#* / ft. elif

[cantfightmoonlight]

@faerietothe-otherside

Elif raised her fist to knock on the door, but froze halfway through, her knuckles hovering just inches from the wood. That’s not funny. Rangi’s words echoed sharply in her mind, cutting through the quiet. She hadn’t meant to be funny. Rangi had been one of the only people who stood by Elif when things were at their worst, and Elif never blamed her for sleeping with Ronnie. If anything, she understood better than most. But still, something had shifted between all three of them since that night and, now, standing outside this door with a packed bag and a bus ticket, Elif wasn’t sure Rangi would even want to see her. But it didn’t hurt to try, especially since this might be her last chance to say goodbye. "Hi?"

[alcska]

closed for my whole heart @khaleesiie

the streets were quiet, humming with a stillness that made her thoughts feel louder, and the silence even worse. her arms folded tight across her chest, sleeves tugged down over balled up fists as if they might hold her together, but then she saw them, and her steps faltered. only long enough for her to put on a tired smile. "hey," she spoke softly, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear with a hand that still shook a little. "what're you doing out here?" she asked like she some part of her didn't already know they would be.

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @cantfightmoonlight (Elif) Where: Poppy's apartment

Poppy wasn’t sure about Elif coming over but given everything that had happened she knew that they needed to talk, especially since they shared a dog. Adjusting her ponytail when she heard the door and she got off the couch, she walked over to the door. “Hey Elif,” She greeted with a half wave as she opened the door for the other and Luna. “Also hi baby girl.” Reaching down as she scooped up Luna and hugged her tightly. “Thanks for bringing her over.” She finally said as she snuggled her head into Luna’s fur and placed a kiss on the puppies head. Eventually sitting Luna back down on the floor as silence fell over them. “So we should talk….” She finally got out as she put her hands in her back pockets. Rocking back and forth on her balls of her feet as she tried to break the silence and talk about the elephant in the room. “You were right I shouldn’t have started shit in public. If I was feeling some type of way I should have been an adult and talked to you about it, verses whatever I did at the party.” She apologized as she looked at Elif with her blue eyes. "You at least deserved that. I'm sorry, I really am."

[ohghxst]

closed starter: @0fmercy

it  was  only  after  elif  was  freed  from  the  confines  of  the  dungeon,  osian  too  found  himself  freed,  all  thanks  to  the  intervention  of  the  gracious  kitty.  without  the  princess’s  assistance,  osian  feared  he  would  undoubtedly    remained  trapped  in  that  wretched  place  indefinitely.

however,  now  that  he  was  free,  a  predicament  befell  osian.  elif  had  been  forthcoming  with  him,  revealing  her  truth  to  him,  not  that  she  had  much  choice  as  it  was  becoming  glaringly  apparent.  yet,  while  she  bared  her  soul  to  him,  he  remained  silent  about  his  own  secret,  unsure  whether  it  was  due  to  the  fear  of  rejection  or  the  fear  of  being  ridiculed.  perhaps  it  was  both,  or  perhaps  he  was  afraid  it  would  get  out  and  he  would  be  kicked  out  of  the  guard  and  sent  home.  

these  thoughts  plagued  him  as  he  paced  restlessly  through  the  deserted  corridors  of  the  frisia  quarters,  contemplating  his  next  move.  it  was  not  proper  for  him  to  be  there,  he  knew  this,  but  needed  to  tell  her;  or  maybe?  it  would  only  be  fair,  and  it  would  be  selfish  of  him  to  keep  his  deafness  concealed.  it  would  be  unjust  to  withhold  such  information  from  her,  he  should  give  her  an  out  rather  than  trick  her.  with  a  gentle  knock  on  elif’s  chamber  door,  as  directed  by  a  servant  along  the  way,  osian  patiently  awaited  her  response.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@moonglowmagic

"Hi," Elif gave Poppy a sheepish little smile from where she stood at the bus station with her duffle bag in hand. She didn't know what else to say outside of that. Hi. Bye? I'm leaving town, likely forever, but it was nice knowing you? Nothing that came to mind seemed adequate. Nothing truly seemed to summarize just how much certain people would be missed, not that finding the right words really seemed to matter either. The one person who might have cared that she was leaving told her to go and, while Poppy and her might have had something at one point, she was fairly certain she wouldn't be more than a blimp on Poppy's radar once she was gone.

[alcska]

closed for @dearsgcd / plot.

"hey," she spoke quietly, arms folded tight across her chest. it was then she realized she shouldn't have come, and she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. now here she was, standing in the middle of a room that felt too loud and too bright, face to face with the last person she thought she'd run into. it was crazy, really, how all it took was one glance, and she was back in that night, back in their room, back in their arms, back in every moment she's tried to bury and move on from. "didn't think i'd be seeing you here."

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @cantfightmoonlight (Elif)

“Can you pass me the flour?” Safiye asked as she held out her hand to Elif while she looked over at the recipe. As she went to flip the page with her free hand she heard a crack. Looking forward where the crack had came from, she noticed Luna sitting on a pile of egg juice. “Umm is that our child?” Turning to look at Elif with worry. “It’s okay, we can just replace them and they’ll never know!”

[ohghxst]

closed starter: @0fmercy

he  had  not  intended  to  stare,  but  how  could  he  not?  she  was  ethereal,  a  being  from  another  realm.  their  encounters  had  been  scarce,  restricted  to  the  grand  events  hosted  by  the  royal  families  they  both  served.  their  conversations  were  even  scarce.  and  if  he  thought  back  to  them,  he  recollected  making  a  fool  out  of  himself.  his  dear  friend  having  to  come  in  to  save  him  from  himself.

and  yet,  not  he  saw  fate  to  be  either  cruel  or  generous  as  he  was  suddenly  being  shoved  from  behind  a  food  stall,  and  urged  by  his  supposed  friend  to  approach  his  crush.  “  the  fritters  are  good,  ”  he  stammered,  stepping  up  beside  her.  “  should  you  find  yourself  hungry.  ”

[cantfightmoonlight]

@itsronniebish

"Hey." Ronnie's had been the last place Elif wanted to go anywhere near after what had happened, but she also didn't feel right skipping town without so much as a word so here she was, awkwardly standing on the other girl's front step with a dufflebag in hand, having put off this fair well until the very end. "I'm leaving," The words tumbled out before she could stop herself, choosing to rip the band-aid off before she chickened out. "And I just... I wanted to say goodbye."

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Anywhere

With: @cantfightmoonlight (Elif)

Poppy had heard all about Elif from Nico in passing but now that the other was actually here Poppy found her place in Nico’s life slightly threatened. Sure, he’d said they were family, but did he say that to everyone he was friends with? Had he really meant it or was it just to stop her from having a mental breakdown? While thoughts ran wild in Poppy’s head she felt a tugging at her pants leg and looked down to see a stray puppy who had clearly gotten out of the race. Bending down to pick up the puppy, she scooped it into her arms. “You know I’m more of a cat person.” She told the puppy with a laugh before scratching its head. Just as she turned to take the puppy back she was greeted with Elif’s face in front of her. “Let me guess this puppy belongs to you?” Extending her arms out to the other woman with a frown across her red lips. 

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Yeah," She pressed her lips together as she gave him a small nod. "I didn't think I should keep pushing it off," She admitted. "But, you hoped?" Her brows creased slightly in confusion at that. "Why's that? Wanted to see me off?" She asked as she tilted her head curiously to the side.

"It's okay. I figured as much," She gave him a small nod, even though her heart did sink a little when she glanced into her old office that was now unrecognizable. "Oh... okay? Yeah, I don't have anywhere to be?" She didn't even know what she was doing with her life now. It wasn't exactly as though waiting tables and driving people who needed a lyft around town were her dream jobs. And seeing that Peggy's took the week off in honor of Kitty, there wasn't exactly a rush for her to head out.

Jeremiah nodded: “I figured you'd come around this week. Or so I hoped.”

There was something so backward about waiting for the joke that she surely had on tow behind her greetings. Jeremiah had been absent from the office for days, and still, each day during his daily check-up he made sure to ask if anyone had seen Elif around. The answer was always the same: she's as gone as you. With everything that happened, everything he missed, he had to keep reminding himself, it made only sense she would want out of there quicker. Jeremiah could only hope he'd get the chance to see her one last time to offer her a sympathetic gesture, the same way she'd offered them to him when he needed them.

“I got it all cleaned up before I came back—” he motioned to the space she once occupied, “—hope you don't mind.”

He stood like an idiot in front of his office door until he figured he should say something: “Glad I got to run into you before you picked up your things. I thought we could have a little sit-down and maybe something hot to drink. If you're in the mood for that, of course.”

[ohghxst]

✧ osian ( elif )

having a night out or having a night in // go to the cinema or have a picnic in a park // having dinner in a good restaurant or cooking at home // swimming in a pool or going to the beach // text about the day or do a videocall // have a holliday together on a big city or have a holliday together in a farm // travelling to a tropical country or travelling to a snowy country // going to a concert or an afternoon of shopping // spending a day on a library or spending a day practicing a new sport // having a coffee together or having a cocktail together // going to an art gallery or going to an history museum

[cantfightmoonlight]

@faerietothe-otherside

No. No! She's going to wake up! Don't touch me! She's going to wake up! Don't fucking touch me!

Her teeth snapped at anyone who dared draw near. She barely even registered the flashing lights, the blaring sirens or the chaos of the voices around her. All she knew - all she felt- was Kitty’s small, lifeless body cradled against her, the warmth already fading, slipping through her fingers like sand. Her grip tightened, a desperate, animalistic need clawing at her insides, as if holding on just a little longer could somehow make it not true. Could somehow wake her up.

She was going to wake up. It was just a matter of time. She was going to be fine.

She was so sure of it, that she didn't hear them at first. The paramedics. The voices telling her they needed to take Kitty, to help. Help? There was no helping. It was too late. And yet, when hands pried at her arms, yanking at the oversized t-shirt she had been given, trying to separate her from Kitty’s limp form, her body snapped to life.

A scream tore from her throat, raw and ragged, as she fought. Thrashing, clawing, kicking, twisting—anything to keep them from pulling Kitty away. "No! No! Don’t—please—don’t take her!" But they were stronger. More of them, too many hands holding her back, too much force pinning her down as they ripped her away from the only thing she had left of Kitty. Her fingers scraped at the air where Kitty had been, reaching, reaching, her entire body writhing with the effort of trying to get back to her.

"Give her back!" The words came out half-snarled, half-sobbed. Her voice cracking under the force of it. She fought so hard her muscles burned, her chest heaved, her throat shredded itself on screams she barely recognized as her own.

But it didn’t matter. The grip on her didn’t loosen. They were too strong, too much, and no matter how hard she struggled, they wouldn’t let go. The moment realization dawned, the moment it sank into her bones that she was losing—that Kitty was gone—something inside of her broke.

The fight drained out of her all at once, as if her body had finally accepted what her mind refused to. Her legs gave out. Her chest heaved with gasping, breathless sobs as she collapsed against someone else's arms this time. "Please," she choked out, barely above a whisper now, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please… don’t take her. Don’t… don’t leave me…"

But there was nothing left to fight.

Nothing left to save.

Her body shook with the force of her grief, her cries turning wordless, raw and broken, muffled against the shoulder of the person holding her down. She had fought until there was nothing left. And now all she could do was weep.

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Lock and Key

With: Poppy + @cantfightmoonlight

Poppy adjust the bulky lock that was hanging around her neck as she continued to look for who had the matching key. As she attempted with the guy closet to her, she also noticed another familiar face about. “Hey,” Giving a wave to Elif as she pulled her lock back when it didn’t fit with the key. “Nice try tho.” She told him before patting him on the shoulder and moving away from him with the flip of her hair. “It’s nice seeing you out and about.” She hadn’t seen Elif since their last conversation that was at her place which had ended on a rather question mark of an ending. “Want to try your key? Or should I go try elsewhere?” Offering an out in case Elif wanted to take it. 

[cantfightmoonlight]

"What does Jin mean?" Elif asked curiously, as she continued to rake her fingers gently through Jin's fur. Her amber eyes lifted to catch Sun-Hee's gaze. Her eyes didn't stay from hers as she hummed lightly under her breath, "Well, that makes two of us."

"It is. But if you don't believe, maybe I'll just have to show you sometime. We could start small, like at the beach?" She offered up as she moved to prop her chin into the palm of her hand, as a grin began to tug at the corner of her lips. "Laying out in the sun, bikinis, popsicles, we could make a day of it?" She tempted. "Funny. Me too. Another thing we have in common."

"Okay. Just checking," Elif gave her a small nod as she tore off a small piece of her slice to offer over to Jin. "So how about it?"

The witch snickered a little before answering. "Yes. Of course. Her name is Jin." It softened Sun-Hee's gaze to watch how gently Elif cared for her fox. "She's a manifestation of my magic. My familiar." She explained. "I think Jin likes you." Jin or the witch herself? Sun-Hee wouldn't admit. Her crush a secret she kept safe from harm. Not from the wolf but from herself, as she didn't believe she would't fuck everything up. Elif was too good for that; too good for her.

Fun and nice weren't words the witch would've chosen in regards to the outside. All she heard whe Elif said fresh air and grass was UVs and bugs. "Is it?" She asked in disbelief. It was impossible to even fake a smile, but the witch knew she could be convinced. Pretty girls, she thought with a sigh. "I don't really run.." Sun-Hee admitted. "I'm not.. super athletic." A confession that was putting it mildly as she manage to trip over flat surfaces sometimes. "I've woken up on the beach outside my house before... No memory of how I got there, but.." Sun-Hee trailed off with a shrug.

Elif's request to feed Jin made Sun-Hee giggle again. A sound that was short lived when asked when she'd like to go camping. "You can, yeah. She loves pizza, and uhhh.." Her eyes searched the room for an answer. The witch, momentarily, saved by the delivery of more food.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@nicocastillo

The small wolf lay motionless in the grass outside of the Castillo house. Her snout pressed into the damp earth. The scent of grass and dirt doing nothing to ground her. The raw, aching howls that had torn through her throat for hours had long since faded into nothing but a thin, broken whimper. Even that felt like too much effort now. She had no more sound left to give, no more fight, no more grief that could be voiced. It was all hollowed out inside of her, leaving only this unbearable absence.

She hadn’t moved in hours. She hadn’t eaten in days. The hunger gnawed at her, but she barely felt it anymore. What did it matter? What did any of it matter? When the sound of approaching footsteps disturbed the quiet, she didn’t lift her head. She already knew who it was. Nico. He’d been here before, hovering at the edges of her misery, waiting for her to come back to herself. But she wasn’t going to. Not now. Maybe not ever.

As he got closer, she finally moved—not to greet him, not to acknowledge him, but to turn away. Slowly, stiffly, she pulled herself to her feet, every limb trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion. For a moment, it looked like she might run. Like some distant, instinctual part of her wanted to flee. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a single, faltering step before collapsing back down into the grass, this time with her back to him. A silent dismissal. A refusal. She didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want to hear whatever words he might have. He was her best friend and, any other day of her life, she would have sworn to hell and back that he could do no wrong. He was perfect. He was always right. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and, yet, for the first time in her life, she found herself mad at him. Mad that he got hurt because of her. Mad that he accepted the challenge before she can even tell him that he might be falling into a trap. Damien had been her mess. Her problem. Not his. And not Kitty was dead and it was her fault and the last thing she needed to was to hear that it wasn't.

Go away Nico. Please.