#shadedturk

[novaturi]

                    @shadedturk​​ said : “ i couldn’t remember the last time i’d been happy ”                                                        ↳  poetry prompts   //    accepting

     𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒   𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒   into   her   chest.   she'd   let   the   enemy   in   too   close   to   her   heart,   and   everything   she   loved   was   taken   from   her.   again.   tifa's   eyes   remained   downcast   as   he   spoke.   his   voice   was   all   she   wanted   to   hear   and   everything   she   hated.   her   hand   clenched   into   a   fist;   if   he   were   closer,   she'd   allow   it   to   connect   to   him,   wherever   it   would   hurt   him   most,   the   way   he'd   hurt   her.   ❝   then   why   !?   ❞   she   shouted   at   what   felt   like   the   loudest   volume   her   voice   could   reach,   her   face   raised   to   see   him,   his   eyes   were   hidden   behind   shades,   as   they   always   were,   but   this   infuriated   her.   how   dare   he   hide   behind   those   shades!   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄,   and   her   eyes   welled—she   was   crying?   why   was   she   crying. ? she   hated   that   he   could   see   her   pain   on   her   face—her   weakness.   

     ❝   i   thought   you   were   different   from   them…   i   thought   that   you   cared   about   me   !   ❞   her   voice   broke   and   she   bit   her   lip   to   prevent   herself   from   breaking   completely.   ❝   it   was   all   a   lie…   ❞   her   face   felt   like   fire,   tears   stung   as   they   trickled   down,   leaving   their   stains.   ❝   i'm   the   fool…   for   believing   someone   working   for   shinra   was   capable   of   real   compassion…   ❞   the   anger   in   her   tone   was   replaced   with   heartache,   could   he   see   the   pain   he'd   caused   her   ?

[fcragil]

agitated foot taps ’pon floorboard , verdant doe eyes sternly glare whilst the fold of her arms are temporarily at rest across her waist .     the maiden is not daft , slums were notorious for their rumors     (     some oft’ true     )     even so , she also pressed his companions .     they flop , lithe appendages aggressively open ; perplexed if a turk understood the notion of a day off .     not oft’ showing her care for the men who will 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽     (     that which she barely gives them / an antagonistic game of pretend     )     it concerns the maiden when one of them is injured on the job .

‘     what the hell happened ?     ‘     these moments of calm emanating from still physique ; whilst she , 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝔂 , simply infuriate the need to storm other with more intrusive questioning .     the rushing trample of feet pressing forward , closing fissure betwixt two opposing forms .     verdant hues affixed to no destination , other than viewing the surface of whole man .

‘     i heard you were shot . well , i assumed it was you . --how does that even happen ? ho--     ‘     aware she is rambling , a pause for breath     (     and then she continues     )     ‘     how do you get shot ? you’re . . . like incredibly evasive . i-- are you even okay ? is there something i can do ? does it hurt ? why are you , why aren’t you even resting ?! don’t you idiots even take a break ?!     ‘     a little anger , mostly concern , her insults if anything are more 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 .

@shadedturk​  /  starter

[shoveoff]

❛ All I want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. ❜ / @shadedturk

aggression and frustration build , over time with pent up thoughts unreleased .     akin to rotten fruit that festers , that when scent is pungent we are reminded to throw it out ; get rid of it .     this has begun to happen , pushing through those stages where passionate opinions are subdued for the sake of composure .     the thought of it , how good would it feel to simply submit and exert it all out of your system ?     it enlivens even him , a captain that has no part in what the other is mixed with feelings of .     but he could help set him free . . .

‘     pray tell , wot is stopping you ?     ‘

the jerk of shoulders meet with digits that coil to the lapel of his captain’s coat , swiftly removed and tossed ‘pon rail of random staircase .     poise not necessary among pirates , the professionals from land need to learn a little ease .     so oft’ were they pensive for the sake of reputation .

‘     tis’ not healthy to hold back .     ‘     the roll and tuck of ruffled sleeve stop at elbow , lightly speckled forearms ‘pon display .     he merely wants to indulge the turk , causing the ruckus when his voice merely rose to speak .     the parade of his crew circling around for a hopeful enticing event .

@shadedturk / senteces

[laziturk]

❛ lucky for me , i have all my best ideas drunk. ❜  /  @shadedturk​

 reno  cackled  into  his  drink,  fogging  up  the  glass  with  his  breath  before  sitting  it  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞—if  he  tried  to  drink  now,  he’d  surely  end  up  choking.  he  made  his  best  attempt  to  sit  up  in  his  seat,  the  room  looked  𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.  maybe  it  was  the  booze  that  forced  his  laughter  from  his  stomach,  making  everything  rude  say  a  whole  lot  funnier  than  usual…  it  probably  was,  

❝  well,  if  she  was  right  here…  right  now…  would  you  have  that  same  confidence  oozing  off  ya,  partner?  ❞  reno  leaned  into  the  table,  eyeing  his  partner  curiously  before  returning  to  his  drink.  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫  in  his  glass,  he  placed  the  cup  back  on  the  table  in  from  of  him,  ❝  hey…  you  know  she  runs  that  bar  in  the  slums…  you  ever…  visit?  ❞  he  pauses  shortly,  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫,  ❝  off  the  clock,  of  course.  ❞  reno  brings  his  empty  glass  back  to  his  mouth—forgetting  that  he’d  recently  finished  it  off.  he  motioned  for  a  refill  from  the  bartender,  ❝  yo….  ❞  is  voice  went  low  as  he  leaned  in  closer  to  his  partner,  𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭  and  leaning  into  rude  ❝  if  she  were  here  now…  what  would  you  do,  partner?  ❞  a  smirk  formed  his  lips  as  he  attempted  to  pull  away  from  rude’s  personal  space.

[novaturi]

                                 @shadedturk​​ said : “ you call it a sin when we kiss ”                                                                  ↳ poetry prompts   //    accepting

     𝐈𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋.  the   way   she   snuck   around   in   the   dark   just   to   be   with   him.   she   refused   to   answer   where   she   slipped   off   to   in   the   night   because   deep   down,   she   knew   that   this   clandestine   affair   would   result   in   nothing   but   trouble.   but   the   way   his   hand   slid   down   her   back   and   rested   on   her   hip—the   way   he   pulled   her   close   until   the   space   between   them   was   non-existent.   it   was   a   feeling   𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃   𝐅𝐎𝐑   when   they   parted,   a   burning   desire   that   she   didn’t   want   to   give   up.   

     ❝   this   feels   forbidden…   and   wrong…   like   i’m   betraying   the   ones   closest   to   me…   ❞   her   eyes   escape   his   and   find   their   way   to   the   ground.   she   couldn’t   deny   the   feelings   she   felt   with   him,   but   the   guilt   for   feeling   them   had   started   to   build   up.   if   he   would   put   her   above   shinra—his   job,   then   she   might   have   felt   differently.   ❝   rude…   ❞   she   whispered,   her   hand   finding   rest   on   his   chest.   she   felt   him   hold   her   closer—did   he   hear   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   in   her   tone   ?   ❝   what   if…   what   if   you   left   shinra   ?   ❞   the   question   slipped   from   her   mouth   without   regard   to   what   effect   it   might   have.   she   immediately   felt   there   might   be   repercussions   for   her   freedom   with   her   words—but   her   curiosity   needed   to   be   sated.