Have you ever done something romantic for someone?" -She asked curiously, her purple eyes set upon the Hand of her sister who started to think. 

"Mmm.... unfortunately, given the relations I had with my siblings and the way the world saw me. I didn't have the opportunity to be as flamboyant as my brother was. Yet, I think the most romantic thing I was able to do, was to love Shae as if she was a queen. I didn't care about her status nor did I care about her previous work; I didn't care because I loved her. She dined with me. She sat at my table. She dressed as she wanted with anything she desired. That was the most romantic thing I ever did for someone." -His face became somber, as he remembered how Shae betrayed him and how that made him feel. Bäahal noticed and she quickly removed her arm from his grip so she could kneel before him and put both of her hands on his shoulders. - "Princess..."

"Lord Tyrion. I am sorry. I am sorry for the hardships you had to fight to this day. I am sorry about the way your father treated you, and the way he encouraged others to treat you. I am sorry people weren't able to see past your height, your face... because it didn't fit their standards. You are... a giant among men, please, look at me." -She said as she cupped both cheeks and gently stroked them. He indulged her request and set his green eyes upon her.- "You are brave. You are wiser than any maester I know of. You are a visionary and along with it, comes the burden of being shunned by others. Along with brilliance, comes the darkness. You are a kind man. You should have been treated better, yet you never were. I know how it is. I have been a slave. I have been used and abused because I was different. I have been..." -She bit back a sob- "Your gesture is the most romantic gesture someone could do because you loved Shae for who she was. Nothing less and nothing more but the truth. You have been true to her and true to this love. It's beautiful. You are." -She smiled before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. 

"Princess...."

Tyrion didn't know what to say but he found himself fondly smiling at the young woman and gently running his hand through her massive silver hair so he could pet it. She was surprised and always managed to take him back. She surprised him even now because she found a way to comfort him despite the stressful situation she was in; She found the time to be nice to others while she had every reason to be bitter and upset. He was surprised but pleased and that warm embrace truly brought him comfort so he didn't resist it. how could he? 

-TBC-

Got Modern: A dutiful father

// Bäahal is thinking about her father and how he'd react upon knowing she was seeing his son's enemy. 

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The silver heiress ran her hand through her silver locks. Her eyes were focused on a picture that was hanging on her wall.it was a picture of her dad and her as a young teen.  They both looked quite happy in the picture. He had his hands on her shoulders and she was leaning against his chest.  It was one of the very few pictures they could take together, just the two of them, hence why she had it in her bedroom and nowhere else. The young woman rolled on her bed, her silver locks fell onto her face as she stared at her dad's picture. She pursed her lips and gently hit the mattress with her fist. Her dad! She loved him. She was upset with him. She was missing him. 

Aerys II was a complex man. He could be a doting father with her and the rest of his children. He could be a ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to eliminate competition. He could be a loving husband and at the same time a man who couldn't divorce when he fell out of love with his wife. He hurt everyone because of his cowardice. He hurt everyone because he couldn't do the right thing. She was the love child of her mother, Sunni, and Aerys II. A reminder of a time of utter passion and freedom. She was fine with just living with her mother. Sunni took good care of her and Bäahal's happiest memories were the ones of her childhood spent with her mother. 

Her father couldn't choose. He loved Bäahal, even as an infant. he wanted to give her the best life she could ever have and convinced her mother to take their girl to live with him. Sure, Sunni died of illness shortly afterward he brought Bäahal to his home, so to him it was the best thing he could have done. Forcing his family to embrace the child he had with another woman proved to be the worst thing he could have done to everyone. Bäahal held a grudge against him because of the years spent being abused by his other family. Her step-mother hated her guts, her siblings didn't care about her and she had to endure the physical violence of both Viserys and her step-mother. Her father, as doting as he was, still managed to be an asshole. 

He was the type of man who gave orders and who made people follow these orders. His family couldn't choose for themselves. They had to follow his directions otherwise, they were subjected to his wrath. Aerys II had sometimes crossed the lines with physical punishment to those who didn't do as he said. Once the fog of nostalgia came off, the heiress remembered the slaps he occasionally gave his wife, the cane he used to hit his sons with, and the harsh words he spoke to them when they didn't come out at the top of their class. He was ruthless, even with his children, even with her. He had a temper, that only became worse as his feud with the Lannisters was getting worse. He hated his rival's guts and wished that their kids never met, never played, and never liked each other. It was a matter of honor. Hating a Lannister became a family trait and that hatred contaminated everything it touched.

Aerys II would have hated her union with Jaime. He would have disowned her all the while telling her that she was a disappointment and he shouldn't have brought her to his family, destroying his own peace for her sake. He would have lashed out at her and would have tried to sabotage her relationship with Jaime. Perhaps he would have bought him off, convincing the man to leave his youngest daughter. Perhaps he would have made a scandal and taken to the newspapers or the tabloids to slander Jaime. Perhaps he would have entered a new stage of his feud with Tywin. Either way, he would not have liked it. Bäahal bit her bottom lip as she realized that maybe the peaceful and idyllic memories she had of her father weren't as faithful to reality as she thought they were. 

She sat on the bed, tucking some silver strands behind her ear, and hit the mattress again with her fist. She was frustrated with those family feuds she had no parts in. If she was like Daenerys, she would have probably missed out on the friendship with Kyra. She would have missed falling in love with Jaime and being in a lovely relationship; She would have been unhappy, like the rest of them are. Her purple eyes stared at the picture and she choked on a sob that was almost out. "Fuck.." She muffled before she threw a pillow at the wall next to the picture. her father might have been against it, but she would not have followed him. The Dragon King was not going to decide her fate, not even from beyond the grave. She chose Jaime and Kyra and she would not give up on them. Family, be damned! 

-TBC-

Doya; And what now?

// This time I feel Pluto's voice. So I'll let him speak. :) 

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Pluto was staring at his reflection in the mirror in his bathroom. He enjoyed his newfound freedom and life in this time period. Modern times were far more exciting for him and he wanted more. Zeus had kept him in an eternal slumber that only ended when the father of the sky died. Upon his newfound freedom, the god wanted nothing more but to regain his strength. He learned that he was nothing but a creation of  Chuck, who used them all as scapegoats for his misdeeds and mistakes. Chuck was still alive, which forced Pluto to reconsider things now that he was free. His true goal was to overthrow Chuck and kill him as retribution for his crimes. He wanted to take away his power and what better way to do so than by becoming the first deity? Being worshipped as a way to have a deeper connection to humans and he wanted to replace Chuck in their minds. He wanted to have absolute control of his life and separate himself from the puppet Chuck had made him be. 

His plans had nearly been foiled by this woman hunter. She found him and could have ruined his plans if he had not gotten rid of her. He was surprised by the fighting spirit he read in her eyes. Far from being scared, the hunter wanted him dead. He had not encountered any in ancient times, but this woman and her kin were going to become thorns in his foot. He caught up with the world's history, especially the one involving hunters, and the name of the Winchester brothers came to his ears. he realized that for his plan to succeed, he had avoided the brothers, and kept moving from town to town. He met her again, although this time he had not seen her with his own two eyes, he had felt her essence nearby. He realized that she wasn't dead and would either seek revenge on him or perhaps fear him enough to stay away from him.  Well, given her reputation, she would most likely seek revenge. He would have to be prepared for the next encounter. 

The god was upset, mostly because he realized that Chuck would most likely send his fearless soldiers against him. The favorite disasters were the Winchester brothers and their allies. It wasn't the first time they tried to stop the apocalypse, and it wasn't the first time they fought against a far superior enemy. They would give him their all, he had to be careful and not let his plan be known. Fortunately, he kept things to himself, most of the time people wouldn't realize what he was truly looking after. they wouldn't know what his main goal would be, and he was counting on his first big impression on the woman hunter, to induce fear in those mortal hearts. So, satisfied and unbothered, the pagan god decided to stop by Florida, the land of the Dead where he would be able to replenish and savor his newfound freedom and strength. 

What now? On the other side of the country, Dean, Oya, Team Free Will, and Team Hell were trying to figure out how to defeat Pluto. Castiel and Sam were tracking the god while also keeping tabs on the king of Hell.  Crowley was looking for any artifact that could help defeat the god and Rowena was trying to sever the connection between the god and his worshippers. Dean and Oya, in all of that, both were working casual cases and building their strength back up. It had been extremely straining for both of them. Oya's rescue was really a matter of seconds and it traumatized the two of them. They needed time, to rebuild themselves, to move forward, to get back stronger.  yet, they coordinated everyone's efforts and were kept in the loop. It was a matter of time. 

-TBC-

Klasma: A matter of trust

// Welp, these two babies. Gotta write a little bit about them and the way they trust each other. 

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"How does one trust Klaus Mikaelson? How could this be a concept? I don't know. I just do. Klaus and I have a very complicated relationship. He slaughtered my family and I have suffered a lot from this. I guess immortality truly made me reflect on life, on him, on what he was going through when he killed my family. Immortality helped me understand him better than I could ever imagine. It helped me see him for who he really was. He's a man who loves his family. He's a man in pain. He's a man who is utterly alone. He pushes people away, including his own family because he doesn't see himself as being the same. Technically he isn't really the same. He's a hybrid. He's something more. something more volatile, more powerful, and definitely harder to control. I know of the shame he felt. I know of the solitude and the madness you could feel when there is nothing or no one around. I know how it is to desire acknowledgment, love, and care. I know how it is to wish for others to see us not as monsters, but as people. 

How does one trust Klaus Mikaelson? I don't know. I just do. Klaus has been sincere and true to me from the moment we met. He never minced his words with me. He never lied to me. At least, until now. I trust him when we are together. I trust his eyes the most because they never lie. When he's angry they turn gold. When he's upset, they turn gold. He can't control their intensity, so I always know when he's calm, happy, or angry. I always know when I look at him because his eyes never lie. He doesn't need to hide how he feels, he wears his emotions up on his sleeves. I believe in the way he treats me. He treats me like a person, not a witch, not a cursed person, not an abomination. I am just Mary to him. I am just that girl who enjoyed spending time with him. I am just someone who is interested in him. I don't see the hybrid, I don't see the monster when I look at him. I only see Klaus. He trusts me, enough at least to have me next to him. He trusts me and because he does, I trust him too. He's gone but he promised me that he would be back. I know he would be. I trust him. "