#abuzarbeg

[williamoflancaster]

@abuzarbeg;;

During the trip to Portugal, William had tested his language skills far more extensively than he had in months and yet working on a fourth language still didn't mean he knew enough to converse with even half of the other guests that arrived for the pageant. It wasn't the best for furthering diplomacy, but chances were that others would say he didn't need to be so concerned with diplomacy unless he was getting married.

He was being cynical, definitely a sign that he needed a breather and as William wandered away from the gathering of people, he found two men on either side of a table, little figurines spread across a checkered board. It looked like a form of chess and as William watched, one of them men seemed to concede defeat, standing to leave the table.

Looking around and not seeing anyone else claiming the empty chair, William helped himself to it. "Do you know English?" He asked. "Ou français?" Although if it was like chess, it didn't really matter since William was certain he could figure it out.

[ofshiraz]

the persians rolling up to portugal like

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[vasilyofbezukhov]

Festivities were to be abundant, he assumed, as with so many royals gathered in one place, everyone would be throwing a feast in honor of someone or something when really it was all a ruse to show of who had the most wealth under the guise of being hospitable. When it wasn’t that, he was sure that the locals would be celebrating whatever local holidays that would warrant the streets to be packed with drunken townspeople. Vasily didn’t care. He loved a good social gathering that was not only overflowing with wine but pretty women to gawk at, and so long as he never got bored, he wouldn’t complain. 

With everyone still fresh off their journey and riddled with excitement over....whatever they were excited about, spirits were high and with that, came lust and lack of self-control. Vasily could hardly judge them for their interest being peaked, but it was the manner in which the man he spotted was attempted to seduce a pretty young girl what made him laugh. Even more so when she refused his drink and walked away. Vasily smirked as he leaned towards the person nearest to taunt the stranger. “ Do you suppose she is not fond of the taste of wine? Or do you think that it was her present company that displeased her?” He chuckled. “ So brutish.... As if the act of gaining a woman’s interest was the same as wrestling a pig.”

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[basturkish]

@abuzarbeg​  */  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

        the scars upon the adviser’s wrists and arms  ––  the part and parcels of his loyalty to his delihi mistress running beneath his attire by way of a faint pink line –– were noticeable as his hands unclasped from prayer.  albeit evidently encroaching upon the persian’s devotions,  yazid felt an uptick in curiosity trickle into his bloodstream:  what did a man such as the shabanu’s trusted adviser pray for?  yazid could surmise,  but then again,  one’s conversations with god were the most sincere,  the most vulnerable.  (after  all,  wouldn’t he risk his life if the words he whispered to allah were revealed?)  

as the adviser straightened his neck,  unfurling from his reverent position,  baştürk cleared his throat,  exposing himself with a contemplative  ––  “i find that my prayers during this time have been more hopeful than normal.”  a pause.  “forgive me for intruding.  i had assumed the chapel to be empty ... though their cathedrals are plentiful, portuguese alehouses are more densely populated than places of worship,  are they not?” 

[ofshiraz]

incorrect quotes of zeynab + friends 2 / ∞

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