* effervescent.

[ ASLIHAN MALBORA. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AYLIN KALKAN is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY FOUR year old COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR from COLOGNE, GERMANY has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite VIVACIOUS & TACTLESS.

[ i will probably go back and fix this up a little later but here u go for now! go easy on me, aylin is a v new bby and i’m yet to figure her out further. enjoy this slightly all over the place gal! <3 ]

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A stifled laugh escapes past her and if someone knew about siblings that were a pain in the ass then that would be Aylin. “Yeah, definitely yours are not worth it.” She only had to deal with bagel thieves, but not with boyfriend thieves. Of course, that’s something she wouldn’t tell Aylin, but her tone was enough to imply it. “I think your booty is fine, but also who am I to tell you not to eat some baked goods? I can only encourage you, my friend,” she says, smiling at Aylin, her everlasting bread buddy. “Well, they do have the best drama club president ever and I’m not just saying this because you are my friend, you really must be talented to control such a group. Maybe I should join, just to witness the drama from the front row, what do you think?” She’s kidding as no matter how much she loves Aylin, she would never join the drama club. Her life was often dramaless and she liked it that way.

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a sigh escapes her lips at ava’s words and she shakes her head. her siblings truly are a difficult subject and one she isn’t interested in getting into at this very moment. “ are they even really your siblings, if they don’t drive you insane? ” she asks, grinning at ava from the side and clearly avoiding all further discussion. “ right?! everything that can be used as an excuse to eat buttery, flaky and sweat treats should be fully embraced. ”  they move up in the queue and aylin further tries to get a better look at the baked goods, only distracted by ava’s mention of joining the drama club, which made her snort a little ungracefully. “ you? joining the drama club?! i basically have to drag you to come to more than one performance each play, only because you ‘don’t like sitting so close to other people’. truly, for an artistic person and my best friend you’re as far away from a thespian as one can get. ” those words are accompanied by a playful bump into ava’s side. “ though, i have to admit now i’m intrigued by the thought. who would i cast you as? maybe the skull hamlet talks to. ” 

RA meetings are agonizing. Most of the time, the meeting is just a big rambling mess that could have been an email and today was no exception. As soon as it's over everyone stands up, ready to get out of there as soon as possible. He stays until the end to get a word with Sage, and inadvertently he watches as Aylin leaves and drops a note. He calls her name to let her know but she's gone, so he picks up the paper only to find it's a note addressed to him. He skims through the letter, his insides twisting anxiously before he folds it and puts it in his pocket. If he was going to read this, he couldn't do it here.

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the door is still open behind her when her phone indicates several new messages and with a deep sigh, she looks through her bag to find it. a foolish thought that maybe she would be able to have a quiet night for herself. looking at the phone, however, doesn’t reveal the drama club or study group issues she had anticipated but instead several messages from iker. 

Message from: IKER  hey, we need to talk. Message from: IKER can you come to my place? Message from: IKER please, i need to show you something

while she’s unsure she has the energy required to deal with anything relating to her ex, she still messages a quick “omw” back, before walking backwards and closing the door of dionysus house behind her once more. goodbye quiet night in. on her way to aphrodite house she mentally goes through all the possible things iker could want to show her. maybe he would make some plea about mia being back and those two probably picking up things back up where they had left them. whyever he would think she’d be interested in hearing anything about that. 

when she finally arrives and noor opens the door, aylin only hugs her and quickly explains that she’s there to see iker, before walking on to iker’s room. the door is already open and so she sees this as an invitation and steps in. “alright, i’m here. what is it?” crossing her arms in front of her chest in what is probably a subconcious defense measure, she looks at him expectedly. that is until she retrieves a sheet of paper and holds it out to her. “oh, thank you, that’s...” she starts, until she realizes what it is he is holding. she swears she can physically feel her heart dopping to her feet. 

“i... you read it?!” her voice is a whisper, filled with shock as she can do nothing but look at the piece of paper in his hand. the piece of paper she had poured her heart’s content into. something he never, never should have gotten to read. she can’t get herself to look at him or even take the paper. instead, she slowly backs up towards the door, her first instinct a quick escape. “this.. you were never supposed to read this,” she mumbles shakily. there was something she should be doing right now to salvage this situation. probably get control of herself and laugh it off, make up some lie about creative writing or this being from a long time ago. instead she can hardly utter a word and everything inside her is yelling at her to leave, just LEAVE. 

“ ah, there hides the fresh princess of denmark. ” aylin jokes, as she walks into the room. it’s not like she had expected anything different from scar, since they had both been spending a considerable amount of time right here recently. the preperations for hamlet was heating up as time seemed to constantly attempt to flee their grasp. “ i hope you saw my messages, i brought you a cup of coffee anyway. i had the feeling there was no way i was going to stay awake for long enough to get anything done otherwise. ” walking up to the stage, where her co-president is already seated, she then hands scar one of the cups. “ black coffee, as always. ” the fact that aylin’s cups holds a cappucino with two pumps of vanilla is in some way a very fitting commentary on their differences. putting her own cup on the edge of the stage, she then climbs up there as well. “ alright, what do we do first: running or lines or scheduling weekend rehearsals? ” 

@aylineu​.

“ OKAY , PREDICTIONS ON BEST AND WORST DRESSED ? ” a grin from ear to ear forms on glossed lips as she falls back onto the couch, unfolding the throw blanket to cover her and aylin. she leans toward the coffee table to grab her drink before turning to her sister. “not sure if i’m more excited for the red carpet or the actual awards show ― like on one hand, i love seeing the different trends. but on the other, i love the drama that unfolds when the clear winner loses the award to someone who didn’t deserve it.”

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“this is definitely the moment where i have to admit how uninformed i am on who is attending. still, i say zendaya as best dressed. isn’t she always? or blake lively. worst dressed are all the men who wear black suits. it’s boring and they’re not even trying.” holding on to one side of the blanket, she smiles at vi, glad that they finally have time for a night like this again. award shows and a never ending supply on snacks had become an important tradition for these two after all. taking some popcorn from a big bowl standing on the coffee table, she thinks on vi’s point for a little. “i think i watch mostly for the audience reactions. no wonder so many reaction gifs are made from award shows. meryl yelling in the audience? will never be surpassed.” checking the screen, she realizes they still have plenty of time before anything interesting is about to happen and so she slightly nudges vi with her foot. “okay, tell me in a quick run, how was your week. previously on: the life of vi.”

                                her anger is justified; expected, even. however, that does not mean that sage had been prepared for it. his feet remain glued to the ground beneath him for longer than he would have cared to admit; his silence partially out of fear and partially out of respect. giving aylin some time to cuss at him had seemed like the very least he could do for her — that is, until his gaze gets caught by the crimson pooling in the grass below. 

it’s enough for him to let his anxiety take the reins; heartbeat fastening inside of his chest. “ no. i know. i know, and i’m so, so sorry. ” though sage opts not to answer her question, he finds himself mentally cursing himself for the hex he had indeed placed upon her just a minute ago. cutting her had never been part of his plan; though he doubts anyone would care to believe him after learning of his little tricks. best not to speak of it at all. 

“ i’m so sorry, ” he repeats, like an incantation willing the female to please forgive him. it takes him all the courage he’s got left to kneel down next to her; vision clouded with worry and a whole lot of regret. without asking for approval, the son of hecate makes a weak attempt at inspecting the wound, though never daring to actually touch the skin. instead, his hands hover over the cut only barely — as if the gesture would somehow put the gushing of blood to an end. “ it doesn’t seem like a very deep wound.. ” the hesitant words are meant to be reassuring, though he is not entirely sure as to who he is trying to reassure at the moment. her? himself? a laughable shot at doing verbal damage control? 

“ but we should probably get you to the infirmary just in case. ” sage haphazardly reaches into empty pockets as he speaks; tugging them inside out as if he were actually expecting to find something useful. of course, he is left disappointed. “ i’ll support you. or carry you. or i could just call a healer to the field. i’m so sorry. ” his eyes are cautious when they look for hers; his next question no short of foolish. “ does it hurt a lot? ”

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his apologies do little to quench the boiling rage inside her, her fingers digging into the grass beneath her as she stares at him. for some reason, his incessant pleading actually rather made served to heighten her disgust for him. repeating the words as often as you could didn’t make them more sincere, after all. “shut up! shut up! fucking hell, first you assault me and then i need to listen to your whining? fuck no!” 

her cursing, however, didn’t seem to stop him from getting closer, even crouching down next to her. raising her eyebrows, she watches his antics, her gaze only shortly flickering to her own blood on the ground. better not to look at it too much, better to keep her attention on sage and his ridiculous attempt at inspecting the damage. “oh? it doesn’t seem too deep?” her voice is mock relieve and honey, as she draws her legs in closer, out of the reach of his hovering hands. “i’m so glad doctor sage, however might i thank you for this professional assessment.” the act she’s putting on is quickly interrupted by a hiss, as she moves her foot the wrong way and the pain suddenly intensifies, as well as the amount of blood. “shit!” now, her own hands fly to the wound, unsure what to do but wanting to stop the blood from flowing somehow. 

once more, sage’s attempts at salvaging this situation (or saving himself?) disturb the haze of slight panic that started to build in her. ridiculous, a demigod panicking about a tiny wound on her foot. “you think so?!” her tone is supposed to be biting but the slight quiver to her voice probably diminishes the intended menacing effect. while watching him dig through his pockets is almost comical, she had actually started worrying a bit about the whole wound thing herself. 

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

yes, but she believes everyone has several soulmates. it’s also not neccessarily a romantic thing to her or rather it doesn’t have to result in a romantic relationship (since aylin likes to romaticize her platonic relationships plenty). soulmates, to aylin, are those people who just see you and accept you, those whose love she’d never have to fear falling away. 

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

aylin likes to completely ignore her instincts all too often, running head first into situations or the arms of people her intuition warned her off. she is often batteling herself in this regard, too strong-willed to heed even her own advice. so far she has proven herself surprisingly resistent to learning from her own past mistakes as well.

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ?

this one is a YES. especially with people, aylin is very possessive over those she loves. i think one way she expresses this is showing her affection a lot through physical intimacy. holding their hands, caressing their face, linking her arms with theirs or sitting so close their leg is touching hers. she just likes to remind herself the other person is there, in a physical sense. this is also partially where the entire attention craving aspect comes from. when she feels like she isn’t receiving enough attention she tends to get insecure about other people’s affection, often reacting by distancing himself from them. this is also how she expresses jealousy. 

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

aylin likes people, she loves people. she would be nothing without other people because how would she even know she really exist otherwise? being a very social person, she loves having people around her. she loves to laugh and dance and drink with them. she likes the feeling of life flowing all around her, pulsing under her skin. being a very egocentric person, she tends to accidentally take more from people than she gives. craving attention, adoration and affection makes her often view people in regards to how much they can give her, disliking people who are unwilling to give her any of that. 

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,   or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?