klasma: shorts

*He is so not impressed with the bullshit his brother is about to start. 

But deep down, he's also not very happy with his little witch not being under his thumb anymore. 

Now she's pissed AND she is Klaus' companion? How much of it is Klaus' machination and how much of it is genuine? 

Also, he knows he fucked up and she's not really interested in hearing him out.

For now....

Ah, Klaus... Why did you have to act like a little shit again?*

xxxx

"I'm not your gentle and kind little witch. No. I have anger issues, a curse that makes me feel a thousand deaths constantly, and immortality to top it off. Provoke at your own peril, my darling.

xxx

825 years of a cursed life.

An Original met, A hybrid found. 

825 years of a painful life.

Touch-deprived and alone.

825 years of constant renewal, 

Spring after Spring with no time to settle.

A life she needed to turn over.

xxxxx

She deflects a lot because she's unable to face her own feelings. When you want to dig deeper, she would always try to turn the focus back on you. She rarely faces her pain and would bury it in Hell if she could. She's a touch-deprived witch who would do anything to find a new home and people who could tolerate her if they can't love her and when she's attached? She's unable to sever the connection, no matter how bad they treat her."

xxx

His words cut deep, deeper than a knife as it cut through her soul. She was used to it, hell, after 825 years she should be. She was used to having venom thrown at her face, to watch hatred in other people's faces. She was used to being pushed away and rejected just for existing. Sometimes, Neela liked to think that it was due to her curse. After all, her coven made sure that no one, nothing on Earth would embrace her. 

Still… another part of her believed that it was because of  /her/. They rejected /her/ because of who she was, what she did… her personality. So when Klaus spoke his venom, part of Nëela took it personally because she believed it.  She believed him.

xxxx

"Don't talk to me about /pain/ when you haven't walked a mile in my shoes. if you want to become a martyr so much, please take all of my pain and put it inside you. Asshole!"

xxx

Not a care in the world, at least for the day. 

My prayers to Hecate were answered and she gave me clarity. 

I do not fear what's to come, I do however brace myself for it. 

But I want to live. I want to live. So I will fight tooth and nail for it.

xxx

Spring is finally here! And with it here I am. I can't wait to wear brighter colors and gorge myself in the sunshine. I can't wait to bask in the warmth of the sun and have you paint me. Would you like it? for me to model for you? I certainly hope so!

xxx

And I would ink your name on my skin as if I was saying a prayer to the sky. I chose you, Klaus. Despite everything, every odds against us. Despite our violent pasts and the pain you caused me all those centuries ago. I forgave you. I understand now your state of mind and the reasons that put you on my path. I understand now, how the world is....how much it eats at us. how much it made you suffer. I understand now... why we had to meet. Why I had to find you. Why I fell in love with you. I would ink your name on my skin as if it was a prayer to my goddess, so she could look after you, so she could protect you... so she could protect my heart for you are my home. You are everything to me.

xxxx

Now isn't the time for misery and petty feelings. Summer is upon us and alongside the warmth of the sun, I intend to appreciate each and every moment of joy from now on. It does help that Klaus accepted me as a companion. It does help, indeed!

xxx

We shed the husk of our past selves and welcome the new year with a brand new skin. I can't wait to see what next year has in store for us."

xxx

"Magic has nothing to do with spells and fancy trinkets. It has everything to do with your connection to mother Nature and to your patron saint. I am connected to Hecate, and I am one with nature, regardless of what the rest of my sisters think or not."

xxx

"Magic is not for the faint of hearts. When you practice it at the level I do, you become one with it both in body and in mind.

I always say that I am a healer, and this is true.

However, you wouldn't want to meet me when I am angry. You wouldn't want to face me when I target you because I promise you that when I am done with you, your soul will be begging for complete annihilation."

xxx

Like a Rose, I have thorns. I have always made sure to hurt whoever tried to touch me. I warned you that I would hurt you if you got closer but you didn't care. you held me tight, despite the thorns tearing your skin apart. You held me despite the thorns... You held me and you never let go."

Lux: hunger

"When a vampire has known hunger, real hunger, there is nothing that could stop them from feeding any chance they get. Lux didn't need to feed that much given her old age, but she still indulged in casual treats to remind herself of the days she was forced to lick the blood she cried out."

Leona: shorts

Leona should have known better than to allow her anger to get the best of her. She was angry at the world, at her uncle for lying to her, and at her uncle for killing her parents and she wanted revenge. Yet, what could she (the true Alpha of her pack) do when someone else had usurped her power and was in control of her pack? What could she do on her own? Nothing! Nothing!

Judith le Fay: anger

Judith had a very hard time keeping her temper under control. She still had flashbacks of the Blue Fairy telling her to calm down but it was starting to feel more and more appealing to make these bastards pay for insulting her. 

Anger had been bubbling within her for a decade now. They kept saying she wasn't a faery and the young girl was determined to prove them wrong. Now humans were doing the same, calling her a freak, mocking her appearance, mocking everything about her. If only she could just twist their tongues and make them regret their words! If only she could snap their backs in half, effectively hurting them beyond repair... Oh, how tempting this was for her. How tempting this was!

Doya: shorts

Resilient and determined. 

A half-pint-sized badass hunter.

Oya had it rough, rougher than she likes to say but still manages to handle her business and retain her good heart. 

She still saves lives and kicks monsters' asses.

xxx

"It's You and me against Evil. It's You and Me for all eternity.  You and I share one heart, Dean, as you once said to me and I'd be damned if we don't enjoy the most of our life together before we meet our end. Hell, I'll find you wherever you are, even after our time has come!"

xxx

"I do mean business. Don't get fooled by my short stature. Don't get fooled by my little snark. If I decide to do something, I'll make sure there is nothing of a monster left behind. So tread carefully!"

xxxxx

“She is reckless, especially when she's angry, worried or scared. She is ready to sell her soul to the devil if that means she can save Dean and/ or the world.  Oya has an intense sense of guilt that gives her tunnel vision and makes her take unnecessary risks at times.  She's impulsive at times and this has caused her a lot of trouble in the past due to her ability to read to filth angels, monsters, and humans alike."

xxxx

Oya has started to forget the sound of her loved ones. She doesn't mention it but she's in distress over not being able to remember. She has forgotten their faces. She has forgotten their scent. She still remembers some events in her life but the faces of her family are now blurred.  So, to remember, she wrote her memories on pieces of paper and journals. She sometimes goes back to read them when the memories are too old and she's started to forget enough for her to wonder if it happened or not.

xxxx

We heal our younger selves with the love they should have had when they needed it. 

We love our present selves in a way that not even Chuck could destroy.  Forever and always.

xxxx

We deal with Death every single day, sometimes we bargain and sometimes Death spares us. 

I am reminded that I am mortal and that the happiness I fought for could escape my fingers if Death decides otherwise. 

I used to be fearless...

But now I have way too much to lose. Family. Friends. A life I love more than anything else. 

I now fear Death...

How strange!

xxxx

Hottest 40 years old you'll find around these parts of the world! 

but in all seriousness... Dean would never allow me to lean like that against Baby, not even to look cool!

xxx

"You can't tell me that I'm not the hottest Milf you've ever met!"

Also, I'm enjoying this little honeymoon trip with Dean. So far, we managed to avoid supernatural creatures. I consider us lucky.

xxx

before Oya decided to grow her hair and stop flat ironing it, she rocked a bob. You couldn't tell her anything about it because it framed her face perfectly and was giving "government cutie" vibes wherever she went. Sadly, the bob is no more, but it's okay. Oya evolved past it and when you see her today, can you really blame her?

xx

"I didn't think I could live past 40, and yet, here I am. 43 and honestly the happiest I have ever been. Then again, how can I not be when I get to share my life with Team Free Will? How can I not be, when I get to share my life with you?"

xxxx

It doesn't matter how many crappy motels they stay at, Oya loves it the most when they can just sit and relax, study cases while drinking beers and eating burgers. She sometimes just stops and looks at him in silence, wondering how she got lucky, and enjoying how beautiful her husband is.

xxxx

It's you and me for all eternity. 

it's you and them a happy family. 

It's you and me, for all eternity. 

And I do feel blessed to wake up to you. 

I do feel blessed to hold onto you at night.

I do feel good to have someone to care for.

it's you and me for all eternity.

I found a reason to live in you, a home, my home... my safest place Dean! All in you! 

I found a reason to trust again, to love again, a reason for me to keep fighting, in you! 

It's you and me, for all eternity.

xxxx

"I have been desperate enough, desperate to the point of being ready to strike a deal with the devil to save Dean. I was willing to beg and pray to Chuck for him to grant me mercy. I was ready to turn Heaven and Hell inside out if it helped me save my family. I was ready to do anything."

Doya: "Comfort"

I was once told that comfort and routine would make us forget the dangers of our job. For a while, I was scared of it. Of being so comfortable in my life that I would forget how it felt to lose everything. I have a family...I have a family and it took me a while to realize that comfort didn't make me forget the dangers of this life. If anything, now I have something to lose. 

I can't forget the fear that sticks to my bones as I fall asleep. I can't forget the fear of losing my boys... How could I go on without Cas, Sam, and "Chuck forbids", Dean? How could I go on without the people I love?  I know I can't and just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Just thinking about it, makes me choke on my spit. I do not want this to become a reality.   

Happiness, especially the little corner of joy we managed to have with Dean and me, is rare. It is rare and fragile and fleeting and we have to protect it at all cost. We have to sacrifice so much just for a day spent together. 

This is the reality! Routine and comfort only make you freak out more.  

This is the reality. 

This is my reality. 

I am always afraid to lose them. 

Always... 

Even in my sleep.

Colby: His wandering heart

He came back.

He came back, just like he said he would, except it took him more than two weeks to go home. I have been waiting for him for God knows how long, and despite the tears, the anguish, and the fear of him dying far away from his family, somehow, I still had hope. He came back, with his face bruised, blood splattered all over it and his knuckles red from exertion... from the blood they got on, from perhaps some bruises he got after punching faces way too hard. His outfit was cut here and there, torn here and there and his hair was disheveled. I didn't know what to make out of it but it was obvious that he had been in a fight. My first instinct was to go to him and slap the shit out of his face. I have been worried sick for weeks because he didn't contact us. We didn't hear from him. We didn't know if he was alive or dead. Mind you, if he had been killed, all of Birmingham would have known. Still.. I had to slap him for him to know just how much I was hurt by his absence. 

He didn't flinch, he didn't quip.. he didn't do anything but stood right there before me. I noticed he was shaking and I remembered a conversation we had, where he explained to me that he got the shakes when he had to kill someone up close and personal. What could I say? What could I do if not help him? I put aside my anger and I led him to our bed. I started to clean the blood off of his hands first. I cleaned thoroughly and I went on to clean his neck, his face, and his hair. We didn't speak because what could be said? I think... when I started to clean his hair,  that’s when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I let him do it. I let him get close to me because I knew he needed my comfort. I knew he was having a PTSD episode. How could I not give him a way to anchor himself back into reality? I couldn't deny him so I let him hold me.

« I didn’t want to leave you alone. I didn’t mean to. » -I knew he did. He never lied to me.-

« I know. » 

« I wanted to go home, Mary. I needed to go home. » -He moaned out. I could feel the pain in his voice. He was so lost that for a moment I just forgot about my own feelings. All I wanted was for him to feel safe and to be cleaned from the  blood he had on him-

« I know you hate it when I am not here for too long.  I keep promising you that I would come back and I keep disappointing you. »  -A truth about the situation. At long last he's acknowledging it, but I know that it's only because he's in distress right now.-

« It is the way it is… I know you want to come home but your line of work…. Your ambition would always make it impossible for you… »

« Mary… please. Stop trying to make excuses for me. You are hurt. I know it. »

« ……. »

I was left speechless for a moment because as much as I could see "through him" at this moment, he was able to see right through me.

« And you want me to be home so I can be with you and Charlie. You want me to see my son…so don’t tell me that you understand. Don't tell me you're fine... » 

« Tom…. You are a Black stallion. I can’t ask you to chain yourself to your family when it’s not in your nature. Do I want to see you more? Yes, I do. I don’t want to love an image. I don’t want to love a memory. I want to love /you/. To be able to show it to you…. But at the same time, because I love you, I can’t ask you to stay here with us….When I know you yearn for your freedom. »

I was shaking and Tom noticed it. He could see that my eyes were slowly getting filled with unshed tears. He could see that I was upset but I was trying not to be. He could see that I wished for him to be home more often...But I couldn't tell him these words because it would be akin to chaining him to me. He was a free man and nothing and no one should come between him and his freedom. I knew he loved me... I knew he cared but I also knew that he needed to leave and be by himself. I guess... His face warmed up and I could see that his thousand-yard stare was gone now that he had noticed I was hurting. He was back into reality.. back to me.

« Then, it is said. I am hurting you. I am making you sad. » -He stroked my back and arm and as I released his face, he snuggled against my frame. I didn't know what to do for a couple seconds but I  wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kept him close to my heart.

« Please forgive me, Mary. »

« You are already forgiven, Tommy. » -I meant it-

« I can be selfish. I know it. And there are days when my desires would always trump anyone else’s… but I came home because I wanted to. Because I needed to. I needed to see you, Mary. I needed to feel you.  If you leave I…. » 

« I won’t leave... » I ran my hand through his hair. « How could I do such a thing? » 

I would never no matter how hard it is, choose to leave Tom. We have been in each other's lives for a decade, I saw him overcome hardships, be punished by God, trying to redeem himself. I watched him go through so much and still move forward. Battered and bruised but still alive. It became obvious to me, that I had fallen for him after the death of Grace. It became even more obvious to me after John died. Tommy was the man I chose to love and the man I would always support, no matter where I decided to go. Still, there was some truth in his words. I was so focused on his happiness that I forgot about mine. What did I want? What did I need? What did I wish for myself? I wanted a family. I wanted to have something for myself. I wanted him...to be in my life. I wanted a family and I wanted him to be a part of it. I was hurting because he was away for far too long and more and more which left us with little to no time spent together. I felt that he wanted to leave me, that he needed to breathe, and that I couldn't bring him any peace... It was killing me inside and I couldn't find the right way to tell him. So I didn't.

« You could leave because you deserve better than what I give you.  I am... not giving you what you deserve. I can clearly see it. And yet you stay here. » 

I cut him short. I yelled a little bit because I couldn't just accept what he was saying to me. 

« Enough! Enough, Tom! I am not your prisoner, Tom. Love might not be a choice, but staying here is… I choose to stay!! I choose you… regardless of the heartache… of the loneliness…. I choose our family. » I kept stroking his hair. « You are an extraordinary man. I can’t lock you in a mundane life because it doesn’t suit you. I will always be there, Tom... Because I love you and because I want to be.»

It seemed to have shut the conversation down for the time being. I knew he listened. I knew he understood and I could feel that he was breathing normally again. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head, holding him as tight as I could.