it&#x27;s in the blood.

Well, hello.

Something nearly like myself, but not on such a strict schedule, I think. And... oh.

Well. You looked different before, pardon me. The Cailleach Bheur, Balance. Did they give you a different name, this time? Obviously, you change far more than I.

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“Clint Barton’s body?

And not me?

What did I do, then? If not take upon myself the burden of his worthless flesh? Take a warped existence, make it whole once again?

The miserable thing that crawled through filth, elevated to heights unknown. Oh, you know nothing-“

The Empty roars behind burning eyes.

“Godless? Me? I may be Godless now, whore, but unlike you I know redemption awaits - and my worth will be shown again, will it not?”

Oh, rage bubbles, rage boils. Souls withering and screaming. Voice raised.

“For Sins can be erased, unlike yours, unlike anyone else’s. And my brother’s blood? I will come back for more, I will, I will, I WILL. They are not at peace, they do not deserve to be, and neither do their whores and-“

Souls sometimes split through the middle. It is a given fact and a known one. The seams rip, burned by rage or pain or both.

In this case, it is both.

And the seam shatters like glass and melts like fat and blood - and blue eyes, suddenly, they turn a different hue: lights gone.

Sadness flooding.

Clint Barton’s head is being held underwater, but for the first time in months, he can see again. He doesn’t want to. Izrial had taken him.

It’s merely a moment, of course, slow motion of the most painful kind.

If you were on the inside, you’d see a man thrust into the limelight, and then you’d see a scream of rage and hear bones crunching as they were your own. Angelic hands that grab the archer from their place and slam him into forever, the sight of his own blood and rage projected onto the human soul.

Raphael has shattered, Raphael was weak.

And the light comes back to sadness filled eyes. And it was nothing but a second.

But for that second, Clint Barton breathes.

I am Nature. I am a piece of a mind, but also a piece of a heart. That is why he calls me Daughter, and that is why his name is Father on my lips.

I have twisted, nor taken nothing that is not mine. You will never again be able to say the same.

I just saw a boy's heart, Betrayer, and it was oh so much stronger than yours. I'd wager he can hear me, as well. Can you hear me, Clint Barton? I was there when you found your love in the blood drenched snow, you know me. All humans know me, but you, you have a memory to go with my scent.

You have heart, Clint Barton. A heart that is respected even by coldest Winter.

Destroy his.

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“So, how do you take it? Your tea, I mean. Not war.”

She lead the woman into the staff room and closed the door on a curious Half-Angel who was trying to peek round to get a better look.

Iced. To both.

I kid, obviously. Plain, and hot, is fine with me.

It has been a long time for both tea and war, and even longer since I've said the words in the same breath. Today is just full of surprises.

Only fools are envious of other fools - and I see one standing in front of me right now. Personification of winter? More of filth and godless ways.

The Malach Hamavet?

Is he enjoying my gifts, then?

Your gifts? Hardly. The body you inhabit, perhaps. I'm certain you think it very clever, to inhabit a master assassin and use his skills, but- that does mean you didn't do it, doesn't it? Which, of course you didn't, being a coward and, from what I hear of the past, the subordinate swordsman? After all, angels and demons, gods and personifications alike know who ended the Great War of Heaven.

It wasn't you. And it's not you again; how fitting. Just a coward, led around like so many others on the teat of a demon, whose milk will sour eventually. Even humans know that much.

Godless, though?

Well, that makes two of us, I hear.

Idiot. You've shot yourself in the foot. Angel of the Blind, indeed.

Envious?

Of you?

Envious of my hearing, as well! Truly a pity, what you lack in comparison.

Yes.

Me.

Did the little lost Fallen understand, or shall I fetch the Malach Hamavet to translate?

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“Well… fuck.”

She doesn’t look like a hag…

“Ok… Well, lovely to meet you… Shame it can’t be under different circumstances. I think Peter just put the kettle on… Tea?”

Oh, come now. My timing's not that off.

Ah! Yes. You meant the war. My mistake, of course you did.

So many Armageddons come and gone. But this one, yes, this is special. And tea would be lovely, darling, thank you.

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As much as a fool as your next of kin, I see - to think I’d dare you to come close to me. Or even have anything to do with your sort.

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While you, on the other hand - I have no idea of who you, happen to be.

I think you'd like me to.

You play at destruction. I am destruction.

And creation, which is a concept you've forgotten. I suspect you're envious.

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AFI third season can you feel the heat rising from below? can you feel the energy gaining strength, oh so slowly? but i’ll wait till the seasons change. i’ll wait till the fall comes.

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“Well, perhaps…he has been the one to do the, ah…taking. Not that I dislike that in the slightest, actually I am…quite charmed by it.”

“Oh darling, Loki has more children that he cares to admit, any Old God is liable to bear offspring. We do lead long, lonely lives, after all.

…you, ah? You can? Truly? Well, he intrigues me very much. Loki does not bestow his affections lightly.”

I would know. Which does, in fact, endear him to me. Look, we have so much in common already.

My father, however, is ashamed of none of his children, nor the amount of them. Perhaps because so many were pretty girls, I'll wager, and so many gravitated to his domain. Or, perhaps merely because he loves us, but you Old Gods. So subtle in your affections, and obvious in your loss. A bit of death might help you, though I'm sure you disagree. Try it, perhaps? You might start to like it.

Neither does he whose nature is mine, Skywalker. A point, perhaps, to keep in mind in the coming days.

Samhain is coming. And woe to those who ride against the Cailleach and her Maker.

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You know what, I am just going to throw any hope of meeting anyone normal ever again out of the window. I apologise if I sound rude, but I am. So lets just go with that. Lets cut the ‘oh lookit the silly human’ crap and get down to basics. You somehow know me. I somehow know your father. You find my surname amusing. Hmmm…. Let me see... You wouldn’t be one of Ciaran’s, would you?

You've taken the Malach Hamavet as a lover, and play video games with an ancient god and a hobgoblin.

If you do happen to start meeting anyone normal, I'd start to worry. Whether for them, or you, I'm not certain.

And, yes, "one of Ciaran's" is accurate, isn't it? And from what he tells me, I may even be able to use my actual name. And do less explaining. Let's find out.

I'm the Cailleach Bheur, Miss Doe. Already, such a pleasure.

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“No, no, you are every bit as lovely as he in your own right. I simply meant…Loki has taken him as a lover as well, something I do not doubt you are quite aware of. However, perhaps one born of mind and not of blood is less…offputting.”

“…you truly are something beautiful, dear.”

Oh, you've taken him, have you?

I do hope the idea of parenthood isn't offputting to you as a whole, then. I'm hardly my father's only child, not counting the one I beat to death every year. I wish I could say that gets old, but it never does. I'm sure she'd say the same.

But, yes. I grant you it's been a few thousand years since he procreated, but suffice it to say I'm in good company. Beautiful, though? Well.

I suppose I can see why he likes you, then.

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“Antlers….oh dear All-father.” The god coughed, perhaps flushing a tiny bit red, “I, ah….antlers. I know your father and…deeply apologize for my advances, oh dear…”

And why is that? I'm not lovely enough on my own, that I should deserve them? Besides, "father" is such a relative term in this case. I'm nearly as old as him; I doubt you'd note the difference, should it even matter. I was born of necessity, not of the womb.

There is a light in the lands, from Beltane to Samhain.

And from Samhain to Beltane, there is a darkness.

That would be me.

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Not subtle. I like you. But then again, why not. You are, technically, my jurisdiction.

Did he forget to tell you? Mo athair is so forgetful, these days, but then again, he has much to remember.

I wonder, how much do you recall of history, Miss Doe?

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Yes, because we plan our wars. I already miss your twin, Cailleach Bheur. She comes to call far less.

So, you’ve heard. Gods know I’ll regret asking, but I assume my daughter has an opinion?

The smart generals do. Then again, that's not you, is it? Not at the helm, and wipe that look off your face, it's better this way. Everyone has a proper place, and this isn't ours. You're not... this is not an act of cowardice. Your bravado is infuriating sometimes, even to me.

But, an opinion? Of course I have one.

I think it's going to be the best Samhain in years.

I'm rather looking forward to it. You?

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Doesn’t have to be warm to be a good morning, Miss.

I’m Jacob. Who might you be?

Too true, Jacob. Not the name I would have picked for you, but, alas, I make only half the rules.

You can call me Winter, I think. Do I look the part?

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“You know much about me, as such I am sure you know the answer to that as well. Loki enjoys a good guessing game…”

After your song and dance number in New York? Of course, had I not known before. But still, there's an amusing query right there, dear Loki- how do I know so much?

You're a smart one, on occasion. Let me give you a hint- this leaf fell not far from the tree, nor snow from the antlers. Depending on your preferred interpretation, of course.

“You take Loki in jest. And yet…you are a lovely one. Terribly so. Darling, do not tempt me to try - I shan’t be able to resist.”

It's a shame I was only born of his mind, and not still part of it. Then we'd have some fun.

But oh, terrible and lovely. At least you understand the basics. Might you feel the same about yourself, sometimes?