#turkslight

[callmenaia]

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Naia jumped back, blinking incredulously at him a moment. “Did you just... Did you just hit me with a frickin’ bag of bread? Who does that?”

[roseusuitta-a]

     𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟, just that of sweet melodies that brighten her day, Aerith meanders the streets of the slums. Pleasantries exchanged as she passed through, smiles and well wishes, perhaps stopping to stroke a stray cat en route.  She knew when they were close by whether the Turks made their presence known or not. Almost like clockwork, or maybe she was simply attuned.  Only as Aerith glided past leaf house, approaching her humble home would emerald catch a flash of red.    ❛  𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠? 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡.  ❜  teasing, of course. That would never be the reason for his visit, but she liked to amuse herself.                                                      @turkslight 

[flava-proelium]

@turkslight

            [Shinra Headquarters, 2300 Standard Military Time] 

± The blond was anything but intimidated. While she was well aware that Reno was truly the fastest of the company, she had a few advantages that only the military and the Midgar Slums could possibly offer. Some that often times caught her opponents off guard. In fact, it was by sheer luck and obligations that allowed her to catch her opportunity. 

Though now, she was out of her suit, as was permitted off-clock or undercover. Instead, Elena had met Reno in one of the many training rooms, sporting a black sports bra and activewear shorts. No shoes, or much of anything else, asides a washcloth around her neck. 

She usually was not found like this unless it was by chance. In both hands were two water bottles. “Hey, Speedo. Catch.” She would call, before gently tossing him one of the unopened bottles. "You know, you could call mercy before I slam you into the mat." 

Thus brought a slight, smitten smirk. "You have read that I finalized as the first woman in the Midgar Martial Arts Military relief for the first time in ten years, right?" She gently tilted her head, using her hand to gently push until her neck cracked, before repeating on the otherwise. "May as well start to consider kissing the mat. I mean, you will have the perfect opportunity for that." 

[ofdeference-blog]

❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞

They really shouldn’t be doing this on company time, and what sort of example is he setting for his Turks when their boss is indulging in slacking off? Not that it matters presently. Reno’s finished his paperwork miraculously, and Tseng has a sleepless night ahead of him anyways. He’ll get his done before morning. Right now, there’s something nagging at the back of his brain that tells him this is okay. Because Reno is starting to sound philosophical and making the raven haired man question everything about his existence in just ten simple words.

Bone thin fingers curl around the other’s wrist, dragging him down the hallway and towards the emergency exit stairs. This particular floor’s alarms have long since stopped working and maintenance, for better or worse, have failed to get around to fixing it. It’s a secret to most, not all, and Tseng is one of the lucky few to know he can get away with a quick break here and there if he’s lucky.

Right now, he’s making time.

As expected, the door swings open like a breeze and he pushes his way down the steps to the landing below, red head still in tow, and when he slows he dips his hand into his pocket to retrieve a small pack of cigarettes. Inside (which he’s let go of Reno to rummage through) is a crudely made cigarette stuffed near to bursting with a very specific plant.

“Then lets take a trip.” Well, ‘trip’ is a little bit of a stretch. More like a prolonged journey they’re still on, but slowed down so the seconds feel like minutes, the minutes like hours, and the hours like years. When the world moves too fast, when everything is crashing and burning around him, what’s the harm in a little…relaxation?

[morethanabarcode-blog]

"I dare you to kiss..." turkslight

Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

@turkslight (They seem to be on hiatus, but aight!)

Prompto looked at the dare unamused. He…he didn’t even know this person.

With a heavy sigh, he walked over to the stranger and placed his lips briefly on their own. A nervous laugh coming out that quickly broke out of nervousness.

“Well, that’s one way for introductions I guess! I’ll uh…I’ll see ya around…maybe…not.” Scratching the back of his neck, he walked off. Trying not to hide his embarrassment.

These dares were starting to get a little too much…

[madtiimcs-blog]

🕒 @turkslight liked for a starter

            🕒  ❝ Wait, no this isn’t a restricted area. ❞ Was she lying? Oh gods yes. She knew full well that she may have been in the wrong place, but someone had run off this way with something very important to her. Therefore, the only logical thing to do was chase after them until she got it back. She just hoped her bluffing got her through this one.