- ̗̀ ❝ absconditus ❞ ̖́-

ihsan timur sağyaşar giovanni moretti. silistre ➠ venice. associated with thecrownshq

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brygyda

( ♕*°*. ) → it was from a hazy recollection that brought a k i n d e r image to mind, a sweeter boy who had peeked interest with his clever words and quick smile ─ someone curious enough to consider building a friendship with but not someone beneficial to the future of her country. the man before her was not the same boy and while she was not thrilled that she had been conned so expertly by someone so y o u n g, brygyda had a grudging sense of respect for him that would be admitted to no one but herself. the corners of her lips lifted up in a half-smile, a small thing that would have been missed otherwise. “a change of scenery, indeed.”

    oh, she did not doubt there would be many who would curse at his name and while his evident r e l a t i o n s to the ottoman empire did embitter her opinions of his person ever so slightly, she was interested in him now, far more than she had been before. “and at such a young age! not many people have been able to play me for a fool, giovanni,” yes, she remembered the clever merchant boy. “but to have fooled so m a n y? a commendable act indeed. do you not fear their scorn?”

         “many things i fear, your highness –– - scorn is the least of my worry,” he smiled. no, SMIRKED, as only ihsan would. because giovanni would never smirk. giovanni was sunlight and all that was charming beyond reasons and a pleasant sprinkle of cheeks and boyish mischiefs. 

         yes SCORN was the least of his worry. his head had always been on the line, head served up nicely on a silver tray if he had treaded wrongly. scorn was something he hadn’t cared much for. scorn was STILL something he didn’t care much for.  tilted his head, a wicked wicked expression on his face –– - like the devil himself, something so immoral and wrong, it tasted almost sweet in your mouth. “people will talk regardless. one should just raise above it. YOUR HIGHNESS, i think you would agree? especially when one’s been of great service to their country.” it was the very same act he had observed from HER. small talks from small people. what would it do?

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i really didn’t expect to wake up to such a devastating news. such a wonderful young man taken too soon. thank you for always cheering us up and always being there for us through your songs and through your voice. thank you for giving us smiles and laughters when we most need it. i am sorry, dear, that life has been most unkind to you. i am sorry, that we couldn’t be there for you when you needed a gentle hand just as you’ve always been for us. rest in peace kim jonghyun and may his family and friends be blessed with strength in this tough times. i can’t even begin to imagine their sorrow and would not dishonor them by doing so. i know that it might sound ridiculous to some, to be so affected by an idol’s passing. but i am. and i don’t think i force myself to write right now. i will ask for a full hiatus and see where to go from there.

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i’m at my grandma’s and the snow is really heavy over here (wifi’s always crappy and i always forget *cries*), but finally the wifi seems to be working today so i’ll work on queueing ALL the replies!!

[xsvngbird]

 “You can’t fix me.”

                               I know.                  I don’t want to ғɪx you.                   I want to 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 you.

                                                                  I want to love you,                                                                      𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 pieces                                                           𝔍𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 edges                                                      𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 colors and all.

                                                                       Milla & Ihsan ( @fcrglcry )

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karina

     she kept her cold and distrusting gaze on the man, a mirror image of her mother and sisters before her. karina despised operating in such a way ; she was known to be warm like the sun. but as of late, things have piled up – the attack, the shift in dynamics, and now the lies. it was almost laughable that giovanni, nay, whoever he had been would fit into the rest of the quiet chaos.

          ‘ and i am surprised to see that you look nothing like how i remembered, змей. ’ the princess retorted, not one to mince her words. it was perhaps the most fire she’d shown since that fateful night but it could not be all that surprising – she hated being lied to. ‘ but i suppose that is how one looks once you shed your skin. ’ 

     with a scoff, the blonde crossed her arms.

         only a SMILE graced his feautre, ever was a liar as charming as he –– - but ihsan bent the limits with his fingers like an old lover or melted chocolate, it was ever so sweet yet ever so painful. karina was NOT the girl he used to know anymore but neither was HE. hell be damned, he did not even bear the same name nor a SHRED of the person the RUSSIAN princess had known him as. instead –– - INSTEAD –– - here he was, a traitor on one hand and the most loyal servant on another.FUNNY.

         “do you like my new look, principessa?” AS IF the sharpness in her words and in her features didn’t bother him –– - ALTHOUGH perhaps it would be more correct if it really didn’t. iHSAN didn’t know of a karina romanovna as deeply and personally as giovanni; a boy who never even existed. “though i reckon, it is not only I who had shed my skin. my my, i must say the frostiness of the romanovs DO look good on you.” smile ever so wicked. he was CRUEL as the devil and twice as pretty. he didn’t need a knife to cut.

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constance

The redhead shook her head, red curls dancing like a wildfire that matched the burning look in her eyes. Rosy lips curled into a humourless grin.·“You lie either way. After all, I think we both know damn well that you feel not the slightest bit sorry for missing any coronation. It seems it has become so natural you simply do not know how to stop.” she spoke, her hand grasping the blue fabric of her skirt as a distraction.·“No doubt you were too busy as your own coronation, as king of snakes. I do wonder though, why no knight has been so brave as to put a dagger through the snake’s heart.”

“Do not mock me, you disgusting liar.” her voice was but a quiet hiss, though it echoed through the empty chamber as if it was shouted. He was enjoying herself far to much with her mistake to trust a man. She would not be played as the naive soul, for she was proud and strong and a man so cruel deserved nothing but a black eye.·“Shame you didn’t choke in your own vomit. Would have done the world a great pleasure. - Who are you really, if not Giovanni?”

         ihsan’s laughter rang clear and high in the air. and unsettling FIT for the situation, but ihsan always was that piece of puzzle that never seemed to fit. he found hilarity in her words –– - her anger, her hurt. showed how naive she really was, despite the time she had spent in the sea, time she was so very proud of. to be such an open book, that was another sign. “OH, you never fail to make me laugh. i wouldn’t have expected LESS from you, dear constance,” term of affection now nothing but a mockery. it’s easier to to be mean and let them ALL forget about him, easier for him too.

         being kind was always a HARD thing for him to do –– - something, his mother always did no effortlessly. he was, then, his FATHER’S son. “i said it before –– - as a dear friend. as GIOVANNI,” ihsan spat out the name like  v e n o m “i’ll say it again as  ihsan, you have a pure heart, believe it or not, constance hatun.” he smirked. he had dark eyes, but giovanni’s always looked, somehow, clear and bright. with his charms and the stars poured from his lips. but as IHSAN, dark eyes looked even darker, paper dipped into ink.

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anastasia

Anastasia arched a fine brow then, head tilting to one side as the ice cold eyes narrowed to slits. Probing the other, judging. “If that is the extent of your observance then you are surely a sad little spy indeed.” Her tone was prim, matched with a proper smile. From a distance, they would appear as nothing more than two nobles, sharing polite conversation in the halls. “You shall have to forgive me, of course, if I neglect to remember your name. I find many things are slipping my notice as of late.”

Was she angry with herself for not catching on? Perhaps. For it was her task here at Bern, now their mother had returned home, to keep the rest safe. But for now, the Queen was content to direct all her ill will toward him. 

         “flattered your majesty. i always appreciate your good words –– - we both know you’re quite picky,” the same wicked smile played on his face. HE was undaunted, undeterred, by her words, her scathing remark. anastasia might be french in title but every blood that shall drip from PORCELAIN skin would be russian blues. 

         picky he had said, something he learnt as GIOVANNI, something he noticed when she was selecting the goods he had brought with him. he goaded her, ihsan –– - ihsan. NEVER was a good boy. only played nice when needed. 

         “you may call me as you have. or you may call me sağyaşar paşa, i doubt it would make any difference. WHAT’S in a name, your majesty? the name never mattered, now, does it?” smile like honey or used to be. now only tasted acerbic in your tongue –– - like lemons. “i heard pregnancy could be a very exhausting experience for some, do try not to get too riled up. though i had heard some unpleasant arrival –– - other than mine” a chuckle inserted smartly, sounding so unpleasant despite the melodious sound. “had come to cause you grievances.”

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pietro

He did. He knew. And with every second that passed, the stab of betrayal that Pietro had tried so hard to deny the moment he saw the other only felt more and more real as he looked at the other’s sickeningly cruel smile. Giovanni was someone dear to him, someone he trusted wholeheartedly, but this person––he did not know this person. This person made him feel like a fool, as if he had made a grave mistake, and now he was being mocked for it.

Pietro stared at him in wounded disbelief, trying to fathom just what kind of person was before him. Could he separate a deed he deemed unjust from the person who had committed it? He wanted to understand––needed to understand––perhaps there was some acceptable justification, for a part of him still wanted to believe in the good in Giovanni. He wanted to believe that he had not lost a friend, yet on the other hand, could he have even lost a friend if, as he was beginning to realise with a heavy heart, the person before him had never been one in the first place? The young man seemed to hold no remorse for breaking faith. “You are proud of yourself? Who are you?”

         the young princeling, had welcomed him with a great big smile. those blue eyes that twinkled everytime he saw ihsan, for ihsan took him beyond the gates and walls of the palace, let those EYES saw WONDERS he could only heard of or read about. it wasALL fun and games for pietro, however, nothing was ever fun and games for ihsan ––– - not, since he had stepped his foot in this foreign land, spoke the tongue of foreign language. prayed to a GOD he didn’t believe in and forsake his own.

         eyes were a wonder, always had been. EYES were a gaping wound now. and IHSAN had no intention of licking his wound like giovanni would. ihsan never was very compassionate, he realized that. “i wouldn’t say proud would be the exact way to describe how i feel,” he started, drawling his words. “but i got my JOB done. i was ihsan çelebi before. now i stood where my father and brothers once did. ihsan timur sağaşar your highness. i WOULD say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but i doubt it is.”

[wnq-writers]

He is an angel made of devilish grins and laughter.

atelophobiaxx  (via wnq-writers)

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ophélie

at his touch she practically melted into his side. the warmth breaking down the (thin) walls of ice that she had tried to build her self. emotion rushed out as water would’ve when the dam was breached. fresh tears rushing to red eyes and dripping down frozen cheeks.

that precious time in the ottoman empire had kept her a l i v e. a friend (maybe more then?) to speak to, to just have someone that understands. (closed off) when she arrived, her time with him o p e n e d her up like the books in the library they spent their days in. speaking things she had never DARED to think, never mind verbalise. days spent forgetting what would happen when she went home. it didn’t last, but she didn’t care (every second counted).

“truly?” she breathed, questioning herself more than him, even though a million possible ones where bubbling up inside her. why had he said he was giovanni? who even was giovanni? what had happened in the years since they had last saw each other? since they had last wrote each other? why had he stopped writing? why had she?               “truly it is” none of that mattered at the moment, they could be answered later.

“my father? who else could it be?” she asked her voice lacking any of the usual spite that anothers would have when speaking those words. “he - he’s not here, it was a letter” she picked up the discarded parchment keeping it folded over as she summarised, the words inside already enshrined into her memory. “ i am a stupid girl, a silly girl, a simple girl who can’t even be trusted with the simple task of going to bern to find a husband. so much so he must trouble him self to come”

         “TRULY.” he repeated, a word, a reassurance, a promise, a MEMORY. in one simple word was everything he had ever been to her, everything he had offered to her. ihsan sağyaşar, even as he had killed himself, would always let his falls crumble down for ophélie; the boy who spoke of nothing but snarks and bitterness mellowed down and honeyed himself up. and NOW, now, he brought someone back from the death for her. to what length? and what for? her father had never liked him. and his father would never let him marry an infidel.

       EVEN though romance had been killed between them, even if they were not what they had been. was ihsan not still her friend, would ihsan not still do anything to dry her tears, to caressed them all away and hide her from the CRUEL lights of the moon?

         “do not speak as such,” words were murmured, they were soft. had he ever been soft to anyone but his mother –– - his POOR mother, once surrounded by her boys, now left with only one and IHSAN, her golden youngest darling, presumed dead. it was all for the sultan, all for hünkârım. ( a mantra he whispered every night until he forgot the tears of his mother.)

         surely if one were to walk in  on them now, this was not a sight to see. this was not a DISTANCE a gentleman should be around a proper lady but he cared not. ihsan placed his hand upon her head, kissed the top of it while the letter quickly found its way to his idle hand. dark eyes skimmed over it. a SIGH. then a grunt of frustration. “you are not a simple girl, you are not stupid, not at all. or i wouldn’t had fallen for you all those years ago.” he gave a quiet chuckle. ihsan had been a boy too smart, too hungry for knowledge. 

         “is he coming?” he then asked, after a pause. then continued as he sat back, putting a respectable distance between them. held her gaze. spoke. “know that i would marry you if need be.” if need be.

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taylor swift // this is why we can’t have nice things

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carlo

    if he hadn’t spoken, the knight would not have recognized him. his voice was different, greatly so, but it caused him to look up, eyes meeting a man dressed in such splendor, brow immediately furrowing in confusion as hazel hues looked him over. the face, he had not forgotten, but he could not help but feel overcome with a sense of bewilderment — he had known he had left, but he had not expected this on his return.

      “ i would not know, i did not attend myself. though, i hear it was quite grand. ” his voice was soft, barely concentrating on his words, nothing like the deep booming tone, brain slow on the uptake, it seeming as if there was one piece of a puzzle missing. 

      “ what happened giovanni ? ” the conversation could not continue with the question unanswered, “ i knew you had left but i had not expected such a transformation on your return. ”

         silence. then, a burst of laughter. it sounded so cruel if only for the fact that he could laugh at a time like this. but IHSAN had always been a SINISTER KID, a boy not to charming, a boy who shot snarks and rolls of eyes so openly. IHSAN had not been GIOVANNI and that much was being made clear right now.

         “carlo, must you ask? is it not clear enough or should i go explain it to you slowly?” inquires were a mock at the other, and his lips twisted in the DARKEST of smiles, a premonition of something ominous. but –– - then. ihsan sighed and a shade softer when he spoke. “giovanni never existed. giovanni has always been me.” silence, then, “well i really enjoyed what we had while we lasted.” whatever it was, however real it was. it probably wasn’t. ihsan didn’t know anymore, the line was ever so BLURRY.

         his DARK EYES were ever so lovely, glass-like, liquid characteristics. you can DROWN in them, spend eternities staring into them, even if they did not promise golden dreams anymore. those eyes held carlo’s gaze as ihsan finally said, “carlo, if ever we were friends –– ” his hesitation almost gone by undetected, “ ––  may i ask that you visit my papa and mama and see that they do well?” because HE couldn’t. not anymore. and he loved them –– as ihsan. as giovanni. both were always filial sons.

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tfw you want to take more characters but stop yourself

[narnian-neverlander]

10 Male Fictional Characters I’d Marry in a Heartbeat

No. 1: Edmund Pevensie

The Chronicles of Narnia

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brygyda

( ♕*°*. ) → her hands had taken to the customary past time of many proper ladies of court, fingers familiar with the routine of needlework that she needn’t glance down to check at her work beyond occasional change of direction ─ a delicate kerchief, to be used at opportune moment perhaps, to wipe at the upper lip of a prince or to be held sweetly against her own lips in feigned surprise. it would be impossible to miss the boy man that entered the room, even if her gaze had not been studying the entrance so intently. 

    he looked disturbingly f a m i l i a r, the thought pricking at her mind insistently for she could not recall exactly where she had seen him ─ wherever it was, he most certainly could not have been dressed as he was currently. eyes narrowed before a smile was placed onto features, slightly curious and entirely too sharp to be friendly. “i cannot say ─ i arrived when the celebrations were nearly over.” even if she had arrived earlier, she would have begged exhaustion if it meant missing a prussian strutting around with a crown atop his head. “ah!” girlish exclamation, though irritation seized her heart. betrayal? she did not know the m e r c h a n t too well but the man before he reeked of the ottoman empire and she had known him as italian before. “now i remember you! only… you were not dressed as such when we met last, no? perhaps congratulations are to be offered to you as well ─ after all, one does not often see a merchant rise in rank so quickly and in a different country, at that.”

         “i needed a change of scenery, your highness.” such a joke so inappropriate given the gravity of the situation yet his coal heart find humor in it regardless. giovanni giovanni. GIOVANNI was a young man full of charm, whose words and eyes told you tales of golden dreams and sweei childhood pleasures that you had forgotten. it was HEAVY in giovanni’s eyes. however quite clearly –– - these qualties did not exist in ihsan sağyaşar. sardonic nature, snarky retorts. he was not so charming. NEVER had been, not as a boy, not as a man.

         brygyda was someone he was ALWAYS wary off. one foot on the ground. she, like maddalena, was someone difficult to handle. they were smart, unlike the rest of them royals he met, so foolishly drunk on their puffed ego and their useless pride that they failed to see what’s right in front of them. “hm –– - quite a feat i pulled, don’t you agree? perhaps i should write a book about it, teach a lecture about it.” sarcasm dripped heavily from his words, masked only by the sweet veil of propriety and useless politeness. 

[sinfullvibes]

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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a totally not creepy character smells hc; giovanni was saffron and lemons. sandalwood and honey. everything golden and rich. complimentary and harmonious. ihsan is darker and heavier, to a point. treacle and cinnamon sticks. licorice and blackberries. a cacophony of scents that shouldn't work but do. both so different but both sweet.

send me your headcanons for my muse (accepting)

        i love this, especially the things you have down for ihsan!! i really think he would have something darker and heavier for sure, something indescribable, something you couldn’t work out. giovanni’s is pretty spot on too. i love this so much!! thank you!! 💖