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esmeray ottoman empire

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loveflcwn:

beatrice’s leg hurt. she had only been hurt slightly thank the lord, but it was still painful to have a large gash on your knee. that and the ash that had fallen might lead to infection. she was not sure that she would exit this whole, even if she had survived the initial event. it had hurt so much to walk that she had needed to lean on another to even make it out of the zone of attack. 

“excuse me, can do you think i can get water? i am so thirsty, and my head hurts so,” she did not want to be a bother, because she had the least problem when it came to some others, but she wanted it. 

since the events that had occurred, esmeray had been running around like a madman trying to make sure that everyone was alright. she had heard that lives were lost and many others were injured. this was her chance to help, to be the woman that her father and, even mother, had trained her to be. tending to a servant who had fallen during the chaos, she heard a voice come up from behind her. turning to face the other woman, she looked her up and down and could see that something was off. standing up, she took the blonde by the arm and ushered her to a seat, “oh dear, please sit, i will get you some water. are you hurt? is there something more i can do for you?”

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hi my loves! i am alive and well and my ridiculously busy schedule has calmed down after this weekend, thank god! so i will be back in full swing starting today. this plot drop, holy hell, i am shook. SHOOK. i signed up for esme to be helping the injured and such, so that’s there. if anyone would like to plot something out or get a thread going then please like this and i will come to you or just come hop on over in my messages. let’s get this thang rollin!!

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hi friends, so as you all may have noticed i have been crazy mia lately and i just want to fill you all in, so check in under the cut please.

school is kicking my butt right now. i just switched my major and dropped a class (which i now owe $231 for, i didn’t know that would happen). so things have been changing in my life lately, which i thought was cause less stress, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. i’m also working a lot more, longer hours and such. and on top of that, this weekend is my sorority’s big philanthropy event, so that has been taking up a lot of time. we’ve been fundraising and such for the past two weeks. it’s just been crazy and i am missing all of you guys and this place so much. i’m gonna do a few replies tonight, but with the plot drop coming up I may not get to them all and may just end up dropping most so that I can just go ahead and make way for all that is to come. WHICH ADMINS I AM HYPE ABOUT. so, i will be around a bit tonight if anyone would like to plot with esme for the plot drop or just in general. or if anyone just wants to chit chat!

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sorry to only do a few replies then dip out, but i seriously need to go to bed. i will be on before or after work tomorrow to do the rest and what not. thanks for being such awesome people, love ya all!

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faustinadinaples:

Faustina smiled over at her. She liked this woman. At least someone finally appreciated her wit. “Where are you from, my lady?” she asked. “I cannot place your accent, though it does seem very familiar.”

“i have come to bern from the ottoman empire. and you?” she smiled thinking of home. how she missed it, missed her siblings. but she knew that by being here, by supporting her monarch, she was doing something to help her family.

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eideardtheprince:

“Exactly so,” Eideard agreed, with a smile. “I also find the morning air helps me think. Something about the stillness, and the sweetness of it, before the cook fires start going and the day begins.” He offered her a slight bow. “I am Eideard, Prince of Scotland. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“i have not met someone who shares the same love for the morning as me, besides my mother that is. we used to spend mornings together. i suppose that is one reason why i love it so much.” she grinned brightly at the memories that flashed across her mind. she missed her mother dearly, but she was lucky enough to have the memories. dropping into a curtsy, she bowed her head respectfully, “the pleasure is all mine, your highness. i am esmeray hanim of the ottoman empire.”

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prinxessimogen:

Imogen smiled at her. “That is a beautiful name,” she said. “Where are you from, if I may ask?” She tucked her hands into her sleeves, with a little shiver. “At least it is a little warmer today, hmm? I hope spring will arrive soon.”

“oh, thank you! that is very kind of you to say.” esmeray could feel a heat flush her cheeks slightly due to the compliment. it may have been something as tiny as her name, but any sort of attention or compliment given to her always made her blush. “i come here from the ottoman empire.” she replied swiftly and nodded her head, “spring will hopefully arrive in a few weeks time. i have grown tired of the cold.”

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mclodramas:

he merely stares, his once warm eyes closed and clouded over — but the longer he stares, the… softer, they became. because how could he ever forget her? a childhood friend, a reminder of a time so much simpler and easier and happier, than the mess he was embroiled in now. a reminder of a time when he was free with his laugh and quick with his heart — such a stark contrast to the man he was now. kasim ventured closer as she stepped forward and the slight smile on his lips is the best he can manage; even for someone as dear to him as her. “esmeray.” he breathed, nodding ever so slightly. “it is i. you must forgive me for not recognising you at once. but… time has never been my friend. and you are certainly not the little thing i once played with as a boy.”

“kasim.” she says his name in a whisper, barely audible to herself as she continues to stare at the man before her. what could she say now? there were a million ways to describe what she was feeling, but she couldn’t choose a single one. she was shocked, sad, happy, scared. it had been so long since the two had seen each other, but he was once her dearest friend. the thought that he could have been dead was enough to shake even those farthest in relation to him, let alone her or anyone else he may have called friend. it takes her a moment to collect herself, to really register that he is speaking to her, but when she does she closes the small distance between them and pulls him into a hug, “kasim. you’re alive!” she pulled back slightly and smiles at him, her grin brighter than it had been in days, “it is such a relief to see you. i cannot even be upset that you did not recognize me, i probably would not have recognized me either.” she steps back, giving him space once more, and places her hands on her hips, “i am much prettier now, no longer the little girl with the mud on her dress or the knots in her hair.”

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rebclhearts:

She would much rather still be asleep at this time of morning, though she tended to prefer the day over both mornings and nights. Mornings were for sleeping in, for breakfast in bed and slowly waking from slumber. Nights were for pleasure and rest, and occasionally staying up far too late. But days were for living, for socializing, for enjoying herself, and she would always like them best. “While I wish I was still sleeping, I am glad at least to be able to keep you company. Yours is more enjoyable than others.” She quips, a fond smile on her face as she leans lazily against the wall in a rather unladylike manor as she watches Esme. “I feel much the same. I’ve been trying to get my youngest sister here for months now.” And trust her father to make such a task difficult. It seemed to be his only specialty. “Yes, I think I can. We must talk on the way to the kitchens though, I want to get an apple before they run out.” She inclines her head towards the corridor before pushing off the wall and beginning to walk, turning over the Turkish phrases in her mind that she’d been taught last time they met.

she knew that the was she was perched in a window would seem unladylike to just about anyone, especially those in her family, but she had found that when she didn’t have eyes on her at every moment she enjoyed ignoring the rules that governed every woman in this day and age. “i must say that i agree and can surely say the same about you. there are not many i would willingly give up my peaceful mornings for and be happy about it.” esmeray pushed herself off of the window, pulling her letters off with her. she smiled at the other and nodded her head, “perhaps we can convince all of our siblings to hurry along. i would love to meet the people you grew up with. and i would love for you to meet my brother and sisters. the youngest girls can be a handful, but they can be nice when they choose to be.” she laughed slightly as she followed behind the other towards the kitchen. she had already eaten, but she would happily join delia. “how have you been doing with the phrases we practiced last time? well i hope?”

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faustinadinaples:

Faustina giggled. “So do I, but if my time at Bern has proved anything, there are more insane people in this world than not – and they all seem to be here,” she said. “I suppose that’s true. Though I would almost feel guilty asking them to sell it, surely they will get no profit.” She bowed her head politely. “I am Lady Faustina di Naples, a pleasure to meet you.”

esme laughed with the other, shaking her head at the thought of some woman in bern actually parading around with the hideous thing that some might call a necklace around her neck. she couldn’t do much more other than smile in agreement with her statement about how there were many insane people in the world. “a pleasure to meet you, lady faustina. esmeray hanim.”

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eideardtheprince:

Eideard bowed to the young woman, offering her a soft smile. “I apologize if I startled you,” he said. “I have found that taking a walk in the morning is the best way to give myself energy for the day.”

esmeray smiled and shook her head at the man as he apologized, “please, it was not a problem. i just did not expect to see anyone up as early as i.” she placed her letters to the side as she slid off the windowsill and turned back to grab them, facing the man once more. “you are more than right. i feel that the earlier you wake, the more you can get done and the better you will feel. i simply cannot understand how people can sleep past the sunrise.”

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thechinesediamond:

It had been one of those mornings when he woke up with a headache. The ability to breathe non existent and it was clear that the crown prince had a fever. He had never had the best timing when it came to those things, always getting a fever when he didn’t have time for it. Wrapping a blanket around himself, he made his way around the castle, not really caring if anyone would see him and wonder why he looked like a mess. Looking outside at the morning sky, he smiled to himself. Looking at the girl, he hummed. “I am normally not a morning person but having a fever often makes you wake up at unholy hours”

“oh goodness.” the blonde could see just from the look on his face that he was not feeling well, but the confirmation of a fever only made her feel worse for the man. the hanim climbed down from the windowsill where she was perched and clasped the letters in her hand, “you poor man. are you certain that you should not still be in bed? perhaps you should have someone check on you. we would not want you to get any worse or to infect anyone else.”

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prinxessimogen:

Imogen smiled softly and curtsied to the woman. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your writing,” she said. “I could not sleep, so I thought it would be a better use of my time to get some air rather than toss and turn in bed.” She dipped her head. “I am Princess Imogen of Ireland, it is a pleasure.”

“no, please” esme set her letters to the side and turned to face the other, “i have been writing for awhile now. i could absolutely use the interruption.” she climbed down from where she was perched and curtsied out of respect. “esmeray hanim. the pleasure is mine, truly.”

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and i’m here! i’m about to start on all my replies and everything. if anyone wants to plot for the plot drop or in general, hit me up! i’ll be around for a bit!

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hi beautiful people! sorry i wasn’t on today or much yesterday, school and my sorority have me all over the damn place right now. but i swear replies to IMs and threads will be done tomorrow! if anyone would like to plot or just be besties, please don’t hesitate to message me!

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rebclhearts:

Delia can’t help the yawn that escapes her, covering her mouth as she walks down the corridors. She is usually not a morning person, but her sleep last night had been restless, riddled with nightmares, and she’d given up on gaining any more sleep when the light started to creep over the hills. The corners of her mouth turn upwards at the sight of Esme though, hands falling to her hips. “I didn’t expect to be awake so early either, so that makes two of us.” She quips, nodding her head towards the woman. “Bom dia, Esme.” She answers in kind, the Portuguese rolling off her tongue as she peers into the other woman’s lap at the paper there, always nosy. “Writing home?” She guesses considering she does the same so often.

esme had always enjoyed mornings more than nights. when she was home,s he had used them as a time to relax, often with a cup of tea and a book in her hands. there were other times where she used the dim morning light to take out her horse for an early morning ride. she knew that mornings would always be the easiest time for her to have alone time and she took that time and used it wisely. setting the letters safely aside, she turned to face the other and draped her legs over the side of the windowsill, “well, i am thankful that you are awake. i would love your company.” she nodded and sighed slightly as delia mentioned her letters, “yes, of course. i wish my siblings would hurry along. i miss them so dearly already.” she hopped down, he skirts landing in a bit of a pile around her feet. she turned and gathered her letters before looking back to the other with a bright smile, “but perhaps we could take my mind off of them for a bit?”

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mclodramas:

he doesn’t sleep as much as he once did. ( largely owing to all that had happened of course, the nightmares that plagued him, the pain that still echoed across elements of his person. sleep was the last thing on his mind when paranoias feature so heavily. ) he doesn’t sleep as much as he once did, taking to roaming the halls in the early hours of the morning, the late hours of the night. the castle is at its most quiet and people are less inclined to bother him at that point. his gaze darts to the woman in the windowsill. and she seems familiar, fuzzy around the edges; like he knows her but he just can’t place where or why or how. “that is the point. i did not wish to be seen.” the words are drawled, blunt somewhat and tinged with bitterness. “i suppose it is a good morning, though at this hour, it is hard to tell.”

it takes her a moment, she nearly doesn’t recognize him, it had been so long. he was no longer the young boy she remembered, far from it actually, but she could see him there. she could see the young boy that she had spent hours and hours with at one point. but when she realizes it, her stomach seems to knot. she had heard what had happened to him of course, everyone had. she’s slow to move, setting the letter off to the side, as she climbs down from where she was perched. “it really is you, is it not? tell me i haven’t gone mad.” she steps forward slowly as if she were approaching a wild beast who could strike at any moment. it was all like a dream, seeing him alive and well. ( as well as one could be after everything. ) she wants to hug him, to scream with joy, but it’s as if every muscle in her body is afraid to move. afraid to touch him. instead she stands still like a statue, her eyes watching him with wonder.