Alina chuckles softly as she feels Ilion play with her fingers, and his arm move around her her gaze casting over the few ingredients honestly...having forgotten the recipe, maybe the saying about brain of the mother, or what was it called?...held a kernel of truth, opening the container of eggs first and taking one out...loosely turning it a bit in her grasp, “In some situations...but, do you remember the Trick to cracking eggs?” She asks of him, looking over him with a flit of curiousity in her eyes...

Monday Morning News. [08.19.19]

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Kırık Bir Saat bile İki Kere Doğru. [08.16.19]

Rue makes his way towards the door of his apartment, moving to unbutton the top of his...now spaghetti stained white work shirt, after a drunk man had accidentally sent his plate of spaghetti flying on him that he...really didn't want to have to replace right now, not when he wanted to save every cent he could for the baby's arrival, figuring that it...might come out if he worked hard enough at it in the wash, letting out a small sigh to himself as he undoes another button to pull out the small, golden key on the edge of his mother's chain that he always wore around his neck, to keep it safe, bending down a bit to unlock the door, catching sight of Alina as a small smile begins to spread across his lips. "Evdeyim," he greets, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Feeling better?" He inquires, intently taking her and her response in, before casting his hands down at the now spaghetti stained...couture look. "A new look, gjithe inati," he remarks, letting out a small chuckle in spite of the situation, just being home already making him feel better about it. "How was your day?"

Alina sets the timer on her phone for the drink...the soup, the Concoction's next phase, settling in front of the fan as she keeps the cool damp rag onto her thigh, rubbing vapor rub onto her chest as she closes her eyes, trying to take a Moment. Until she slowly draws one eye open at the sound, softly and empatically responding in kind to Ilion, "On my way...if it's the last thing I do..." She says, until she sees the stain moving to open her other eye as she hears his follow up to it, a concerned look crossing over her face, as she sniffs a bit, moving her hand over her mouth as it causes her to cough a bit. "Do you want me to help to see if we can salvage it?" She moves to offer, her mind bypassing the original question.

"Anything I can do to help?" Rue inquires, wondering if he should brew some tea, or if Alina needed any help with what was brewing on the stove, before he lightly shakes his head, taking her hand. "I can fix it. Dinlenme," he says to her, a softness moving into his tone at the last word as he looks at her, wanting her to have a moment to relax, to rest, to recover, not wanting, some bullshit from the night to get in the way of that, before letting go of her hand for a moment, holding up his finger to signal that he'd only be a minute, before returning back with a clean, albeit well-worn, shirt for wearing around the house, moving to sit down beside her, comfortingly moving his hands along her back. "That can wait. Tell me about your day?"

Alina closes her eyes as she hears the softly spoken request, exhaling and inhaling a breath quietly through her mouth, her nose somehow clogging back up, "Herkes sürekli bunu söylüyor. Söylemesi yapmaktan kolay." Alina lowly mutters to herself as she lets out another breath, turning to him to see the signal watching him disappear before he comes back in another shirt, soon enough feeling the sensations start a slight ease moving through her as she settles into it. "It was fine, just busy. I'm glad to be home..." She admits, the whole day compounded onto of her illness, draining her, leaning back a bit further onto Illi, trying to think on how to Have A Moment, as she cough and sniffs a bit more, "How long is Too Long for her not to have a name, do you think? ...Three years?"

"I'm glad you're home," Rue affirms, a subtle warmth moving through his tone at the words and what was interlaced within them, focusing on providing what comfort he could to Alina in the moment, taking in her words as he rests his free hand on her stomach. "...If she's anything like me? It may take her sixteen years," he muses, a touch of lightness entering his tone, as he thinks back on his younger self and the name he chose, that he had used near exclusively in lieu of his given name, until it had come full circle, back to the name his mother had given him, the meaning of it, the reason for it, having been lost with her, but it still remaining, a part of him, "until I realized how beautiful the name my mother gave me sounded when spoken by someone I loved," he adds, a softness moving through him at the moment he first told Alina his name, his Fist name, and heard her say it, before thinking on their daughter's name, that seemed to allude them, one of the hardest things, to find what was Right. "But it'll come, inspiration can hit unexpectedly," he offers, even though nothing that had come to him thus far seemed...quite Right, and he wanted something Right, something Her, something Special, a gift from her mother and father to carry with her...as grandiose and difficult as that might seem, a feeling remaining within him regardless.

A slow smile forms along Alina's lips as her eyes remain closed, her cheeks rising at the sweet slip in as well, lightly caressing his hand that remained on her stomach, "...So, what you're saying is that...we can save ourselves the trouble and just call her "çocuk" and let her do the hard work for us?" She pieces together, a bit of lightness moving into her tone as she attempts to clear her throat a bit, continuing to move their hands along her stomach, feeling her movement, a low chuckle escaping her. "I think...that's Two Harika bir fikir, baba." She softly grins, taking that as an extra vote of confidence for the idea.

A small smile twitches upwards on Rue's lips, feeling the light caress as he takes in her light words. "Çocuk, bijë, we have our options while she's hard at work picking the right one," he muses back with a bit of lightness of his own as his smile twitches further upwards feeling the movement, a warm chuckle coming out of him at the vote for it. "Seems to be, Anne," he affirms, placing another kiss onto Alina's cheek, feeling the movement again. "Watch, she already has the perfect name that will blow our ideas away that she's been waiting to say," he remarks, a soft, playful lightness moving through his tone. "She'll be like Amber? Really, baba?" He muses, thinking of one of the early names that didn't quite feel Right that was the first of many to join that pile.

"That we do, how lucky for us." Alina lightly confirms as she feels the soft kiss her lips twitching at the sensation, a delighted laugh rolling out of her at the resurfacing "Amber", "She's going to be That Sassy, is she? Where do you think she'll be picking that up from?"

"Her teenage rebellion starting a decade early set of by..." Rue pauses for emphasis as he tries to recall the most egregious name he recalled floating one in half-teasing. "Wisteria," he moves to punctuate the name, drawing it out a bit as he feels another bit of movement, causing a warm chuckle to move from his lips. "See?"

"Wisteria, is it?" Alina repeats, "locking" the name in, "And, here I thought Jeria would be the one to watch out for..." She playfully recalls, a small smile moving onto her lips as she feels the kick.

"Wis-ter-i-a," he draws out once again, a bit of lightness floating into his tone as a small twitch of a smile forms on the corner of his lips, a bit of a chuckle moving from him at the mention of Jeria, before something moves through his mind, thinking on Wisteria, the flower motif of it, but then upon Alina and Jeria's names and their syllables, a flit of a thought moving through hiim. "...what about...Zinnia?" He offers, tentatively trying out the sound of the name for the first time as he hears it carry.

Alina casts a look towards him as she hears the name, "Zin-ni-ahhhh?" She playfully breaks up, "Where'd that come from?"

"Like a less...cfare dreqin version of Wisteria," Rue muses as he flits through in his mind the source of exactly how it had popped into his head, a flit of a smile crossing his lips, before a bit of softness move there as well. "It also reminded me of your name, the syllables, but also..." He moves to pull his phone out to confirm if his memory of the flower was correct, the smile twitching on the corners of his lips as he recognizes it, holding the screen to show Alina.

Monday Morning News. [08.19.19]

Rue slowly feels himself wake into consciousness as he lingers in the soft peace of the small moment of the early morning before the regular grind of the day began, placing a soft good morning kiss on Alina’s forehead, light enough so as to not wake her yet when she did not quite need to be up, their limbs still intertwined before the buzzing of his phone cuts into the soft, peaceful moment, it already beginning to stir Alina awake. Carefully, he rolls over towards the nightstand, wondering if it was something up at work, or maybe even...T? He wonders, thinking of the number he had left for his friend if he ever needed anything, before recalling that the other man had never really been a morning person in the way he had to be thanks to work, a small curiosity moving through him at what it could be, before seeing the email notification before him from the school, drawing his attention in as a nervousness moves into the pit of his stomach...only to breathe out a small sigh of relief when he sees all of his grades and the confirmation that he would, in fact, be graduating from college, as planned, even though the risk of that all falling apart if anything in any of his classes had gone wrong having always remained in his mind to ensure that he gave it no less than his full, focused effort to ensure that did not happen, moving to roll back over to show Alina the news.

Alina rubs the bottom of her palm into her eye as she tries to will herself to get up, releasing a thick stream of air forcefully through her nostrils, a surprise moving through her at being able to semi-breathe afterward. Turning a bit as she blinks a few times to look at the screen, reaching her hand out to scroll down, her lips spreading apart as she draws her arms around Ilion, softly pressing a few kisses along his cheek. "I'm so proud of you." She softly, warmly declares in between the sound of her lips along his cheek, "Do you have time for breakfast? Anything you want..."

The corners of Ilion’s lips softly twitch upwards as he hears the warm affirmation before looking at Alina, placing a soft, warm, thankful kiss of his own on her cheek. “It was a team effort,” he affirms, her help and support having been as much of a contributor to the end results as his own, before checking the time on the phone, realizing that they were both up earlier than usual, with a bit of extra time, a bit of playfulness teasing on his lips as he hears her offer. “...anything?” He repeats back, the corners of his lips curving upward. “Even...making those...matcha pancakes together?” He adds, a light, playful energy swirling in his eyes, the memory of one particularly late night of cooking together coming back to him where he had gotten the impulse to blend the two flavors.

"Anything." Alina nods back, placing a kiss along Ilion's jaw, drawing back a bit as she takes in his request, slowly nodding a bit more as she moves to sit up, "That can be arranged." She murmurs out, yawning a bit as she stretches her arms up into the arm before moving off the bed, a distinct urgency flashing within her as she moves into the bathroom to pee, wash her face, and brush her teeth, with a good hand washing thrown in for good measure too. Eventually, making her way into the kitchen, catching sight of Ilion there already, "We have everything?" She asks, moving her arms around him.

Rue moves to place one last kiss on Alina's cheek and a soft kiss on her stomach before moving up from the bed, stretching out his limbs for a minute, before making his way towards the kitchen, peering through the cabinets to see if they had the supplies, moving to take what they needed out before finding the piece de resistance of it all, the matcha powder, shaking it a bit to notice that it was pretty empty...but it still looked like it had Enough, he eyeballs, before his lips twitch upwards as he feels Alina's arms around him. "Almost everything..." He begins, looking intently at her as the corners of his lips spread, noticing that she was looking better and the cold seemed to be going away, a content relief moving through him before he moves to plant a light, warm kiss along her jaw, before lightly, with a small swirl of playfulness, whispering, "Yasağım kalktı mı?" Referencing how she had been trying not to get him sick.

Alina feels Ili turn within her grasp the corners of her lips spreading softly out as she feels the kiss before a swirl of amusement moves through her at the lowly whispered question, looking at him for a few beats before slowly nodding her head in confirmation, feeling like it was alright now that she seemed to be in the tail-end of it and all, not to mention how happy she was about his hard work paying off, her hands moving from around his waist, further up as she leans into him, pressing her lips onto his, the sensation feeling almost foreign from the past week without it before the indescribable feeling of comfort settles in.

The corners of Rue's lips twitch upwards as he sees the nod of confirmation and he feels the kiss, moving into it softly, slowly, lovingly, lingering in it to make up for the time when he couldn't, a deep warmth swirling within him, until he draws back, after a bit, before the smile twitches upwards onto his lips as he looks at Alina. "Do we have everything now?" He inquires back with a bit of playfulness and warmth laced through his tone, moving to softly trace his thumb along her jaw.

Alina's lips curve softly as she feels the inevitable drawback, taking in the question as her fingers lightly, briefly, caress his wrist. Moving in to softly press her lips in the middle of his chest for a few beats of a moment, trailing up to the side of his neck, until she finishes with a more deliberate one upon his lips before turning around towards the counter to figure out where Ilion had left off. "Let's see."

Rue moves to draw his own hand towards Alina's, softly interlacing their fingers, before moving his other arm comfortingly around her, staying in the soft serenity of the moment for a few beats, before moving into the kiss, giving her a soft smile, before turning his attention back towards the pancakes, still keeping his fingers interlaced with her own as he overlooks the supplies that were laid out, mentally trying to recall the recipe that they had used before. "I think so?" He remarks, eyeballing the matcha once again for if it was Enough before a small flit of a playful smile crosses his lips. "Though there's always room for improvisation," he recalls, knowing some of the best meals they had cooked together were when they tried something a bit different and made a recipe their own.

Alina's lips break into an elated smile as she hears the words juxtaposed against the sensations rising within her, her lips finding his as her pleasure continues to rise further, furtherrrr, threatening to spill right over as a loud popping sound startles her just as it comes to pass, the experience unlike anything she had felt before, her fear melting into awe as she takes sight of the explosion of colors alighting the sky. Her breathes coming in hot and fast as she begins to feel her soul drift back into her body, pressing her lips onto Hayri's with a swift urgency, "Birine bir dans borçluyum, sonra beni buluyor musun?" She breathes out, bringing the palm of his hand to her lips as she moves her feet to the ground a bit unsteady at first as she readjusts herself to the best of her ability, before giving him a hopeful, excited and equal parts coy smile as she moves towards the door in a snap, soon disappearing behind it.

AH: Oh What A Wedding [Circa 2011-2012]

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AH: Oh What A Wedding [Circa 2011-2012]

Hayri sits at the wedding reception beside his father as he extols him in the way he only ever did when there was a firstborn daughter of an important family beside them, keeping a polite smile locked on his lips as he watches the woman survey him, looking...a bit unsure, but otherwise, not remarkable, nothing...exciting about her, nice enough, she seemed, but...dull, he concludes, moving to firmly take her hand and make his introduction and smile like she was the most important person in the room, only for her father to catch sight of someone he knew, likely a friend, a colleague, a whatever, that didn't really matter in the end, only that it gave him a moment of breathing room as the girl's father leads her to away to something else, allowing his father to once again not care about him other than his value to the family through marriage and lavish all his attention on his brother and new bride. Taking a deep sip from his glass of wine, he passes through the crowds as he looks for one face in particular, soon spotting her, beside her little sister, moving to walk slowly past her, catching her eye. "Benimle yukarıda buluşalım mı?" (Meet me upstairs) He lowly asks Alina, thinking of the beautiful rooftop garden above, wanting a moment alone with her, and not all of these...shallow, banal people his father had dancing like puppets on strings in this fit of pageantry that was supposed to be a wedding.

Alina smiles warmly as she watches Pinar laughing and smiling as she moves to dance with her new Husband, the word still not quite feeling Right on her tongue as she hears Jeria's lowly murmured discontent, taking a drink from her wine glass. "Onun mutluluğuna izin ver." She says back, catching sight of their father about to move over towards him before she sees Hayri in a huff past her, catching his words as she sees him out of the corner of her eye, taking another drink from her glass, turning towards her sister, looking her over for a few beats. "Babanla Dans Etmek?" (Dance with Papa) She offers, finding that would possibly help assuage her feelings, at least momentarily, watching as her sister moves towards him, finishing off her glass as she smiles at her father's urging holding up her finger and turning towards the bathroom, so he could understand watching as it registers for him, and his attention is pulled yet again, looking over at the crowd of people before taking her leave, bounding up the stairs, quickly, albeit a bit clumsily, after perhaps more than a few glasses, pushing open the door, her words in a bit of a whisper. "...Hayr..."

Hayri catches sight of Alina, making his way over to her as he pulls her into a deep, consuming kiss, letting all the pageantry fade away as the world becomes that one moment, just them, if only for a moment, before drawing back slowly, tracing his fingers lightly along her jaw, before slowly moving them downwards to press play as the soft melody lightly cascades around them, turning his palm up to lightly touch the tips of her fingers, offering his hand to her. "Benimle Dans Et?"

Alina's words die off her tongue as she's immediately enveloped into Hayri's...strong grasp, a delay through her senses as she feels the intensity of his lips crushing upon hers moving a hand along his face as she moves into herself, before it's swiftly over, leaving her breathless and...a bit disoriented, as she feels the soft sensations along her jaw, hears the soft sounds of music beginning to swirl into the air. "Seni...seviyorum..." She softly breathes out, before she even has a second chance to think it over, a flash of weightless moving over her at the admission, as a breathless gasp escapes her at it, her lips curling upwards before she moves up to draw his face back down to hers, wanting to show him the truth of her words.

Hayri takes in Alina's words, staring into them for a moment as if searching for the truth in them, almost sounding...foreign to him for a moment, a bit disorienting before he feels himself pulled into the kiss, it enveloping his mind in the moment before he moves to interlace his fingers with hers, pulling back slightly, so he could look her in the eyes. "Ben de seni seviyorum," he lowly breathes out, the moment overtaking him, the consequences of those words be damned, for in the moment, it was only them, the truth of it, fuck his father and his relentless puppeteering, before a small curiosity stirs within him. "Benimle kaçmak istersem ... gider miydin?" (If I said to run away with me...would you go?) He asks, a thought experiment for himself in the moment too, given everything, the balance of each choice on either side of the scales a curious conundrum.

A rush of sensations flood Alina as she hears the words he breathes back, a wide smile flashing onto her lips, moving to press her lips along his hand interlaced with her own. "İsterim. Neden başkasının kurallarını dinlemek zorundayız, kendi kurallarımızı yapabiliriz. Sağ? Kahretsin, başkalarının inandıklarına." She excitedly breathes out, her eyes alighting with hopeful energy.

Hayri listens to Alina's words, weighing them in his head, thinking of his father, of everything, how the sands of time were slowly trickling down before he'd be locked into something he could never return from. "Fakat temeli atmamız gerekiyor," he muses, his mind already beginning to turn at this theoretical plan. "Oyunlarını oyna, kurtarırken nereye gideceğimizi bul, planları yap ... birlikte karar verebileceğimiz bir şey," (Play their games) Hayri offers, before a curiosity moves through him. "Bu gece denemek ister misin? Düğünü terk et, kendimize daha önce hiç bulunmadığımız bir yerde kendimize bir yer bul ... Gittiğimizin farkındalar mı?" (See if they even realize we're gone?) He inquires, wondering if, in fact, his father would even notice his absence for the night, the first litmus test for if this would Work, the first piece placed onto the board to begin to try to maneuver around.

Alina's smile fades a bit as she hears Hayri's words, a flash moving through her if he wasn't as into the idea of it as she was until she hears his proposal, her worries slowly dispersing, drawing her arms around his shoulders, drawing him into a sweet kiss. "Önce bana bir dans borçlusun." She lowly reminds softly pressing her lips onto his own once again before continuing on, "Ve başka bir tane toplamayı planlıyorum. Daha sonra? Seninim."

A small smile crosses Hayri's lips as he hears her reminder, letting the soft music wash over them as he moves into the kiss, before taking her hand in his, leading her out onto the dance floor as he begins his practiced steps. "İstersen bütün gece dans edebiliriz. Tamamen seninim," he lowly and warmly breathes out, since fuck his father, he was done being his little dancing toy for the night, wanting to enjoy the night in his own way with the woman he loved by his side, the future something for Later, if it did so work out that way.

Alina slowly and softly sways along with Hayri, resting her head onto his chest a deep swirl of happiness welling within her, until she tilts her head upwards at his words. "...Sadece bu gece için?" She teasingly inquires of him, her lips slightly curling upward.

"Bu vahşi dünya izin verdiği sürece," Hayri promises, moving to softly plant a kiss on her lips as the corners of his lips twitch upwards, knowing he could ask no more, but hoping it could last at least a little longer, to just be there, in the moment with her.

"Öyleyse, kabul edilmek için biraz zaman ayırmak istemiyorum." (Then I don't wish to take a moment for granted) Alina concludes moving to stop and draw her hands overtop of his, a giddiness moving through her as she slides onto the small brick lining the edge of the rooftop, her fingers swiftly moving to undo Hayri's shirt, her lips moving along the bits of newly exposed skin as she does so, her excitement rising with each button down.

"Öyleyse yapalım," (Then let's not) Hayri affirms, an energy moving into his eyes as he draws Alina into a kiss, until he feels her lips beginning to move forward down, moving out of his shirt once all the buttons are undone, his own hands moving along her body until he finds the zipper of the Too Ornate bridesmaid dress her absolutely banal sister found appealing for whatever unfathomable reason, moving the zipper downwards as he helps her to move out of it, his hands gliding along her body.

Alina smiles again as she feels the air hit her bare skin, making short work of Hayri's belt and zipper, taking in a sharp inhale of breath as she feels the warmth of their connection, wrapping her arms around him as her breaths progressively become more weighted. "Seni seviyorum." She reinstates in between gasps of air and warm, toe curling kisses, the words easily escaping her.

Hayri draws Alina into him as they fully connect in the moment, hearing her words move through the night air as moves his body with hers. "Ben de seni seviyorum," he lowly breathes back to her to commingle with the sensations he was working to craft in the moment, the union, the almost....poetry of it all, his gaze trained on her as the words come from his lips.