#( thread: tuncay aksoy. )

[midnightmadncss]

where: the church who: sibilla / @malignxnce​

     “Zahide, it’s me. Your big brother. Again. Call me. Or at least text me. I need to know if you’re alright.” For years, Tuncay had no one to worry about but himself. After his family had been killed and his sister left, it had been only him. And now, within the span of months, he suddenly had two people to worry about. Firstly, his sister, though he was certain Zahide could look out for herself after all this time. He’d just kind of like an update that she was still in town, and hadn’t run off again. And then there was... Sibilla. Tuncay still couldn’t fully understand what it was between them, what he felt for them was almost scary. But right now, he only wanted to focus on keeping them safe. Lowering his phone, he turned around to look for them in the church, his brows pulling together when he noticed they still stood pretty much in the entrance, blocking the way for some. “What are you doing?”, he asked as he came closer, though he inevitably softened the closer he got. “It’s alright. We’re safe here,” he added, his voice gentle as he lifted a hand to brush his fingers against Sibilla’s cheek. “We can find a corner and a blanket to wait this all out.”

[postremorisu]

MARZAN MANSION  June 11th w/ @midnightmadncss​ — Tuncay Aksoy

Skylar sat at one of the tables, letting her gaze focus on the two cards in her hands. Inhaling, the blonde pressed her lips together. “Gotta say I have no idea what I’m doin’.” She laughed softly, glancing towards the person sitting next to her. “Maybe I should have done a little more research on what black jack was before I sat down at the table.” She shook her head a little as she raised her hand up towards the side of her neck, settling it there. “Am I the only person at this table who doesn’t know how to play?”

[midnightmadncss]

for @daemxnium​ / laila where: marzan mansion

     “Can I have that? Thanks.” Tuncay didn’t wait for a reply before he stole Laila’s drink and emptied what was left of it all at once. He was in dire need of alcohol, but Laila’s drink definitely did not still that thirst. Pursing his lips, he looked around before lifting two glasses of champagne from a table passing by on a waiter’s hand. He held one of them out for Laila. “I didn’t know this is your kind of scene,” he teased. “Any ulterior motives for being here?”

[midnightmadncss]

for: @malignxnce​ where: underground fight ring

     In the past decade, not many things happened to be as satisfying to Tuncay as a good fight. There was something about being able to let his fists speak instead of his tongue, in being able to rid his brain of any thoughts and just focus on a pure survival instinct. Maybe it was the hidden animal inside of him that loved throwing itself into the fight ring during late nights, or maybe it was a trauma he had never quite worked through. Maybe it was a mixture of the two. But when Tuncay’s victory was declared, sweat dripping from his brows as he looked down at his opponent, his heart racing in his chest and the crowd around him cheering -- he could forget for a moment that he’d lost everything, and that he was no one. Though when he got up, brushing the back of his hand over his sweat-covered forehead, and caught a pair of familiar eyes between those watching, he realized maybe he wasn’t no one anymore. There was something just as thrilling about seeing a beautiful face cheer him on as in winning, and so he moved over to slip through the ropes that separated the fighters from the crowd, his arm coming to rest around a slim waist in a familiar fashion. “Did you like the show?”, he asked Sibilla, a grin on his lips as he glanced down at them. They hadn’t been doing this for long, but still long enough that seeing them made his day more than winning the fight. And that was saying something. “I’m sure you’re happy to be here with the winner and not the loser.”

[midnightmadncss]

for laila / @daemxnium​

     When the door opened, Tuncay lifted his head and then pushed past Laila and into her place. While he had not yet triggered his werewolf curse so far, he was still tightly connected in the werewolf community on his island thanks to his family. “I heard what happened,” he said without bothering with a greeting. “How do you feel?” And then, because he couldn’t keep it in and because he didn’t really feel like talking to anyone about it than the woman who had become somewhat of an adopted sister to him, he added: “Zahide is here.”

[midnightmadncss]

for @malignxnce​ / sibilla where: marzan mansion

      “The bartender gave me her number.” The words were spoken with a hint of amusement as Tuncay returned to Sibilla, holding out the drink they had asked for before his hand moved to the small of their back. “I told her I’m already occupied with somebody else, but she was very insistent. I just noticed she scribbled it down on this.” He showed Sibilla the tissue in his hand, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “Looks like I’m not the only lucky one out of the two of us when it comes to the date choice for the evening.” But Tuncay could not deny that he had been left speechless when he saw Sibilla. Whatever words authors and poets had found for a beautiful person in the past, he would easily say every single one of them applied to the silhouette next to him. Tuncay himself had tried to impress, going outside of his comfort zone (even if just slightly) and wear not just an entirely black attire. But nothing he ever could have thought of would be able to compete with her. “Maybe you should get the next round of drinks so I don’t have to talk to her again.”

[midnightmadncss]

for @scllyoursoul​ / kaan where: marzan mansion

     “These drinks are shit,” Tuncay informed the man who had stepped up to the bar next to him. They had been opponents in the ring a couple of times before, but Tuncay never held any ill feelings towards those he had beat or lost against outside of the fighting. Running a hand through his hair, he put the drink he’d been sipping on down onto the bar, turning slightly to face Kaan. “The music is shit, too, if you ask me. I wonder who planned this whole thing.” 

[midnightmadncss]

where: on the streets who: grace williams / @cceruleans​

     “What do you say?” The grin on Tuncay’s lips couldn’t get much prouder than it was. He would be lying if he said that his heart did not beat a little faster at the sight of a pretty and fast car. Sharing that passion with someone was always exciting, and ever since managing to get his car fixed with some sleek matte black rims, he had been looking forward to showing Grace. He’d put a lot of money into the car that was made more for racing than any slow drive, and he now extended his arms before patting the hood of the car gently. “Looks sexy, doesn’t it?”

[midnightmadncss]

who: @malignxnce​ / devrim where: marzan mansion

      “You look like you hate the world.” Maybe that was an overstatement, or maybe it was simply the way Dev’s face worked -- Tuncay wasn’t entirely sure about that. But he took a seat next to the other and leaned back with a heavy sigh. “You know, considering how big this whole thing is, I figured they’d have more food on display. I’m fucking starving. Do you think they’ll get mad if I order a pizza?” Running a hand through his hair, he narrowed his eyes slightly before looking at Dev. “Now who got your panties in a twist?”