#turkishpassion

[kal-og-aska]

turkish-passion a dit : You’re so cute. oAo)

aaa, thankyou! ;;; v ;;;

[danskdanish]

Ya shouldn’t flatter old men like me, but I guess.

Hey there Matthias. I’ll get dressed if yer gonna stay fer a bit.

Alright, I'll go make us some coffee then

I just thought we should catch up

[the-sultan-is-back]

"WHY AM I SO OBNOXIOUS!? GETTHA FUCK OUTTA HERE!"

[hetkoninkrijk]

Ever since receiving that note, the idea of paying the man another visit played on the edges of his mind. When he actually got a stretch of free time, he decided to stop thinking about it and actually do it- he took a plane over and now found himself outside of that same house, a bag of coffee in his hand. He rapped on the door firmly a few times and waited to see if the Turk was home, and thought of that beaming smile he was sure to be greeted with. 

[hetkoninkrijk]

turkish-passion

[Oh yes, there they were…! The Turk reached out to pull both items close towards herself, glad to see the sugar especially.] If ya did, I might’ve been able to fix it! Ah—mhm! [With her hands resting on the table for a moment, she smiled, humming a bit and idly glanced up to watch the Dutchman for a few moments. Oh, that little box looked promising! It had her attention now, making her tug the small thing into her line of sight. Peering down at the plastic window, she “ooo’d” at the sight of the small pastries, looking a bit sparkly eyed.]

These look like they’ll go nice wit tha coffee! Ya gotta share ‘em wit me— I’ve always loved apple-flavored anythin’… [The question made her chuckle though, a bit of an amused grin spreading across her face.] What kind of trouble? [Her gaze flickered away from the box to stare at the Dutchman who was pouring coffee into both their cups. Idly watching the coffee evaporate into steam once it had hit the hot plate, she pouted. It was too hot then… Damn. She visibly wilted a bit, a pouting overtaking the grin. Ah, at least he was coming back over now!

She straightened up, but she was still pouting as she eyed the cup now set in front of her and reached a hand out towards it, but then pulled it back quickly at the feeling of heat emitting through the mug.]

What about ya though? Have ya been gettin’ inta “trouble”? [Her gaze finally lifted to stare at the Dutchman’s face, curious.]

[He shrugs before he sits, and reaches over to scoot the box closer to her.] I wouldn't know, I usually drink my coffee black. Take one, they're fresh. Once you eat one you're hooked. [He holds his mug, letting the heat from the cup warm his hand as he watches the steam rise, and he watches as she fixes her coffee.] You know, trouble. The kind that you're typically more tempted to get into when you've got another body. 

Me? [He thinks about recent events and if he would deem anything bad enough to be considered 'trouble'.] No, not really. I stole a boat for a night on a drunken whim but we didn't get caught... so no trouble. [After she's taken one he reaches over into that nice box and gets a pastry for himself, nice and flaky on the outside but with a lovely filling. He bites into it and looks at her almost curiously.] I'm not used to you looking like this. It's like having a stranger in my house... not that that's all that unusual, though.

[ausdemwald-archives-blog]

Turkish-passion and aworldofvodkaandsunflowers dropped by for a visit

Now this is surprising.  To what do I owe a visit from you?

[degezelligheid]

i know i owe a lot of people, but rl is getting me busy on this side, but for good things yay.

thing is, i know i owe some people, i just can't figure out who. i've been barely online this week and my activity tab became a mess with notifications, so i ask you guys to tell me through inbox if i owe you something and where.

i know i have been slow and will be for at least one more week, and i can't promise much more, so i will understand if you prefer to drop the rp or something, i just ask you tell me through inbox.

xx

[sappyhub]

turkish-passion reblogged your post and added:

It’s nice ta meetcha Peter! [smiles at him, but then tilts his head a bit] Oh, yer younger than me. ‘M seven! I thought ya were as old as me at first, but yer not that much younger! 

Yes! Romulus is my brother! He’s the best ever—

Oh -- it's nice to meet you too.

[he smiles, a bit hesitant, before nodding his head -- and it makes him a little proud to look like a seven year old. Most people say he can't look past five.]

Ah .. ! Oh -- you seem to be very small to be his brother. But that's nice. I have a couple of brothers, too.