#( ft. devrim selvi. )

[moonglowmagic]

Where: The hopsital

Who: @devrim-selvi

“Fuck your wheelchair!” Dilan screamed as she threw the jello cup at the wall from where she was standing. Sure it hurt to throw things and to stand for that matter, but she pushed through the pain. Using the crutches to keep herself upright as she hobbled into Devrim’s room unsteadily. “Stupid nurses.” Dilan mumbled as she rolled her eyes and continued to hobble. “Oh you’re up.” She exclaimed, trying to put some excitement in her voice for effect but it fell flat. Ever since she’d murdered Hande it was all she could think about, to say she wasn’t processing it well was an understatement. She’d barely brushed her hair or done anything productive in the past few days.

“How are you feeling?” She asked as she made her way to the chair next to his bed and sat down. Giving a tiny scream at the pain when she landed in the chair and she drew in a sharp breath. She deserved this pain she reminded herself. “Can I get you something? I don’t think the nurses will get it for us.”

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @devrim-selvi Where: Brunch

“You look like shit.” Dilan commented as she took a seat across from Devrim for their usual brunch. “Have a little too much fun last night?” Asking loudly as she leaned back in her chair with a smile. While she had took a few drinks here and there during New Years Eve, she hadn’t got drunk like Devrim clearly had. “Take some aspen.” Pulling some out of her purse and she tossed the bottle towards him. “So want to tell me what you got up too last night or is this like Vegas and you can’t tell me?”

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @devrim-selvi

Where: Devrim's house

Elena continued to search around for her clothes in the woods once she’s transformed back to her human forum. Coming across a blanket though made her raise an eyebrow, but she took it as a sign from the universe and wrapped it around her. As she walked further though she noticed an empty coffee cup and a house. Making her way to the house and she knocked on the door. 

When the door finally opened she held the blanket around her tightly. “Hi. Sorry I’m sure you’re not use to naked girls wrapped in blankets at your door.” Elena rambled on for a moment. “But do you happen to have some clothes I can borrow? I usually have a bag but I think I ended up away from it and there’s usually someone who stashes us extra clothes but they’re gone and so is the coffee.” Pointing towards the woods where the empty cup was. “Also can I come in? It’s freezing out here.” 

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Safiye gave a laugh at Devrim’s words before nodding in agreement at the clearly drunk man. “You can say that again.” Looking around at the funeral themed birthday party they were at for someone who wasn’t exactly a fan of her. Giving another laugh as he continued on. “Same. I think it’s a little weird to mourn your death, especially when you’re essential still alive cause you know, vampire.” Explaining to him as she twirled her finger around the rim of her glass some more. “Is it home? I mean, I guess we have homes here, but does it exactly feel like where you want to stay forever?” She questioned to him, before picking up her glass, toasting him as she hit the bottom of her glass against his.

“No, it’s not weird at all. If you want to dance then we should dance.” Explaining as she put her glass down and got up. Extending her hand to him with a smile. ���One time offer, you going to take it or stay at this table?”  

SAFIYE

At what point a sneaky fairy swapped his liquor out for water Devrim didn't know, but once he figured out there'd been a switch he snuck off with a drink straight from the bartender. He hid out at a table and played candy crush on his phone. Performing worse than usual on his game, Safiye's company was a welcome distraction. His sober ass would be glad his drunk ass didn't have the chance to ruin his high score. "Shit'stha weirdest party I've ever been to." Speech slurred and mixed with laugher, Devrim continued. "A funeral on New Year Eve just makes me sad." He toasted the vampire with a tip of his glass before taking a drink. "This whole town's fucking weird." His head began to shake before he even finished. "It's home, though!"

As a waiter passed by, Devrim snagged another drink. "Me? I dunno... kind of feel like dancing. Isn't that weird?"

[kenxmatsui]

As Ken unwrapped the gift, slightly surprised at receiving something, he did question why a dentist of all people would be giving out candy but he still ate it. And the marshmallows too. Booked an appointment with him for an early check-up since Dev ruined his teeth.

Merry Christmas!!

To:

Dilan

Leyla

Ken

Song

Savannah

Serra

Elif

Rio

From:

Devrim

@moonglowmagic @cantfightmoonlight @kenxmatsui @riotavarez

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Dilan sighed at his oh before embarrassment crept up her cheeks. “You see I might have got drunk earlier this week and made a fool of myself at Shipfaced.” She explained quietly. Fidgeting with her napkin rather than looking at him in the eyes. “So I put myself in time out.” Finally looking up at him with a cringe on her face. “I know it’s embarrassing and my parents taught me better than that, but I just believed that I could—“ Trailing off as she let her hands drop in her lap. “It’s all yours I promise.” Reassuring him that she wouldn’t be asking for any, for at least a while. 

“Yep, I mean I did want to stab Rangi with it, but also she could have transferred the injury back to me if she used her powers so it’s not like she was a defenseless helpless little fae.” Dilan remarked as she rolled her eyes at fact she was having to do therapy for a year. “To be honest I think it’s just the old fae queen was salty I pushed her. Although she could have defended herself. She chose to fall back and do nothing.” Dilan remarked with the shrug. “Although she ran off so I’m hoping that Leyla’s boyfriend can appeal my sentence and get it lessened. Personally I think it’s way too long. Plus, therapy really? I mean I’m doing just fine without it.” 

Catching up with Dilan was never dull. While no conversation would ever top his introduction into the supernatural, this one was anything but boring. Still, what surprised him the most was Dilan declining a drink. "Oh?" A request for additional information. He wasn't aware of any issues she had with alcohol and wonder what had happened. "I'll have a glass." He agreed as he poured himself one. "We can take the rest home."

Meal mostly finished, Devrim sipped his wine and reflected on the conversation. "One year of therapy for possessing a knife, huh?" A medical school rotation in psych hardly made him an expert on rehabilitation, but a year looked like a lot more like retaliation. "Who'd you piss off on the council to get a sentence like that?" He'd only lived in Lunar Cove for two years, but Devrim took the time when he first arrived to familarize himself with the law of the land. Regulations that appeared riddled with corruption and personal bias. A leadership not unsimiliar to the rest of American politics.

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“That was nice of them.” Dilan commented softly, even though she wasn’t a fan of Elif she did appreciate that the other woman had brought her cousin food. At his words she looked down at her hands, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was one of those people. She’d cause so much chaos and now she’d murdered. She found herself wondering if she was ever a good person to begin with or if she’d always been rotten. “Yeah, there is.” She finally choked out as normally as she could. Looking away from her hands and back at Devrim. “Yes I do.” Dilan snapped back at him. She was leader of the family, it was her job to keep it together. To not need help even when she was dying inside. “No, I’m really not Devrim.” Standing up in her chair as she flinched once more and held onto her chest. “I’m not suppose to ever ask for help, it’s part of being the leader.” 

“It’s fine.” Dilan sighed heavily, she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I can just go back to my room and give you quiet time.” 

The specifics of his professional degree were not a subject he pressed to clarify. It was a joke that had earned them both a laugh, yet the joyful expression brought pain. Devrim saw it in the way Dilan moved and heard it in the silence that followed the sudden falter of her laughter. A grim reminder that no momentary reprieve would take away from their reality. It was a truth that demanded to be lived.

To reassure Dilan, Devrim offered, "Rio brought food. Elif, too." There had been no shortage of support following his kidnapping and subsequent injuries. A surprise to a man who, mostly, kept to himself. "There are good people here," He noted aloud for the both of them. A reflection for himself, and a reminder for his cousin. "You don't have to take care of everything yourself, all the time." In a gentle voice, Devrim added, "You're allowed to need help." A reminder he needed himself.

"I'm not the best company for filling the quiet," His eyes flickered to the TV in his room. "but we could watch a movie?"

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At him asking her to trust him Dilan just sighed and gave up on trying to bother Devrim about how he was. If he wanted to be fine, then she would believe him. Epically since she was also skating the truth herself just in creative ways. When he mentioned he was a doctor all Dilan could do was crack a smile. “In teeth. I’ll call you when I need a filling not when I’m trying to heal from a stab wound.” She joked playfully, but at the laughter she felt pain in her chest. Putting her hand over the wound that was still healing, her laughter stopped completely. 

“Don’t be silly you’ve had hospital food. What I’m offering is actual food.” Pulling out her phone from the pocket on her gown and she started to text Rio that she’d need another order of food, until started to speak once more. At his frustration Dilan just dropped her phone into her lap and shrugged. “I don’t know how.” She admitted honestly. “I’ve always been the one to take care of everything so….” Trailing off as she leaned back in the chair. “And I’m no good to anyone like this. I don’t like the stillness or the quiet.”

"Really." He reassurance was swift. "Trust me." The smile that twitched at the corners of his lips telling of how humorous Devrim thought he was being. "I'm a doctor." It hurt his throat to laugh, but he thought they both could use some lightheartedness. The worst of their wounds, he didn't need a medical degree to see, were of the mental variety. Trauma that had only just settled in, and whose impact they would experience for their lives to come. He knew, too well, how broken bones healed, but some breaks ached forever.

At the mention of food Devrim shook his head. "No food. I've had enough." He admitted with a pause for momentary self reflection. A resident of Lunar Cove barely two years, and he'd found community, family, support. Acquaintances, patients, colleagues, friends, and family alike saved him, then proceeded to follow up on his recovery with hot food, gifts, and flowers. The influx of unexpected care overwhelming to a man who had, thus far, enjoyed his life alone.

"Will you just.." From quiet gratitude to frustration in a moment, Devrim sighed. "..take it easy for a minute? You have to do for yourself before you can do for others, Kardeş (little sister)."

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Dilan crossed one leg over the other as she leaned back in her chair and looked at him with dark eyes. “You don’t remember what?” Asking as she raised an eyebrow at him. Trying to recall back the awful night that was New Years Eve, however, she’d barely interacted with Dev. Most of her interactions had been with outs and she’d spent so much time debating who to kiss that she found herself preoccupied. “Everything.” She replied bitterly before adding. “Nothing with you though. I was having my own drama.” Brushing a hand through her hair as she swept it over her shoulder. “Were you drinking last night?”

Devrim hadn't spoken to God since childhood, but he prayed to anyone who would listen for death. It couldn't be worse than his suffering, now. Hangovers after thirty hit different. Like a truck, hauling bricks, speeding down the highway. Everything hurt. He didn't know how he'd let Dilan talk him into brunch. Strong armed by a fairy. The story of his life. Even when he didn't know it. "Huh?" Dev's thoughts were scattered, as his head felt as though someone had split it open with an axe. "I don't fucking remember.." A confession that came in a mumble, though with no shortage of regret. "What do you remember?"

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Dilan knew she should have been nicer to those around her, really she did, but the more pain she was in the more outbursts she was having. On top of that it felt like she had no control over her healing, that the cuts she had would be faded and so would everything that she had done. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the memory of her murdering Hande to fade, it was that she couldn’t have it fade. Hande had been her own flesh and blood, she’d been able to murder her without hesitant. 

“Are you really?” Dilan questioned once she was sitting down fully. When Devrim asked how she was doing all Dilan could do was look down at her hands. The thing about being a fae was as much as she wanted to lie she couldn’t. “I’ll be fine.” She responded, skirting the truth like always when it came to how she was doing. “So have they feed you? I can get you something to eat.”

Devrim flinched. Not at Dilan's outburst. He was used to her antics. Rather, at how she treated the nurses. Everyone knew you were supposed to be nice to the nurses. Even doctors knew that. If you wanted anything done you needed a nurse on your side. Repairing those relationships would take Devrim time, and a lot of donuts and coffee on his dime. Under his breathe he mumbled a string of curses in Turkish. At least he knew Dilan was feeling well enough to still be herself.

"Shit." An honest answer full of candor. Not even a modicum of hesitancy in his voice. "I'm fine." He insisted as he saw the pain on Dilan's face from just sitting. It hurt him to watch. More frustrating than being laid up, useless, in a hospital bed was seeing those he loved suffer. He'd heard bits and pieces of what went down at the playhouse. The Lunar Cove rumor mill was in full swing, and nurses knew everything. Until Dilan's arrival he'd been in their good graces enough to hear some of the details. "How are you doing?" Since killing Hande, he wanted to add but refrained. Devrim believed Dilan would tell him what she needed to when she was ready.

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At him welcoming her inside Elena hesitated, wondering if it was a bad idea to just walk into some strange man’s house, but she figured she’d risk it. After all she was a werewolf and she could handle herself if she needed too. Wrapping the blanket around her tighter as she strolled into the man’s house, taking in the small cabin. “Okay..” Letting him wonder off while she walked into the living room. Rather than sit on the couch she stayed standing near the wall where no one could sneak up behind her. 

Hearing his footsteps as he returned with clothes, she was thankful this wasn’t turning into a serial killer situation. “Thank you.” She said after a moment, taking the clothes from him. “I can make anything work. I had brothers growing up.” She informed him before she gestured for him to turn around. “Normally I wouldn’t mind someone seeing me naked, but usually I ask them to buy me dinner first.” She joked playfully. “Plus, I’m still new at the whole werewolf thing. Maybe I’ll stop being shy after like the twentieth time doing this but I’m still only on the second.” 

Dropping the blanket and she quickly pulled on the shirt and the pants. Rolling them up in the legs and pulling the string as tight as she could to make them work. Lifting up her foot as she started to put on the socks when he spoke again. “I like both.” She informed him with a smile. “You can turn back around I’m dressed now. So what about you?” She questioned. “Do you like eggs and bacon too?” Making her way into the kitchen, she picked up the pan that was sitting out. “Sit down.” She ordered, then pointed to the table. “You helped me so the least I can do is make you breakfast.” Shrugging at her words. “Which..” Trailing off as she turned to look at him. “Who are you? I’m Elena.” Extending her hand to him. 

The morning after the full moon Devrim knew to leave fresh blankets and hot coffee out for the many wolves who ran through the woods all night under the cover of moonlight. Tucked, snuggly, in his warm bed, he could hear them howling. A sound that had never unsettled but soothed him. In a magical forest full of fairytales, Devrim was but a woodsman. Both blessed and damned to marvel at a distance.

Until one showed up at his front door.

It crossed Devrim's mind to admit he'd seen quite a few naked people wandering through the woods. Mostly wolves, he assumed, though of some he couldn't be sure. Witches, perhaps, ritualistically dancing beneath the moon. He didn't fully understood their customs yet, though not for lack of research. In just two years, Devrim had unpacked an entirely new world.

At the end of the woman's ramble, Devrim pushed his front door open to welcome her inside. He wasn't sure what to address first. Clothes? Coffee? Clothes. "Be right back.."

The cabin was small. A two bedroom set up with modest finishings. Most of the walls in the living space were made of glass, allowing an uninterrupted view of the woods. It was far from the most lavish estate in Lunar Cove, but it made Devrim happy. A home that brought him peace.

A few minutes after he first disappeared Devrim returned with socks, sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Everything was too big for the wolf, but he had nothing else to offer her. "Mind the fit.." He flashed an apologetic smile as he placed the clothes for her on the counter and returned to making more coffee. A task Elena's knock at the door had interrupted. Devrim had also been setting up to make breakfast. A meal he felt obliged to invite her too. "Do you like eggs? Bacon?"

[moonglowmagic]

Dilan ended up leaving. The End.

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“That was nice of them.” Dilan commented softly, even though she wasn’t a fan of Elif she did appreciate that the other woman had brought her cousin food. At his words she looked down at her hands, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was one of those people. She’d cause so much chaos and now she’d murdered. She found herself wondering if she was ever a good person to begin with or if she’d always been rotten. “Yeah, there is.” She finally choked out as normally as she could. Looking away from her hands and back at Devrim. “Yes I do.” Dilan snapped back at him. She was leader of the family, it was her job to keep it together. To not need help even when she was dying inside. “No, I’m really not Devrim.” Standing up in her chair as she flinched once more and held onto her chest. “I’m not suppose to ever ask for help, it’s part of being the leader.” 

“It’s fine.” Dilan sighed heavily, she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I can just go back to my room and give you quiet time.” 

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Dilan knew having family in town besides Leyla was a good thing, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was something that would eventually cost her. With all the chaos of town, The Cataylst, and Hande all coming in so often it was a matter of time before Devrim got added to the long growing list of people she cared about being hurt. She couldn’t bare the thought of him being hurt too, especially not since he was human.

Dilan pushed the food around her plate as she continued to drone on about her life and everything that she’d done for her birthday. At the wine appearing her stomach turned, she shook her head softly. “I’m on a band from alcohol for at least a month.” She informed him. Figuring it would take that long to get over her cringy embarrassment from last time she got drunk. “So it’s all you this time Dev. I promise to drive you home and to make sure you make it on time to work.” She reassured. “I’ll even call you in the morning and wake you up.”

closed starter | @moonglowmagic Dilan and Devrim at End of The Line in Sunny Harbor

"Merhaba."

Family dinner wasn't a foreign concept between them. A weekly tradition, when their schedules allowed it, after Devrim moved to Lunar Cove. In homage to the ones they spent together as children, growing up together in New York City. Though their meals looked a little different now, and no one was throwing köftes across the table; usually.

A magical buffet that made any food he could think of just appear on his plate was a concept that, until recently, Devrim would've deemed possible only in works of fiction. The earth shattering truth of reality that came alongside reconnecting with his cousin had yet to cease being a marvel. Born a human, ignorant of the supernatural, now living in the world's last magical stronghold. These dinners with Dilan made Devrim feel a little more normal, like everything he'd ever known to be true hadn't changed.

The food was incredible, though it wasn't why Devrim ate in silence. He'd never been a talker, and around Dilan he didn't have to be. No matter what she had to say he enjoyed listening. Their talks were one of the things he'd missed most after she disappeared.

When a bottle of wine appeared on the table Devrim let out a chuckle. He hadn't ordered it, but he'd partake. "I work in the morning." A gentle reminder that drinks with dinner was all he was committing to tonight, though if anyone could talk him into something he didn't want to do it was her.