date — october 15th, 2020
location — lisbon, portugal
status — for @zaidhearn
Why they expected better from him, they weren’t entirely sure. After all the time that they had spent together, Evren had mistakenly assumed that a creature that was the pinnacle of perfection, such as she, ought to be given more than a happy birthday text paired with a Zaid-approved dick pic. Zaid, as always, had lived up to his rather disappointing expectations, so the princess of the Pantheon had decided that it was time for him to make his reparations. So, she had hopped on a plane, made her way to Lisbon, and stood before the door of the room that she had tracked him to.
They looked at their nails, lazily kicking at the door in lieu of a polite knock. If God favored her, then Zaid would have a hangover, which would make the racket she was causing all the more excruciating for him to endure. For a half-second, she considered turning on her phones flashlight to shine in his face — but before she could, the door was swinging open, and she was stepping gracefully through the threshold, flicking their hair over their shoulder for good measure.
“Are you here, all by your lonesome?” They laugh, eyes glancing about the room, fingers slipping into Zaid’s to tug him along. Familiar, rough, and warm. Just as she expected. Just as she’d hoped. “I thought you might have done better, Z. Shacked up with someone. Might be difficult to do, though, considering your personality.”
