#* / ft. 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.

[evrensadik]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 29.04.2021  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 : 18:27 pm  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: marvi’s flat 𝐅𝐓:@ravireyes 

demolition. she never knew how freeing it could be. it makes her feel alert, forceful, almost angry, and most certainly like she’s in control. the sledgehammer that she wields in her hands is heavy, but she has enough strength to carry it and strike with absolute precision, relying on her newfound muscle strength that she’s built up while exercising and continually challenging her muscles to deal with higher levels of resistance and weight to help her. but it’s anger that fuels her. anger that guides her. it’s resentment and ire that whisper in her ear and tell her to swing, to destroy so that she can finally be free, unbound, loose like a stitch. she rages, hits her forehead on the walls and metal bars of her cage, no longer a bird but a bull.

“i hope you didn’t forget about the champagne,” evren mutters as she turns around to avoid the wayward debris from getting into her eyes, leaning partially on one of the walls in ravi’s flat to admire the wreckage from a vantage point; for a split second, she thinks that she’s seeing a falling star in the dust, but she doesn’t make a wish. this clandestine meeting, or better said a party for two, could be seen as an act of treason, treachery, and betrayal due to closeness and bond between the two that has only strengthened recently, but on paper, evren’s doing all that war would condone and approve. she’s  destroying famine’s property. “i never knew that i needed this,” glancing first at the tool and then back up at ravi, she laughs out of sheer desperation as she looks back on all that she’s survived and seen over the last months. she watched her sister bleed and in spite of her desire to aid cemlie, she lost her anyway, witnessed the breaking of truce, faced jack and inevitably experienced deterioration of her mental health, which led to drunken outbursts and almost a night at a hospital from too much alcohol consumption. she took a tumble and barely managed to get back on her feet, and finally, when she stood up again, she was greeted with a cold knife, a knife pressed to her throat. “how’s marcus these days?” she had texted ravi immediately upon hearing about his injuries, but asking about him now only solidifies the way she likes the reyes couple. “and, how are you holding up?”