#evren 001

[baelburningstar]

where: the balcony of Aries’ private residence, Haven Royal Palace with: Evren Can ( @gvldntrbl )

Six months since the Sturgeon Moon and the returned memories of his past lives. Since then, Aries had been battling with the knowledge of who he was, of what he’d done throughout the past, and whether it was something he wanted others to know. The truth of who he was. Throughout the lifetimes he’d lived he’d been betrayed many times... but he’d also been saved, and he’d trusted, and he knew despite everything that he could survive whatever happened to him. 

And selfishly, he wanted to tell someone, to share the burden of his knowledge. 

Evren was one of the people he trusted most, and he knew that she was wise. With the power of knowledge and her role as a trusted advisor... perhaps she could offer him advice. 

He waited for her on the balcony of his private residence. It overlooked the Royal Apiary and the capital city beyond. It twinkled with the lights of the evening, the sky turning from dusky pink to purple and soon to dark blue now that the sun had slipped beyond the horizon. He stood at the railing, leaning against it and holding a glass of deep red wine. He heard the glass doors open and turned to look at her, offering a smile. 

“Evren.” He spoke softly, taking her in. “Thank you for joining me. It’s a beautiful evening.” 

[realjessicareyes]

JULY 17TH, SATURDAY. AFTER DINNER. THE STAIRWELL AT THE MANOR. FT. @evrensadik​.

Whoever assigned Jessica Reyes and Evren Sadık the same room at the Manor either knew exactly what they were doing, or wanted to give both of them a taste of their own medicine. Jessica had breathed the biggest sigh of relief upon seeing her old friend earlier that afternoon, pulling her into a big hug once they were safely in the confines of their room on the second floor (with an enthusiastic, very heartfelt “Ev, thank god it’s you!”), then started laughing when she saw the massive pile of luggage by the door. Everything was branded, exactly as it should be, but whether they’d have space to even walk through the room once they finally unpacked—well, that was another story.

Jess knew the different room assignments from having helped clean the rooms earlier—a trial for someone who barely cleaned her own! Cruel and unusual punishment!—and she knew she had it good. So as she sat through the excruciatingly awkward dinner in the rose garden, trying to keep a conversation going between herself and two unsmiling Powers, she counted down the minutes until she could return. Then after passing by the Dominion table to say good night to Ravi with a hand squeeze and a nod at the other seated Dominions, she made her way back through the Manor, taking in its art deco glamour, fingers trailing across various pieces of furniture: the brocade of faded couches, high polish of lacquered wood, 

Footsteps sounded somewhere behind her, and turning on her heel, she saw Evren in all her stylish Paris Fashion Week glory. (Leave it to a former model to brighten up every single room she stood in.) “Hey, does Rita always oversalt her meals, or is this her way of trying to end the Truce?” she said by way of greeting, lips twitching into a grin at her joke. She then leaned against the banister of the stairwell and raised an eyebrow. “So, do you have any plans tonight? A spicy rendezvous? Sadık sibling gossip sesh? Or are we turning in for a very, very—” She glanced at her Lady Datejust, half-grimacing but smiling too, “—very early night?”