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she  should  probably  emote  less  —  that's  what  had  gotten  her  into  this  situation  to  begin  with.  a  few  too  many  wayward  glances  in  erkin's  direction,  a  little  bit  of  something  that  looked  too  endearing  and  soft  to  be  gone  unnoticed  by  anyone.  it's  only  fair  to  jump  in  the  opposite  direction  —  feign  disgust  and  hope  for  the  best.  "severe.  some  might  say  life  threatening.  the  doctors  told  me  it's  terminal,"  she  lets  out,  sweeping  her  hair  over  her  shoulders.  "wha  —  well,  then  maybe  you  should  stop  looking  at  me!  that  would  surely  solve  some  problems."  that  way,  he  wouldn't  notice  the  dusting  of  pink  forming  over  cheeks.

well, damn. is all hope lost? isn't her answer telling him to drop dead? that's what it feels like and he's an expert at reading between lines. (not even close). "i'm a dying man?" a low whistle and a shake of his head later, he decides it's time to stop playing dumb to soften this harsh rejection. "right... so since you don't like me..." a quick peek to make sure she's not having regrets about this all confirms what she's said: she doesn't. look at her, all red in the face with anger. he's doomed. "okay, since that's a definite no. help me out set a dating profile, nur. i need a good picture."

pad of his thumb starts to caress along femme's hand, tongue running out over lips.  “ so, that'd make you special... ”  minor smile traces his lips, gaze lifting to meet opposite hues. “ what's... what is your experience with dating ? ”  inquiring, curiosity glinting in both orbs while trying to find some sort of middle ground, while also getting to know her more  —-  felt necessary for this entire act to work successfully.

"i like dating," which directly translates to she does it a lot. her tales of romance are not unfamiliar to her friends, though her success rate is to be considered... not many men are equipped to deal with her complex work hours and those around her that do... well, it rarely ends well between them. "wait... are you the affectionate type? not a lot? does it bother you?" this is probably where they need to plan a bit, since there are people who know them well enough to spot the farce in here.

❝  i'm not crazy,  eda.  something's different.  you're different.  ❞    eyes squint in their pursuit,  chasing whatever miniscule shift may (or may not) occur in the other's expression.    ❝  see!  you're looking at me different.  ❞

panic clouds her judgement and blinds her decisive eyes. in this moment, eda recalls and copies what she hates most: a man caught. "are you sure? i think it might be my new hair treatment," gaslighting someone? she can't recognize herself anymore. but the sheer panic of confessing and losing aspen feels like her own personal hell. "see? glossy, no frizz? my fringe has never looked better," fingers run smoothly through her hair, an extreme attempt to keep her feelings hidden.

                                    almost      feels      like      this      wasn't      real      life      ,      and      maybe      that      was      for      the      best      ,      but      the      diminutive      assurance      the      other      gives      has      another      plethora      of      confessions      ready      to      rapid      fire      off      the      tip      of      her      tongue      .      hues      dilated      ,      another      dead      give      away      of      the      tipsy      state      she      wades      within      .      ❝      i      just      ⸻      i      can't      stop      thinking      about      you      .      i      know      ,      you're      my      best      friend      ...      this      feeling's      not      going      away      ,      though      .      ❞

oh, woe. what is this song? whatever tune plays between them now sounds louder than what they're screaming at the top of their lungs in the background. she wishes this was real, not a late night occurrence, so that this sweet lull could be for a little longer. though they might share the same melody, their lyrics might be a little lost in the beat... "i think about you all the time, too," truth or lie? is this moment she's getting caught up in or a real one? a little less alcohol and she might be able to tell... but here comes their latest round of requested cocktails so who the hell knows?

 “ so, one time prior to this episode, something happened and i was there ? ”  side glimpsing at her as his hands come undone, reaching over with a slight halt halfway, pondering, before committing to his act. fingers find her petite hand, gently gliding in in between her fingers to lock them with his  ;  touch gentle and smooth, only issue was how awkward and stiff his wrist looked.  “ i'm guessing it'll be hardest to convince our closest friends, wouldn't it ? ”  speech still somewhat gentle, knowing his own would be suspicious as first, but eventually understand why a woman like bambi was able to melt the ice away around his heart  —-  he just needed to be more relaxed in their act, which would be the toughest thing now. / @auspicicus

"i think..." she lets her gaze fall to their hands for a beat, then back to him again, "you're a better actor than i probably am." she offers a slight smile to him, partially teasing him with a familiarity that they are yet to explore. "is this how you are when you're flirting? i can't say i've ever seen you... interested in someone before."

a somewhat fond expression abruptly fades into something more like annoyance — nur's face contorting in disgust. even if he isn't entirely off base ( granted, she would hardly admit to it ), what kind of sick individual would point it out so nonchalantly. “you're an idiot. you know that, right?” she comments, rolling her eyes and ignoring inquisition all together.

ouch. an undiscrebably expression of repulsion later, he's got the message. what's left to do? laugh it out, erkin, laugh it out. what's the saying? rejection is just redirection. yeah, fuck that, his confidence is a little fragile right now and his ego feels bruised. "i've been told. but listen... how severely do you think this idiocy may be? -- also, you donpt need to do that expression, i get it, alright." hardy har har.

❝   i  don't  need  proof   —   i  can  feel  it.   like,   in  my  heart.   ❞

"what? that's crazy. you're crazy," crazy spot on. holy shit, someone lend her a saving hand over here. it's a two inch deep pool and she's drowning in it. a nightmare she can't wake up indeed.

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               eyes    narrowed    imperceptibly    at    that    sentence    ⸻    not    the    inquiry    itself    ,    but    the    sediment    behind    it    .    because    of    course    the    old    man    wasn’t    interested    in    how    he’d    escaped    consequences    .    no    .    he    was    asking    how    creative    he’d    gotten    with    it    .    such    a    perilous    thing    to    ask    that    of    someone    from    his    bloodline    .       ❛    first    of    all    ,    ❜       expression    arranged    itself    into    something    of    theatrical    affront    as    homme    reclined    further    into    leather    cushions    ,       ❛    i’d    appreciate    if    you    stopped    sounding    so    proud    every    time    i    commit    a    misdemeanor    .    ❜       despite    complaint    ,    grin    forming    across    boyish    countenance    betrayed    protest    entirely    .       ❛    second    …    technically    speaking    ,    i    didn’t    get    out    of    it    .    ❜       earned    himself    exactly    half    a    second    of    dramatic    silence    before    hand    rose    in    languid    clarification    .       ❛    i    just    redirected    the    conversation    long    enough    for    somebody    else    to    start    crying    in    the    lobby    .    ❜       corners    of    his    mouth    twitched    upward    with    unconcealed    satisfaction    .    there    it    was    again    —   that    slick    little    arrogance    he’d    inherited    so    directly    from    erkin    it    was    almost    insulting    .       ❛    anyways    ,    i’m    banned    from    that    building    now    .    only    temporarily    ……    i    think    .    ❜

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               ❛    it’s    not    bullshit    ,    dan    .    i’m    serious    .    ❜       gaze    cut    past    breadth    of    broad    shoulder    towards    the    bottle    blonde    he’d    been    entertaining    earlier    ⸻   pretty    in    the    way    of    something    disposable    ,    eager    enough    for    someone    who    didn’t    know    any    better    ,    and    most    damningly    ,    the    kind    of    girl    that    wouldn’t    stick    around    .    exactly    the    type    xeriz    wouldn’t    think    about    twice    …    under    normal    circumstances    .    hated    that    she’d    noticed    at    all    .    even    more    so    how    the    image    of    them    together    had    wedged    itself    beneath    her    skin    like    a    splinter    impossible    of    digging    out    .    dainty    limbs    crossed    over    chest    ,    manicured    nails    biting    into    the    soft    flesh    of    elbow    as    she    resisted    the    urge    to    roll    her    eyes    .       ❛    i    didn’t    realize    we    were    back    to    you    collecting    girls    at    the    bar    like    loyalty    punch    cards    .    ❜

                    𝓭𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 ... @auspicicus ༝

classic. there is not an ounce of doubt that this child is his. from another time and life, a divinely intervened appearance in between. "you know what? i tell my dad the same." a quiet snicker, hearty laughter to color in the scene. "so how did you get out of it?"

                    𝓭𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 ... @auspicicus ༝

does he? it takes a minute for her words to sink in slip into his ear over the beats booming through the speakers. this is not his crowd. at all. multitudes, loud noises and idle chatter: all three things he loathes with a passion. yet she dares question him about caring. "i'm going to pretend you didn't ask that bullshit," it's only because he cares that he's here.

                                    ❝      wish      i      could      tell      you      ,      i      think      about      you      all      the      time      ⸻      i'm      scared      to      death      that      i'll      be      wishing      for      you      for      the      rest      of      my      life      .      ❞      inebriated      state      provides      the      sense      of      illusionaries      ,      a      subtle      tactic      in      protecting      self      .      a      hard      truth      she'd      have      to      face      in      the      morning      ,      the      hypocrisy      in      stating      she      wished      she      could      speak      the      very      truths      spilling      from      brims      .

wish she could tell... and she does. controlled words spill out in a tandem, running wildly between the deafening silence that ensues. thoughts almost sober but the sweet temptation of these drinks buzzes through her, pulls her back into the safety of a drunkenly crafted scene. "don't be scared," a soft slur, quiet wave of words not graciously woven together yet, "i'm here, sophie."