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ASLIHAN MALBORA in #darmaduman | 5. BOLUM

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)

mavixdeniz

Aslihan Malbora via Serhat Sen Instagram Reels

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)

kendalsroy

ASLIHAN MALBORA Darmaduman

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)

juliawvicker

You know I’m not broken, right?

#words ✿ (you can't always be strong but you can always be brave.)

miraydanerarchived

ASLIHAN MALBORA DARMADUMAN | 1. BÖLÜM

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)

erenxdemir

Like a cobra that wound its way to the throat, Olympias had never ceased in her ways. That was obvious in the letters Alexander got, in the way that when she couldn't get through him, she'd write one to Hephaestion, or Thessalonike if she was truly trying to weave another tangled web. No one questioned his lineage anymore, no one asked about the way he'd become king – he'd done enough to prove himself, and as he returned to Babylon, his new empire around him, there was little that would burden him as he looked towards the future.

Feeling the presence of another druid, however, was surprising, since the few he knew were never usually near where he was. To see his sister, however, made him wonder what she had gotten herself into this time. "Nike," his tone was wary, only taking hold of her arm as he took in her spirit, "What did you do?" He was shocked, to say the least, but her enthusiasm never failed to make him smile. He was too excited to see his sister, but making the route all the way to Babylon? With Darius still wandering the sands? "You should have told me you were coming. Does Mother know you're here? You're dead when you're home. She'll send you into your second life now that you have some to spare."

naturesesme

The door shut on the guards and Nike smiled more brightly to see Alexander's wary reaction. She was mostly alone with Dionaeia for those months, it wasn't something she was used to yet - seeing another magical creature and realizing that she could sense their differences and similarities to her. Apparently her brother had had this druidic aura about him the whole time. And if she could feel it on him, than surely that was what he was feeling now as he came forward and took her arms and looked at her as though he were reading an interesting book. "Oh, didn't mother tell you? I went on a religious sabbatical," she teased. He didn't need to hear gory details that might ruin an otherwise rightfully good mood. And obviously she'd found an Archdruid.

"... While you've clearly been conquering Persia. I'm tired of feeling useless, Alex." By now, the humor faded away and the princess looked up at her brother more sincerely. She didn't want fame, or money, or glory or even storybook love - Nike had never indicated as much. But she wanted something wilder, she wanted something adventurous, something that took her breath away and made her feel like her life had purpose at the same time. "I don't want to stay home and risk you marrying me off to some foreign king, I'm better than that. I knew I was meant for more. I knew it and I could feel it as long as I could feel wind in my hair and dirt on my hands. I chose this and I fought to make it happen and it's for me but... now, well... it could be useful for you too." She straightened her back and raised her chin, the tell-tale sign of a stubborn teenager determined to get her way. At that moment, she was barely old enough to be called anything else. "Because I'm not going home. You're conquering the world and I wanna see it."

#interaction ✿ (love her but leave her wild.)#& alexander #& alexander 001

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Darkmoon Faire

What I especially like about this track is the weird, gloomy way the cheery tune fades out at the end.

#music ✿ (her aura is made of poetry; roses and galaxies.)

miraydanerarchived

ASLIHAN MALBORA DARMADUMAN | 1. BÖLÜM

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)

cottaqecore

elle perrucci

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)#study ✿ (wild spirit; but a soft heart and such a sweet soul.)

gifsbymel

Aslıhan Malbora in Darmaduman [2022]

#visage ✿ (i grew up with flowers in my hair and dirt on my knees.)#relationships ✿ (do no harm; my gentle one; to anyone on earth.)#with atlas #// i know he's a bigger kitty but idc

Date: 300's BCE and Persia is freshly conquered Location: Babylon Characters: @erenxdemir & @naturesesme Notes: Siblings haven't seen each other in literal months

She'd been missing for months. Of course, Olympias had made certain not to worry Alexander and, quite frankly, Nike was happy she'd been so pragmatic about it. The Queen Mother had hid away the truth and made certain to tell her other siblings that, in the young princess' terrible grief over the death of her father at her sister's own wedding, she had gone on a religious sabbatical and not ran away from home. It wasn't entirely untrue. The princess had taken Olympias' old druidic tomes and stolen away on a ship to find herself. Tired of geography books, sly women's politics and fancy dances. She crossed the seas to find the rumoured living Archdruid and eventually had, spending months at Dionaeia's side and learning all she could while the entire course of the world changed just ship's ride away.

Her mentor had told her stories of how souls of mortals eventually flickered away and were made into brand new ones. That was who Thessalonike was - a shiny new soul, a new life, a new promise. But not her brother, no. Her brother was an old soul. Already, Alexander proved the legacy of his many lives. In her absence, her oldest brother had conquered Persia, which most people seemed surprised about because they hadn't sat at his side while their teachers marveled at his genius and his sister just looked out the window, wanting to run out into the gardens. She heard the stories from the sailors on her way back home, even one of a new Pharaoh with her brother's name. It was lovely to not return home and dodge questions about her supposed sabbatical or tell Olympias how her ship had sank and she nearly drowned. Instead, she headed straight to Persia and entered the castle without notice or pomp. A mountain dog, large, but inconspicuous if she played her cards right. And she did play them very well right up until she made it to the king's floor where the guards started rightfully yelling and chasing her. Alex opened the door to wonder the commotion and she immediately darted inside.

Nike bravely withheld a giggle as soon as she stumbled into her true form and she smiled brightly at her brother - away from the view of the door and all the apologizing Persian guards. "So this is all new." Nike looked towards the little statue of the late King Darius in the corner. Maybe her brother was still in the process of remodeling.

#interaction ✿ (love her but leave her wild.)#& alexander #& alexander 001 #// i know you had to expect a novel

tamlenx

The sadness of this druid was lined within each faint smile and quirk of her expression, it was a devastating mirror to Tamlen's own grief and the Worldly forced himself to peer away despite what was united between them currently. "Esme, I have been alive for over two millennia, perhaps the blink of an eye for an elf like myself, but my life has been one of solitude, of adventure," he'd lived a long time embraced by the courts, a young fey sheltered within Titania's established realm within the Otherworld, but the Worldly had desperately needed to escape the sequestered bounds of the realm. Revas and he had been strangers until they were both well into the adult lifespan of fey, bonded by their planned meets within the mortal realm; it was here they spoke of the beauty of the realm Revas cherished, the advancements made, the courts within the Otherworld, and somewhere between, he spoke of Esme. Thessalonike as she had been, something Revas reminisced on, someone he had lost. It burned to know they had found each other again, it burned worse to figure it had been too late for them to have enjoyed it. A bittersweet reunion torn asunder by his untimely disappearance, his death. Tamlen would not know of what happened to Revas, but it couldn't have been anything that warranted his cruel demise.

"-What you had with my brother is something I have not yet been able to understand because I myself have not experienced it. You may feel as though you could have never belonged amongst the elves, but take great care to note that I would welcome you if you ever needed refuge from your world, your troubles." Revas may have been gone, this may have been a goodbye, but should the druid find herself in murky waters, Tamlen left the door open for her to return if she needed aid from a celestial elf such as himself.

naturesesme

Esme had grown up a princess in one life and a general's daughter in another - a lady made of storybooks. But unlike the princesses that she'd grown up in this latest life watching on TV, Esme wasn't the kind of warm and affectionate to reach out and hold a stranger's hand or smile at them with hope lighting up in her smile and songbirds resting on her shoulders. At least that hadn't been her since they told her Revas was gone. But Tamlen's words were warm and reassuring - they would touch her heart as the days went on and she started to wonder more at length about the elves. She'd think of Tamlen when she saw the shimmer of gold or a particularly beautiful laurel tree. She'd remember that he was kind and perhaps she'd see this beautiful place again, perhaps she'd be strong enough to face it again. The druid looked to the beauty of this graveyard and then the warm glow of the branches far, far, far above them. Then she returned her solemn gaze back to the celestial elve and tried to smile a little in response.

"... Ma serannas," she murmured. Thank you. Esme paused, uncertain for a second before the words finally came to her in soft, graceful but slow pronunciation. "Malas suledin ne halam." I hope you find strength (in enduring loss or pain.) Her gaze lowered. "Farewell, Tamlen."

END.

#interaction ✿ (love her but leave her wild.)#& tamlen #& tamlen 001 #// SDFJKNSK i forgot Alexander the Great was over 2k years ago because somehow i thought that was sooner #// (all i knew was Revas was like 100 at that time and that Tamlen was old asf)#// i see everything now my eyes are opened #// antyway here is a perfect time for a sadness ending but i have a feeling it wont be their last thread :))

milenabarbcsa

Loss was so fragile yet so unbearably tangible all at once; the Fox often felt consumed in how swiftly her life transitioned to that of the supernatural. It felt as though she'd died, those mortal pieces of her and in a way she had, but Milena was quiet in her suffering, she'd persevere until the blood spilled over too rapidly to ignore. She mourned what could have been, the life of ignorance she once led, what it could have amounted for the Fox, if anything at all; perhaps mundanity never was meant to serve her. "So, we'll take the long way through the fey forest," Milena smiled softly, she understood Esme was immediately taking them off track from the Pyramid and the Fox found comfort in that. She wasn't quite ready to face the unbearable silence the evening would overtake once she was back in the sanctity of her room in the Pyramid. The others already felt alienated, shut out after Octavian's exile, whereas Milena attempted to remain in blissful ignorance.

"There's no reason for our trainings and runs any longer, hm?" A trick question, poised innocently as Milena attempted to pick at Esme's mind; for all the Fox knew of the Princess, she understood that Esme had plenty of experience and lifetimes under her belt. Nonviolence was decreed over Rome, through the Senate, but nobody could really be convinced that it would stick, right? "But I'll play along; you've taught me so much." Credit was due where Esme was concerned but it didn't absolve Milena's current conflict; her maker banished, the other acolytes up in arms, the Fox was at a crossroads.

naturesesme

When it came to the agility, the grace and the strength of a fox, Milena Barbosa was more of a natural than Esme had been at the beginning of this life - the first of three lives in which she'd been able to move a little past the canidae trait. "Oh, just because there's nothing left to teach you in regards to the fox, doesn't mean you can't still learn something," she noted, taking on a little smile as Milena played with her. All that was really left was continuing to perfect the acolyte's already existing animal skills, her natural magic and getting to know more advanced traditions and history. At least in the curriculum. What they didn't have often in their curriculum was a review on the elven world and Esme liked to think their two natural species were quite entwined in many ways. Revas had taught her much of his world and Esme would in turn teach her favored students how there was a lot more to the magical world than just the elements. The elven magic of the Fey Forest could be dangerous but neither one of them were alone.

So they walked along together, idle gossip and very comforting chatter between two before Esme's smile faded as they entered through the Fey Forest border, her expression growing more pensive as she wondered what she might have missed in all this time not speaking more personally with Milena. Octavian had been banished by the rest of them. While Esme never thought Milena was much like the wayward phoenix and their relationship didn't seem anything like Esme and Dionaeia's, there was still always a bond between archdruid and druid. "How have you and the other acolytes been doing?"

#interaction ✿ (love her but leave her wild.)#& milena #& milena 001

safiyebalik

"I promise I will." It was a request that she would honor, getting into her jeep and driving until she found the field that was most suiting of the vivacious druid, it didn't matter how many state lines or towns she had to drive over -- she wouldn't rest until she found the proper one. "We'll meet again someday." It was a knowledge that made it all easier, the cycle of life wouldn't rest for them despite the fear of not returning but there had been a strange lightness recently as if the fear of the First death's and the consequential reincarnation cycles had lifted. Attuned to her spirit, being a druid meant listening to the Earth in return. "Do you feel as if things have changed once again? Not simply from the War but there's a lifting of the burdens that losing the First had brought."

naturesesme

We'll meet again someday. The line made her smile both bright and sincerely for the first time in days since Revas' funeral. Whether or not it was true, the hope and the sentiment itself was enough to warm Esme's heart as she admired her friend under the winter sun. "... Yes," she replied to the question, her words softer and quieter and more sobered. "It's strange though, isn't it? I didn't think the Necronomicon's destruction would have had anything to do with how things felt... at least..." Esme wasn't sure how to word her confusion - and so it occurred to her in that moment that perhaps it was just silly to not believe things finally weren't complicated this time around. She shook her head. "Maybe it's just that we feel Oztalun's at peace now or something. I hope so. Gods aren't like us... maybe he knows his kids and his druids are okay now."

#interaction ✿ (love her but leave her wild.)#& safiye #& safiye 002

archeolcgist

"Yeah, I figured he would have his fun kicking and beating people into shape with Dionaeia instead," Evy admits with a such as she closes her eyes and rubs them to get rid of the heaviness on her eyes. Maybe it had been a bad idea to prompt the modernization of the archives, but it would be much more convenient to have access to a summary of each document online and have a database of where they were held, at the very least. "That works. Maybe we can rope in Safiye and it will go faster. I think she knows enough about technology to help too," she muses as she opens her eyes and sends her fellow Keeper a worried look before focusing back on her work. "How are the classes going? I know you have a couple of troublesome acolytes on them."

naturesesme

"I like the idea," Esme added with a bit more perk, noting the hint of stress on Evelina's face. "It'll make research for the druids go faster one of these days. Safiye will agree to help, I'm sure." Esme brought up the calendar app on her own laptop, mind fuzzy and slow as she tried to wonder when to fit in the work. "I... guess. Atlas can be sassy but I adore him." She looked up, fond smile fading into something pensive. "Fen'harel's a great student but they're..." She shrugged, lips pursed, unsure how to describe the former fey without using words like 'intimidating' and 'haughty'. "Well, they're a lot in one package. Same with Cain and Sonny. I guess with Octavian picking them out it makes a bit of sense."

She smiled softly. "But they've all got incredible potential... I'm definitely not worried about how far everyone is going to go." Esme sighed. "I was always kind of a terrible student so my classes are non-conventional but they seem to do the trick." Unlike the studious professor before her, Esme had little patience for books and lectures, instead always looking for the opportunity to go outside and get everyone's hands dirty. They were productive classes for those that were genuinely eager to learn and likely terrible for those that just wanted to have fun and fool around. "What about your's?"