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𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 … twenty7. coastal regular. pro dancer on dwts. madelyn cline.
¹. intro ². pinterest ³. mannerisms ⁴. threads
𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 … thirty4. local. owner of casa miraflora. ayça ayşin turan.
¹. intro ². pinterest ³. mannerisms ⁴. threads
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : @capritownstarters anyone. ⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : sunset stage.
the festival seems even busier now that the sun has started sinking lower, every narrow street spilling over with people drifting between music stages, food stalls, and little clusters of laughter. somehow, in a moment of questionable confidence, alana decides she can absolutely carry two icy lemon spritzes through the crowd with only one free hand while balancing her phone and sunglasses in the other. she’s halfway to proving herself right when someone’s shoulder clips hers just enough for both glasses to tilt dangerously, bright citrus sloshing over the rims as she performs what can only be described as an overly dramatic dance routine to keep them upright. somehow … miraculously… not a single drop lands on the ground. she freezes for a second, blinking down at the perfectly intact drinks before letting out an incredulous laugh. “ that, “ she declares proudly to absolutely nobody in particular, lifting both glasses like trophies, “ deserves some kind of public recognition, “ only then does she notice the person she’d nearly crashed into still standing there, and the confidence melts into sheepish amusement. “ i’m so sorry, “ she says with a grin, extending one of the drinks toward them without thinking. “ i almost baptized you in limoncello, so i feel like festival etiquette says i either buy your forgiveness … or at least let you pretend you saved these, “
ace valemont, # 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : sunset point .
⤷ #𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 … alana , @proven1ance .
he doesn’t miss her weaving through the crowd and of course, the second he does, his direction changes. “ you’re going the wrong way, by the way, ” he calls out, waiting until she looks around to check and when she does, there’s this annoying grin forming on his lips. “ you were supposed to accidentally run into me first, ”
alana stops just long enough to glance over her shoulder, already recognizing the voice before she even finds him, and the amused smile threatening at the corners of her mouth annoys her almost as much as his timing does. “ oh, is that how festivals work ? “ she asks, folding her sunglasses onto the top of her head as she looks him over with exaggerated curiosity. “ i was under the impression people wandered around until they accidentally found good music … not vice presidents with suspiciously inflated egos, “ despite herself, she closes the distance between them with an easy laugh, tipping her head ever so slightly. “ besides, “ she adds, unable to resist one last tease, “ if i was supposed to run into you, doesn’t the fact that you came looking for me technically mean you broke your own script ? “
niya kassir, # 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : main stage .
⤷ #𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 … anyone , @capritownstarters .
they’re in the middle of a conversation, music thumping around them but she’s still capable of keeping up with her story that she’s just spilling. “ … but that’s not even the best part because literally five minutes later, she accidentally walks in on— ” the opening notes of the next song hit across the beach and she freezes. “ oh my god, ” her manicured fingers instinctively grab around their forearm, one finger coming up in the air. “ wait … wait … this is my song, ” and before she knows it, her shoulders are bouncing to the beat and she’s mouthing the lyrics. “ sorry, sorry, i promise i’ll finish the story … after this part, ” but before she realizes, she’s reaching for both of their hands and dragging them to the crowd of people. “ fuck your ex man, i’m the man now ! think i feel bad ? he was fanned out, ” her finger moves from her to them, them to her as she shouts out the lyrics.
she doesn’t even get the chance to wonder what happens next in the story before niya freezes mid-sentence, and honestly, she should’ve seen it coming. the second she hears this is my song, a laugh escapes her because there are very few things in life stronger than her best friend’s inability to ignore a song she loves. “ you’re unbelievable, “ she shakes her head fondly, letting herself get dragged into the crowd without the slightest bit of resistance, already laughing before they’re properly dancing. when niya points between them while yelling the lyrics, alana immediately points right back with equal commitment, dramatically lip-syncing every word as if they’re suddenly the headline act instead of two girls somewhere in the middle of a beach festival. “ girls just wanna dance ! girls just wanna have fun ! “ by the chorus, she’s twirling niya beneath their joined hands, nearly spilling someone’s drink in the process before offering the stranger an apologetic grin that somehow fixes everything. “ you realize i’m never hearing the end of this story now, right ? “ she laughs breathlessly once the lyrics finally give them a second to breathe.
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : @capritownstarters anyone. ⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : pop up experiences.
leyla's original plan is simple: wander through the festival for an hour, say hello to a few familiar faces, and make it home before her daughter starts wondering where she is. that plan falls apart the moment a little girl shyly asks if she’d help weave a flower crown, insisting, “ you’re much better at it than i am, “ twenty minutes later … leyla somehow finds herself seated cross-legged beneath a canopy of bougainvillea, surrounded by an ever-growing circle of children passing her wildflowers, laughing over crooked crowns, and insisting she model every single creation before anyone else can wear it. by the time she finishes one, another tiny pair of hands is already holding out a fresh bundle of daisies with an impossibly hopeful smile. she laughs as someone carefully places what must be her fifth flower crown of the afternoon atop her dark curls, pretending not to notice she’s become the festival’s unofficial flower queen. looking up from her latest masterpiece, she catches sight of someone watching the wonderfully chaotic scene unfold— and flashes them a grin, “ any chance you’d like to rescue me … or are are you joining them ? “
closed𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : @seasickshadows adem demir. ⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : sunset point.
leyla has spent years convincing herself that some people belong only in the past— locked away in a place she never visits, like an old photograph tucked into the back of a drawer. she has built an entire life without him: a home in capri, a successful hotel, a beautiful daughter who carries pieces of both of them, and a heart she has carefully taught not to wait for someone who chose to leave. tonight is supposed to be a night of music, laughter, and memories she gets to create on her own terms, surrounded by the familiar glow of the island she calls home. but then, through the sea of strangers and golden lights, she hears a voice she knows better than she wants to admit— and the world around her seems to fall strangely quiet. she turns, and there he is. the man who was supposed to be standing beside her at the altar, the man who made promises beneath the capri sun before leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and a wedding dress that never saw the light of day. for a second, leyla is frozen, unable to process the impossible sight of him standing there at her festival, in her town, in the place where she rebuilt everything he broke. her fingers instinctively tighten around the edge of her clutch, her expression shifting from disbelief to a hurt she thought she had buried years ago. “ absolutely not … “ she whispers, almost as if saying it out loud will make him disappear. years of anger, heartbreak, and wondering why she wasn’t enough come rushing back in one devastating wave, but beneath all of it is something even more dangerous— the part of her that remembers loving him. she takes a slow breath, forcing herself to stand taller, refusing to let him see the girl he left behind at the altar. “ what are you doing here ? “ she finally asks, her voice calm but colder than the capri night around them.
— 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 , location : near the lush stage , featuring : open to anyone down to play detective !
the walkway isn't particularly crowded. people are drifting between stages, with some minutes to spare before the headliners take stage. he notices the patch of worn leather before anyone else does, half-buried in the sand. " woah, woah, wait– " his hand catches their arm lightly, just before their shoe comes down. " someone's night's just taken a very expensive turn, eh ? " he crouches to retrieve the wallet, brushing off the sand with the back of his hand before glancing back up. " got five minutes ? we find the owner, earn ourselves a bit of good karma ? " @capritownstarters
she looks down at the worn leather wallet in his hand, a small smile tugging at her lips as the festival lights flicker across the walkway. “ most people would probably just keep walking and pretend they never saw it, “ she comments, amused, stepping closer as she adjusts the bracelet on her wrist. she takes a quick look around the crowd, already scanning for someone who looks like they’re searching for something. “ fine, five minutes— but only because i’m curious whether good karma actually exists or if we’re just about to spend our time chasing a stranger through capri, “ leyla laughs softly, gesturing for him to lead the way. “ come on, let’s see who lost their little piece of chaos tonight, “
› 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open. 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : solemare festival, day one at the food village.
“ i think i want … no, no the … ” she had gone back and forth at least four times now, distracted by the smells, music, & the food. had put off breaking away from the stages multiple times because she hadn't wanted to miss anything, but now her stomach was growling too loudly to ignore anymore. “ if i get pizza and pasta, then double back for gelato later we shouldn't miss a lot then, right ? ” another rumble of her stomach brought on her finally darting forward, sliding in line for the pizza before it could get longer than it already was. “ you know what, pizza first. pasta after, then gelato. ”
a soft laugh escapes leyla before she can stop it, the woman's very serious deliberation over pizza versus pasta oddly endearing. “ i don’t mean to interrupt, “ she says with an apologetic smile, “ but i think you’re putting entirely too much pressure on yourself, “ her blue eyes flick between the stalls before settling back on them with a knowing grin. “ as someone who’s lived here long enough to make every possible festival food mistake … pizza first is absolutely the right call, but save the pasta for a little later or you’ll never make it to the gelato stand, “ she tilts her head toward the line they’ve just joined, lowering her voice as though sharing an important local secret. “ and trust me— you don’t come to solemare without leaving room for gelato. capri might forgive a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them, “
SOLEMARE FESTIVAL : 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦. @capritowninspo.
leyla arrives just after sunset, locking up the villa a little earlier than usual after promising her daughter she’d be home before bedtime— and fully intending to keep that promise. she wears a coral-orange dress embroidered with sparkling starfish that catches the last golden light of the evening, paired with delicate bronze heels that are pretty enough for the festival but sensible enough for capri’s cobblestone streets. her dark brown hair falls in soft, sea-tousled waves, naturally kissed lighter by years beneath the mediterranean sun, while simple gold hoops and a few well-loved bracelets complete a look that feels effortlessly her. the familiar scent of acqua di parma’s fico di amalfi lingers around her, blending with lemon blossoms and salty air until it feels like another part of the island itself. she spends more time talking than wandering, stopping every few metres to greet old friends, kiss elderly neighbours on the cheek, ask local shopkeepers about their families, and introduce strangers to one another as if they’ve known each other forever. somehow, she ends up carrying a tired toddler for a few minutes so exhausted parents can finish their dinner and fixing the strap on someone’s sandal with a safety pin she mysteriously has in her handbag. she dances only when someone pulls her into the crowd, laughing without a hint of self-consciousness before slipping away again to refill someone’s drink or check that everyone around her is having a good time. if you’re looking for leyla, don’t search for the loudest party— you’ll find her wherever people are gathered around a table, sharing stories, passing around drinks, and feeling just a little more at home because she’s there.
SOLEMARE FESTIVAL : 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦. @capritowninspo.
by the time alana arrives at the festival, the sky is beginning to melt into shades of peach and gold, and she somehow looks like she belongs in the sunset just as much as she belongs on the island. she wears a turquoise and lemon-yellow two-piece set embellished with shimmering crystals, the asymmetrical sleeve catching every flicker of light while the layered chiffon skirt floats around her legs with every step, making it impossible not to look twice. her long blonde hair falls in effortless beach waves down her back, slightly tousled by the sea breeze, while stacks of turquoise bangles and delicate gold jewelry glimmer against sun-kissed skin, perfectly matched with lace-up heels decorated in oversized blue flowers that leave tiny prints in the sand before disappearing into the crowd. the air around her carries the warm, addictive scent of sol de janeiro cheirosa 62, blending salted caramel, pistachio and vanilla with the mediterranean air until she smells like the last golden hour of summer. whenever the music gets louder, her years as a professional dancer quietly reveal themselves; every movement is effortless, every turn instinctive, and the lightweight chiffon panels of her skirt catch the wind around her like they’re dancing alongside her. she laughs easily, throws her head back without worrying how she looks, and somehow convinces complete strangers to join her before the chorus of a song even begins. if someone tries to flirt with her, she’ll tease them mercilessly first, making them earn every smile before rewarding them with one of her own. she slips away from the busiest parts of the festival every now and then, only to reappear somewhere unexpected with a fresh spritz in one hand and another story to tell. and if you’re looking for her tonight, don’t bother checking where the crowd is standing— you’ll find her exactly where the music is loudest, the dancing never stops, and someone is inevitably laughing because of something she just said.
he doesn’t answer right away and instead, just looks at her. there’s something almost funny about the way she’s negotiating things, making it sound like she is doing him a favour. it’s new to him. most people either fold too quickly or don’t entertain him at all, but she does neither. he caught it — how she makes him earn every inch and even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, this is what keeps him coming back; what keeps him entertained. lips crook into a smaller smile, less cocky even, almost more genuine. “ there it is, ” a nod. “ knew you were capable of making questionable decisions, ” a quiet laugh escapes and as she lists off her conditions, he looks at her with eyebrows raised, but doesn’t even dare to interrupt. it feels familiar, like he’s about to draft an actual contract. he pretends to take a minute to think about it. “ okay … i can work with that, but for the record ? ” a beat, dark orbs drifting towards the harbor before settling back on her. “ i was actively trying not to mention the yachts. you brought them up, ” he shrugs before cracking a smile. finally, as he moves his head, he starts walking and only a few steps in until ace glances over his shoulder to check if she’s following and unfortunately for her, there’s a smugness drawing all over his face as he notices that yes, she is, and it satisfies him more than it probably should. “ c’mon, that’d be a waste of my hour. i’ve already got the hardest audience in capri, it’d be stupid to split my attention now, ” his hands disappear into his pockets as alana falls into step beside him and she has a point because usually, he would flirt. a smile here, a joke there, keep his eye on whoever happened to look back because it was automatic for him, considered harmless, but now ? it doesn’t even occur to him. he lets out another laugh. “ if i start talking about my family’s money, you have a full permission to push me into the harbor, ” another glance in her direction, this time he takes a step forward so he can actually face her, walking backwards. “ but if we’re making rules, you don’t get to spend the whole hour pretending you’re not having fun .. i’ll know, ”
she watches him for a second longer than she means to, the corner of her mouth threatening to betray her as he simply stands there looking far too pleased with himself. there’s something annoyingly charming about the fact that he doesn’t argue with her conditions or try to negotiate them down; he just accepts them like they’re part of the game, and somehow that only makes him harder to read. “ questionable ? “ she echoes, an amused scoff escaping her. “ i said one hour. let’s not rewrite history before we’ve even started, “ when he insists she was the one who mentioned the yachts first, she points a finger at him without missing a beat. “ that was preventative maintenance. i know your type— you wait exactly fifteen minutes before saying, ‘oh, that one ? yeah, that’s ours.’ “ she tries her best to mimic a masculine tone as she teases back, although it sounds ridiculous coming from her mouth. soon enough she falls into step beside him, matching his pace almost absentmindedly as the harbor hums around them, sunlight glittering across the water between rows of expensive yachts. she catches the smug smile he throws over his shoulder and instinctively fights one of her own, lowering her gaze for a moment because if there’s one thing she’s determined not to do, it’s let him think she’s this easy to win over. the frustrating part is that she doesn’t actually mind his persistence. most people with his reputation lose interest the second they’re told no, yet he keeps showing up, keeps making her laugh, keeps accepting every little challenge she throws at him instead of trying to talk his way around it— and she isn’t quite sure what to do with that. “ and wipe that smug smile off your face, “ she adds. “ you’d think you’d just negotiated world peace instead of convincing one woman to tolerate you for sixty minutes, “ his comment about already having the hardest audience in capri earns him a quiet laugh before she looks at him from the corner of her eye. “ don’t flatter yourself, “ she says, nudging his shoulder lightly with hers as they walk. “ you’re only getting this much attention because i’m curious whether you’re actually as interesting as you think you are, “ then he offers her permission to throw him into the harbor if he starts talking about his family’s money, and she hums thoughtfully, as if genuinely weighing the option. “ see ? now that’s the first convincing thing you’ve said all afternoon, “ she glances toward the water before looking back at him. “ good to know we’re establishing consequences, “ when he turns to walk backwards in front of her, and before she can stop herself, her hand instinctively catches the sleeve of his linen shirt before he backs into another group of tourists, gently tugging him forward. “ your ego surviving all these years only to lose a fight with an unsuspecting tourist would be a tragic ending, “ she teases, though her fingers linger for the briefest second before she lets go. his final rule lingers the longest. she studies him for a beat, wondering whether he’s bluffing or whether he’s genuinely that observant. “ hmm …. “ she hums after a thoughtful pause, a smile threatening despite herself, “ maybe i'll just have an absolutely miserable time just to prove you wrong, “ a tiny pause follows before the corners of her mouth lift despite herself. “ … though if i do accidentally enjoy myself, don’t expect me to admit it before minute fifty-nine, “
she’s almost sinking into the couch, knees dragged to her chest and her head lays on headrest, brown orbs staring at the ceiling for as long until she hears alana coming back and that’s when she straightens, hands reaching for the spoon with a loud sigh. “ i hope you know i’m only doing this because i love you, ” and just like that, despite herself, she digs into the pistachio gelato and immediately making the same face she always does. “ awful, ” another bite follows. “ still awful, ” eyebrows knit together and even though disgust paints on her face, she hopes that maybe a third spoonful will suddenly unlock the appeal. “ … i’m being literally bullied by this flavor, ” she points the spoon at the blonde accusingly and as she dips again, the silence settles between them. she lets it linger for a few, allowing herself to appreciate it and how her mind slowed down for the first time and god, she feels so tired. she spent the entire day throwing herself into work and laughing at jokes she barely heard because she wasn’t present. “ i think i might be having a weird week, ” finally, she breaks the silence and the words leave with a small laugh. “ mm, no, ” a tiny shake of her head. “ i’m collecting bad decisions like there’s some award waiting for me, ” she takes another spoonful, starting into nothing. “ have you ever had one of those weeks where nothing terrible happens in one big terrific explosion ? ” niya smacks her lips, eventually fully ignoring the taste of pistachio in her mouth. “ like, it’s one thing … then another … and then you make one really stupid decision because you’re sad about the first thing … ” she trails off, orbs not leaving a blank point. “ and with all of that, you somehow create three more problems ? because if not … 0/10, do not recommend, ”
she can’t help the triumphant grin that spreads across her face as niya takes one spoonful after another despite announcing after each bite that the gelato is terrible, watching the familiar routine play out exactly the way it always does. “ you know, “ she starts, stealing the tub back for a dramatic moment, “ the fact that you’re on your fourth bite is doing a horrible job of supporting your case, “ she nudges her best friend's knee lightly with her own before handing the gelato back, settling deeper into the couch until their shoulders rest comfortably against one another, the kind of silence only people who’ve known each other forever can sit without feeling the need to fill it. her teasing fades the instant niya’s voice does, and alana turns her head just enough to study her profile instead of interrupting, recognizing the familiar look of someone who’s been carrying too much for too long. “ yeah … “ she answers quietly after a moment. “ i’ve had weeks like that … where nothing is dramatic enough to make everyone else understand why you’re exhausted, but every little thing keeps piling on until it feels like you’re carrying a backpack full of bricks, “ she glances over at niya then, offering the kind of smile that asks for nothing in return. “ lucky for you, “ she murmurs, “ you’ve shown up at the apartment of someone who’s legally obligated to help you untangle your disasters … even if i reserve the right to judge them a little while feeding you objectively excellent gelato, “
it almost got a scream out of her , being startled by the voice that seemed to have come out of nowhere because , frankly , nova hadn't been paying too much attention to much other than picking the perfect playlist to listen to while on a walk . needless to say , the girl's voice reached her before she had noticed anyone was nearby and made her jump a bit . “ oh , i wouldn't judge . some people just enjoy climbing trees . ” granted , most of those people were under the age of thirteen , but some adults remain children at heart for the rest of their lives . “ okay , let me put my leg up here , and you can step on my thigh . ” would it work ? no guarantees , but it was better than the other falling on her face .
relief settles over leyla's features, the tension in her shoulders easing almost momentarily. a soft laugh escapes her anyway as she adjusts the surprisingly relaxed cat in her arms, who seems perfectly content now that someone else is dealing with the consequences of its poor decisions. “ see ? i knew someone would understand, “ she teases, carefully shifting her weight on the branch. “ although i was hoping to be mistaken for the adventurous type instead of someone reliving their childhood, “ her blue eyes follow the other’s suggestion, lingering on the offered thigh before she lets out an amused, slightly disbelieving breath. “ you’re either incredibly kind or far more confident in my balance than i am, “ she admits, scooting cautiously toward the edge of the branch and testing it with the toe of her sandal. “ if this somehow ends with both of us in a very undignified heap on the ground … “ she continues between nervous laughs, “ the biggest gelato on the island is entirely on me … and this furry little criminal is officially banned from making rescue requests ever again, “
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : @capritownstarters anyone. ⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : anywhere on the island.
the entire situation starts because of a cat, which, in leyla’s opinion, is reason enough to suspend all common sense. after a solid ten minutes of coaxing, bribing, and climbing a little higher than she probably should have, the fluffy orange menace finally decides to leap gracefully into her arms … leaving leyla perched awkwardly on a sturdy olive tree branch with absolutely no graceful way back down. she glances toward the path just as someone happens to be passing by, offering an almost sheepish smile and lifting a hand in greeting. “ before you say anything, “ she calls down with a laugh, “ i’d just like to point out that i did save the cat. the part where i rescue myself, however … seems to need a volunteer, “
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