#devrim ft. savannah

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Savannah fiddled with the edge of her dress, her fingers tugging at a loose thread she knew better than to pull. But it gave her hands something to do, and lord knew she needed that right now. Her eyes darted toward Devrim, then away, like she’d been caught peeking through the blinds at something she wasn’t supposed to see. Her heart was thumping a little too loud for comfort, and she hated how easy it was for him to make her feel like that girl again — the one who stayed up too late waiting for headlights to turn down her drive.

"Hm?" Her head lifted. Her eyes briefly meeting his before they darted away once more. "Oh yeah, talkin', or somethin'," She murmured. Her voice was quieter than usual, lacking any playful edge. This was softer, like the worn cotton of an old t-shirt you just couldn’t bring yourself to throw away as she glanced down toward her lap and the way her skirt seemed to have hiked up when she had climbed into the driver's seat as if the words might be sitting there, waiting on her to find them. She reckoned she had a whole lot to say a minute ago, but now, all she could seem to manage was a shaky little laugh that didn't sound half as steady as she wanted it to and a small nod as her eyes seemed to drift back toward his lips. Well, butter her butt and call her a biscuit, she was screwed. She could barely tell up from down as is and, as her eyes lifted to meet his gaze, she realized that had been a mistake. A big one, too. His eyes had always done this thing where they looked at her like she was something important, something worth more than the weight she put on herself. She felt it again now, and it was like standing too close to a fire and was bound to wind up burnt. And yet, she found herself scooting a bit closer all the same. Her head bopped up and down, nodding once more, as she leaned just the slightest bit forward until their foreheads were merely centimeters away. "You, uh, you first?" She cleared her throat. Her gaze still fixated on his lips as she found herself biting down lightly on her own.

It felt like a dream just to see her face. One he didn't want to wake up from but feared he would. His alarm clock soon to blare and shatter the fantasy of her existence. He'd already lost her once. An agony he wasn't sure he ever, fully, grieved. During a time in his life of insurmountable loss and suffering. He'd stopped processing the pain at some point simply to survive it. It was only now that he realized how much he still missed her. The first love of his life. The only.

Their kiss left a tingly sensation on Devrim's lips that he savored as they rolled together. It was better than he remembered or any dream he'd had since their last. How cruel, he thought, that time could take the the intensity of something so incredible from his memory. In that moment, Devrim could've swore, he'd never forget what it was like to kiss Savannah again.

"Hmmm?" Head in a daze, stars in his eyes, as if he had just awoken from a dream. Not to an alarm clock, but Earth's sweetest sound. His name in her voice. He played it on repeat in his mind, almost missing what else Savannah had to say. "...sorry.." A mumble he barely got out, voice thick as the air around them. It confused him how strongly he felt about their kiss. A swell of emotion that made it feel as though no time had passed. Devrim didn't know how that was possible. He was a different man now, than the one he was then. They didn't even know each other, anymore, he woefully reminded himself.

There was no chance for him to clear his mind before Savannah pop kissed him and stunned Devrim into a stupor. He followed her through the crowd, occasionally stumbling a step or two. Not because of his injury but because he stole too many glances at her, half just to make sure she wasn't going to disappear again. The sight of her truck, the truck, hit him in the chest; knocking the breathe from his lungs. A flood of memories came rushing in and painted a tiny but permanent smirk on his lips.

They were supposed to be talking, weren't that? He suddenly couldn't remember what she'd said from just moments before. The tension between them in the truck thick enough to cut with a knife. He couldn't think about anything else. While the truck's bench seat hadn't been their first time, it was certainly the place they hooked up the most. He half expected to turn around and still see hand and foot prints on the back window. "So," His voice gave him away. Devrim's mind was far away, not at all focused on what he was trying to say. "We're supposed to be talking..." About what? He couldn't think. Not about anything but that dress. Its skirt as short as the sundresses she wore all the time during their summer together.

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"I'm sorry, you what?" Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as she blinked over at Devrim is shock and, to think she was about to reach out to give him a reassuring squeeze in regards to Serra, but now her mind had seemingly become blank. "What bad people, Devrim," She scooted closer toward him as she reached over to cup his hands in hers, practically beginning him with those big blue eyes of hers to delve more into the specifics. "How? Why? Please. Just talk to me. Wha- what happened?" She asked, attempting to keep her face a careful mask as she waited for Devrim to speak again, but the concern that plagued her eyes gave her away. The silence stretched long after he spoke, settling into the space between them. The weight of what he shared—the pain, the vulnerability—hung heavy, and she could feel the raw edges of his confession cutting through her. Finally, she exhaled, her voice low and steady, though her accent softened just a touch, like she was holding her words with care. "Look, I don't care if they've been dealt with. I need to know, are you okay? How long were you gone for? So, your legs- they did that?" She could feel her vocal chords shaking as she tried to no avail to keep her emotions at bay. Dark clouds, all the while, began to form overhead as she tried her best to take deep and drawl out breaths.

It was hard to hear Savannah's words. Similar to other conversations they'd had, as well as ones he'd had with Leyla. Serra needed time. He was a stranger. A reality than landed like a knife to the heart of a man who had always dreamed of the day he'd be a father. It was a special bond, he thought. A child and their father. At least, his and his dad's had been special. Someday, he hoped, his and Serra would feel that way, too. Til then, he accepted the situation for what it was and counted himself lucky for Sav's support. Things could be different between them, but they both seemed to understand what was most important.

What was most important made it difficult for Devrim to disclose the origin of his injuries to Savannah. The last thing he wanted to do was send her, running and screaming, from town with his daughter in tow. It was only when the siren circled back to him for the last time did his finally relent. With a soft sigh he explained, "I was kidnapped by.." His head shook, unable to find the words to explain Alyssa yet reminded of her mangled, monster face as she drowned him every time his eyes closed. A by product, he told himself, of bigger threats. "..some bad people who hurt me and others in town, but.." Devrim gingerly took Savannah's hands into his own. With all the reassurance he could muster he promised her, "They've been dealt with. They're not a threat to me, you, or anyone else anymore."

After a moment, Devrim added seriously, "You and Serra are safe here. I'm not going anywhere, and I'll make sure of it. " Devrim knew it was a lot to ask Savannah to trust him. They barely knew each other. A summer shared as teens didn't equate instant confidence fourteen years later. "I'm glad for the chance to make good on my promise to stay, to earn your trust. The both of yours."

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"Yeah, she's a beau- I'm sorry, you did what now?" Savannah's eyes widened as she spun around on her heels. Her jaw fell open momentarily as her head snapped to the side as if to doublecheck that she had heard him right before she picked up the pace. Her shoes clattered against the pavement as she hurried after him. She could have sworn she sat as stiff as a board in that front seat, too afraid to touch anything, even though he had declared it was hers. Why in hell's name did he think it was a good idea to buy her a whole damn truck? But, she after she had overcome her shock and managed to chalk up the courage to ask him just that, they were there, being ushed inside the doors of some church and offered some glasses of what looked to be some very fancy champagne. So, one glass quickly became another and another.

She had known it from the moment she had bumped into to Dev again, but she was way in over her head and, now, she was what? Lettin' him drive her to some New Years Eve party and sweet talk her into keepin' the car for the sake of their daughter? Oh! And gettin' her drunk to add to the list. When the glass was offered though, she took it without question and, somehow, as the night drew on, she found her dumb ass going shot per shot before letting him pull her on up there with him to give some euology to the birthday girl she had yet to me. " 'Cause it's your cousin's friend's birthday," She attempted to whisper to him, though her words came out far louder than expected. "Happy Birthday, Bri!" She slurred out with Dev, before adding into the mic, "I know we don't really know each other all too well, but I hope your year gets better. You're too damn pretty for it not too." A giggle managing to escape her lips as Dev's hand laced its way through hers and he led her back into the crowd like a pair of belligerent idiots.

"WHAT?!" She yelled back through the crowd a few hours later, only to find herself being flipped over Devrim's shoulder as he carried her toward the exit. "Devrim," She erupted into another fit of giggles as her head grew far more light headed than before. "Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself," She tried to warn him, giving the back of his shirt a light tug as if to be asked to be put back down, which he didn't seem to adhere to until they were in the parking lot. "Shit, it's cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey," She smiled happily up at him as she stumbled slightly to her left, catching herself against the side of the new truck when he put her back down on her feet. Only, when the world finally stopped swaying, she saw took in the two figured standing beside them. One with a rather stern look across his face. "Shit. Sorry, sh," She held a finger up to her lips as she shushed herself for having just sworn. "Hi, it's nice to meet ya, I'm sorry about all this," She said sheepishly, casting a golden smile their way as she apologized for their less than coherent states. A habit she had been making a tendency of all night.

"Hi," Leyla waived back from where she was slumped over in Ken's arms for support. She hadn't meant to get drunk herself. She couldn't even remember the last time she had drank this much, but she had a feeling it was before she had even met Ken. The pixie had been hyper focused on trying to cheer Bri up and find a way to lure her out of the confessional. She had been trying to help her sister and wanted to give her friend one good night. So, when Dev started busting out the shots, she had thought it might be able to help. Only half way through downing back some tequila, she had glanced over she shoulder to see that the birthday girl was no where in sight and now, she was paying the price. She had no memory of Dev asking for a ride home, but after Ken agreed, she did have a vague recollection of stumbling along side of him outside as she mumbled out the Japanese she had not so secretly been learning on Duo Lingo, gesturing to different objects around them that she happened to know the name of given that she hadn't quite reached complete sentences yet. 'Kenji-kun or is it Kenji-chan? Dokoheikano? Was that right?" She snuck a peek up at him before her eyes drifted close. She meant to ask him 'where they were going?', but wound up asking 'where below?' instead. Lazily lifting up her hand in the air only when Devrim asked if anyone needed help getting in. "I do! Can I have shot gun please and thank you?"

"Hush now! Sorry again," Sav tried to swot Devrim's hand away from the door as she flashed the man another apologetic smile, before she turned back toward the car right as the door clicked open. "I mean if you're askin'," She mused, placing her hand in his as he gave her a light tug up into the backseat and, as Devrim began to whisper in her ear, she found herself very thankful for the alcohol. Any reservations she might have had on the drive over to Confessions had been washed away and replaced by a giddy sense of bliss. There was hardly a thought in her head, let alone a chance to over think anything as she pressed her lips against Devrim, pulling him in for a kiss. Only to give his chest a light shove as he whispered against her inner ear. "Careful there! Or we're gonna wind up with another baby, now here," She teased, placing her phone into his so that he could connect it to the auxiliary cord.

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closed starter || @cantfightmoonlight + @kenxmatsui Dev, Sav, Ken, Leyla, and chaos. Also, alcohol.

On the last day of 2024, Devrim gifted Savannah a new car. He insisted. It was for the safety of their child. They took it to the New Years Eve party, The Death of Bri, after he parked several blocks away when picking her up, so their daughter wouldn't meet him for the first time as the guy picking her mom up for a party.

“You like the truck?” Devrim had asked Savannah, followed by, “Good. It’s yours.”

A party was hardly Dev’s idea of a good time, but he always had fun with Savannah. Even when she made him so nervous he was driven to drink in excess. Belligerent by the time he was told to give his eulogy, Devrim stumbled on stage with Savannah where he whispered to her, “Why are we up here?” Before looking around and figuring it out. “Happy Birthday, Bri!” Devrim and Savannah slurred out of sync before fumbling off stage.

When Devrim texted Ken for a sober ride home it was like the vampire already knew Dev was going to need him. “How’dya know I was gonna need a ride home?” Stupid grin on his face, he poked Ken in the chest. “You’re in my head.” Into the pocket of Ken’s suit, Devrim dropped the keys to Savannah’s new truck then yelled, “SAVANNAH!!!” before taking off. He moved faster than he had in months. The pain in his legs lessened by the excessive alcoholic. From which, he’d be hurting tomorrow.

“Shot gun!” He joked joyfully before trying to open the truck’s back door. “Unlock it, unlock it, unlock it.” Devrim tried the door handle at every request without success. “Ken! It’s not…” An audible click interrupted him, then he flung open the door with a cheer. “Need help getting in?” To Savannah he offered his hand, before climbing in behind her. In the siren’s ear he whispered, “Remember what happened last time we were in the back of a truck? Ha!” He laughed boisterously at himself before quietly asking Savannah for her phone to put music on the truck’s speakers.

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Savannah glanced at Devrim, her lips pressing together in a thoughtful line as she weighed his words. The unease in his expression tugged at something deep within her, softening the guarded edge she'd been trying so desperately to cling to and, yet, seemingly falling short.

"Okay," She finally said, tilting her chin slightly down into a small nod. Her tone gentle, but still hesitant as if she was trying to reassure them both. "We can go somewhere quiet. We can take my car, if you're okay with that? And after we're done with all the... talkin', I can drop you off?" Her gaze lingered on his face, searching for something unspoken, a confirmation of what she wasn't quite sure, but she also knew better than most how hard it was to talk about something that felt like it carved pieces out of you every time you brought it to the surface.

Only the next thing she knew, he was leaning forward, sweeping her up into a whirlwind of emotions that seemed to spin faster than she could grasp. Devrim's kiss was unexpected, yet familiar in a way that made her chest ache. For a moment, she didn’t pull away—she couldn’t. The taste of champagne still lingered on her lips, mingling with the intensity of his breath. It was as if the weight of their history, the summers past and the words unspoken, had collided in that singular, heart-stopping moment and when she finally pulled back, her knees felt unsteady. Her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of her dress as she peaked up at him. Her expression a mixture of disbelief and something softer just beneath the surface.

"Devrim..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper, carrying the Southern lilt she couldn't shake even in moments like these. "You can't just... drop somethin' like that on me." She pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering to the crutches he steadied himself on before returning to his face. "Lord, you don’t make things easy, do you?" She shook her head the tiniest bit back and forth in disbelief.

She needed to clear her head. She needed to sort out her thoughts from her feelings and broach the subject that seemed to be weighing down across her chest even now. The 'why didn't you call be back' elephant in the room that had flipped her life on its head and stopped him from getting to know his daughter. But, that would require a conversation she wasn't quite sure she was ready to have. So, rather than stay teethed down to reality, she let herself be swept up in the bubbles of the champagne and stepped forward to press another quick peck against his lips before she ducked under his arm. Taking hold of one of his crutches in her hand, she motioned for him to lean on her as they made their way to that god forsaken truck that only ever seemed to scream trouble.

Their summer together felt like a roller coaster. It moved fast and both scared and enthralled Devrim. Their exchange now no different. From stars in his eyes to fear in his gut with a tinge of dampness in hers. How they'd gone from one extreme to another he didn't know and was still piecing together her reaction when Savannah announced she needed to go. "Go?" He couldn't hide the disappointment in his expression or voice. Long ago, he'd resigned himself to the fact that she'd moved on, and Devrim would never see Savannah again. Reuniting in Lunar Cove, the hellhole that it was, was serendipitous. He wouldn't let the opportunity to know her again, so easily, pass him by. Not when he could so clearly see she no longer wore a ring on her finger.

"Why don't we.." He began to suggest but stopped short, as he watched Savannah almost back into a member of the wait staff. Instinctively, he went to reach for her to stop the collision but withdrew when he felt his body buckle on his crutches. When he was offered champagne Devrim declined, though it amused him how she guzzled hers. Was she nervous? He wondered but couldn't tell. Emotions were tricky business. Any attempt to discern how someone felt unless they directly told him was usually moot.

The details of his accident were not something Devrim wanted to disclose on a busy street. "I want to answer all of your questions." He reassured her. "Maybe somewhere quiet?" It was a difficult story to share. One that exacted an emotional toll every time he told it. An experience he didn't want to have in a crowd. "I can't drive right now," He frowned, thinking that was obvious. They could talk in her car. His house was also an option, though Devrim wasn't sure Savannah would want to come to his house when she seemed on the fence about whether or not she was staying or going. It made his heart race. The idea that she could slip through his fingers; again.

A fear that made Devrim, unusually, impulsive. He should've been a dead man, twice, since he'd seen her last. The present pressuring him to partake in what he'd once thought would only ever happen, again, in dreams. Slowly, so Savannah could see what his intentions were, Devrim leaned in for a kiss. An exchange that felt cataclysmic, like it was crushing his heart against his rib bones, and squeezing his lungs until all the air was forced out. He didn't care. If he had to choose, she was the way to die.

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"Ah’m concerned, not stubborn," She scoffed, shaking her head back and forth as a brilliant smile danced across her lips. "And I got every right to be, the way you keep skirtin’ ‘round the subject," She reasoned. The teasingly looking in her gaze softened as her voice grew faint. "Seriously, Dev, what happened?" She gave him a pleading look as she guided her chin down so that their eyes could lock hold once more. "What is it you ain’t tellin’ me?"

Whatever it was, she figured she could handle it only for two words to shattered the ground beneath her feet in one go. I know. "Wha-" With her breath drained from her lungs, she found herself standing there speechless. Blue eyes beginning to tear up as the happy little bubble around them was all too quick to burst, though she kept her tears at bay. What d’you mean, you know? What d'you mean? "You knew? All this time, and you never thought to—" She cut herself off once more. Her lips pressed together and her nose crinkled up as she shook her head. Her blue eyes peeled up toward the ceiling as she let out a shallow breath and then another. ""I’m sorry, I... I should go," Her voice was all too frail and she had a feeling she likely resembled somewhat of a bobble head the way she kept on shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn't be here. She couldn't do this. Not now. Not when she already felt like a fish out of water. Not when her brain was running so fast she couldn't seem to catch up to it to form one coherent thought let alone try to explain why her stomach had just dropped out from under her.

Taking a few steps back, she spun around to turn on her heels only to catch herself before she nearly stumbled into an oncoming drink tray. All too thankful a drop hadn't split on her as she steady herself. "Champagne?" The server offered up. "No, thank ya—on second thought," She plucked up one of the glasses off the tray, downing half of it down before she sheepishly turned back around to meet Devrim's eyes again, looking more and more like a deer caught in the headlights than she did before. "I’m sorry to hear about… what kinda accident was it? Was it... was it bad?" She let out a shaky breath as she tried to push the urge to vanish into the crowd back down. "Are ya... gonna be okay? Gettin' outta here with crutches and all? I could help you to your car, if it ain't too much trouble? Or give you a ride or somethin', you know when the... champagne wears off?" Why in the world did she just have a drink? And was she actually offering to drive him home in the same truck they used to fool around in back when they were teens? What on earth was she thinking?

It felt like a dream he'd had before. Their names on repeat, like proclamations of gratitude for being reunited. It was magic, in ways Devrim didn't even know yet. The way Savannah entranced him. His eyes host to constellations, even as she persisted on having such a cumbersome conversation in the streets. "Still so stubborn.." He mused adoringly.

The step Savannah took back allowed Devrim to move forward, beginning their path out of the crowd and into a nearby coffee shop. He didn't pause at the mention of her daughter until she added the by the way. "I know." Only aloud did he hear how odd that might've sounded. He was quick to explain. "I was in an accident." A brief explanation, but a warranted one. He never thought he'd get to explain himself. "In the rockies, that summer." That summer. The summer they met. A moment in time that secretly lived on repeat inside his mind. He'd never been in love before Savannah nor since. "I looked you up, once I was better.." Devrim tried to smile, but it wasn't a memory that made him happy. "..saw you had a family. Thought you looked happy."

In a quiet moment of reflection, Devrim realized, "I hope you were, Savannah."

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Savannah’s cheeks warmed, a soft blush creeping up as she caught Devrim’s words. She tilted her head, her smile blooming slow and sweet like a magnolia in the spring. "You sure do know how to flatter a girl," she teased gently, though her voice held a tenderness that gave away how much his words meant.

"I know... I know," She gave him a small nod. Her voice breaking slightly at the way the mood around them seemed to shift at the mention of all the time that they had missed. Reaching out, her fingers brushing his arm lightly, grounding the moment in her touch. "But, her life's already been flipped upside down and you bein' here, existin', it means her life is never gonna be the same again and that's a lot for a fourteen year old to try to come to terms with." It was a lot for a thirty one year old, so she could only imagine what her baby was going through. "She just needs time." Maybe they all did in a some kind of way? Her gaze softened, thankful for the distraction as it drifting to the ground for a moment before finding his eyes again.

"Oh shit. Sorry," She apologized as the curse slipped out. "Of course you can't," She realized as she made a note of his cane, only for the realization to set in that he was still limping around here with a cane and had yet to tell her what in heaven's name happen. "Oh Devrim Selvi, you’ve gone and stepped in it now!" Vannah exclaimed as she guided him backward to the bench behind him, moving to sit in the seat beside him as she looked over at him expectantly. "What happened? You're tellin' it to me clear as day and if you try to make a run for it, I am not against takin' that cane from you," She warned, reaching across his lap to place a hand on his cane as if to show him she meant business. "I am and oh! Oh good," She gulped. Her cheeks flushed pink as he told her he'd go to Sexy Santa to watch her up there. "I look forward to it, now back to you. What happened. You spit it out and then we can go find ourselves the best damn tree this town has ever seen."

It was the little things about her he missed most. The details time stole from his memory. A cruel thief. Though there was no comparison in his mind to the real thing. The sound of her voice. A cadence that elicited a response from Devrim akin to music. "I've eaten enough of your cooking to know. It's always good." He didn't usually like when people tried to care for him, but he'd accepted every single one of Savannah's offerings of food. It was delicious, in a way he'd missed too much. He hoped to never go without it again.

At the gentle discouraging of Devrim's desire to parent Serra he sighed and tried not to frown. He understood and agreed with Savannah's perspective, but that didn't make it easy for him to accept. "I've just already missed out on so much time.." His own father had been his best friend, and he ached a kind of sad he couldn't speak at the thought of not even knowing his own child. "I won't leave. I promise." He spoke in earnest. His promise to Serra and Savannah. I planned on coming back to you, Devrim thought but did not share. It was how I lived through my accident. He wanted her to know, but then Savannah was suggesting something fun, and it didn't feel like the time.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?" It was hard for Devrim to stay sad as he watched the light dance in her eyes. More lovely than the sun's glimmer across the ocean. "I don't think I can ice skate," He lifted his cane from the ground, bringing it into view. "I'm off the crutches, but I'll be walking with this for awhile. Sorry." A soft smile was offered to counter his coming, second denial. "I tried to build a gingerbread house with my cousin, Leyla..." Devrim chuckled. "It didn't go well." His lips rolled together at the question about Sexy Santa. "I didn't plan to, but... if you're competing.." The soft smile on his face melted into a grin. "I'll be there." He'd just look away for Dilan and Leyla's turn. He could probably do without seeing anyone else besides Savannah. "I like that. Let's get a tree." Devrim offered his arm to Savannah to take, before he led them to the tree lot.

"How tall are you thinking?"

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"Devrim," She drew out his name once more. Her hand reached up to cup his face in hers as her thumb subconsciously brushed its way across his bottom lip. "What in heaven’s name happened?" She lifted her chin higher so that her blue eyes could lock onto his to convey what they both already knew- she wasn't about to drop the subject. "Dev," Her brow raised a little higher. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she had to fight back her own juvenile smile at the way he was repeating her name over and over like some broken record stuck on repeat. "I got time," She chimed in, not about to let him change the subject that easily.

"Before?" Her brows creased as his sentence trailed off. It was only after he tilted his head up to look around them that she was reminded of her own surroundings. They were standing smack dab in the middle of a crowded audience at a costume contest on Halloween. Their daughter was around here somewhere and she couldn't exactly leave the establishment without letting Serra know where she was going. But, to do that would mean she'd have to verbally acknowledge the not so little fact that she had a daughter. Their daughter. They were no longer teenagers anymore and whatever spell that seemed to take a hold of them seemed to be breaking. She squeezed her eyes shut. A pained expression pulled across her brows as he rested his forehead lightly against hers. "Yeah..." Her voice was no more than a hushed whisper as the gut wrenching heartbreak and loneliness she had felt when she had waited by the phone hoping that he'd call her back when he never did came seeping back in. She had been so young and so scared with a baby on the way and no idea how on earth she was going to do it. She had needed somebody and, as hard it as it was, she had gotten over the fact that person she needed might not have been him. Hadn't she?

"I, uh..." She took a small step back as she lifted her chin up once more. A practiced smile that nearly seemed natural pulled across her lips as she took a deep breath and ripped off the bandaid. "I just need to text my daughter and let her know where I'll be is all. I, uh, I got a daughter, by the way." And you do too. Though she found herself leaving that last part out.

Savanna's touch, a poke, delicate but powerful enough to start a fire in his chest, spread warmth across his skin. A flush that visibly formed in splashes of red along his neck and cheeks. His eyes glistened like a man enamored before she even said his name, in that voice. It made him laugh, as he recalled the few times he'd heard it before. "Can't say I've been better in a long, long time.." Heart on his sleeve, stupid grin on his face. In hindsight, he'd admit to a lowering of his inhibitions. Both by her proximity and his prescriptions, though he considered the former a more effective form of pain management.

"Savannah." He liked it. The sound of her name. "Savannah." As sweet as birds, choralling, early in the day. It was a moment in time, for Devrim, experienced beyond circumstance. He forgot himself and his surroundings. Unbothered by the large crowd around them. Paying mind only to the tender and fleeting ways she touched him, until her abrupt recoil. A hum vibrated within his throat, as he collected his thoughts. His mind a mess of confusion he couldn't make right. "It's all a long story." He offered quietly. "A good weird.." Reassurance given with a slow nod. For the first time since fumbling through the crowd to catch her, Devrim assessed their surroundings. A crowd was the last place for a conversation like the one he imagined they were about to have. "We should get out of here before.."

Eyes on an exit in the nearby Starlight bar, his attention was brought back to Savannah by a breathy Dev. An utterance of his name that made him feel weak in the knees. A feeling that had nothing to do with his need for crutches, he was sure, as his gaze caught in the glimmering hue of her sapphire stare. "Yeah?" An echo of himself, Devrim followed with another, "yeah" and the return of his stupid, grin. He could've kissed her. He wanted to. Yet he withheld to appreciate the palpable electricity in the almost. "It's really good to see you, too, Canım (darling)."

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"Well shoot," Her voice lilting like the breeze that teased the golden strands he couldn’t seem to stop watching. "Don’t you go thankin’ me just yet. Those cookies ain’t earned their praise ‘til you’ve tasted 'em," She pointed out. Her eyes caught the light as her lips curved up into a sweet smile. It was only in regard to his question that she found herself hesitating. Her hands fidgeting with the sleeve of her coat now that she no longer had the box to hold onto. "Dev, you didn't need to get me nuttin' and, as for Serra, a gift couldn't hurt, but," She paused, chewing on her bottom lip the way she always did when she was mulling over how to say something right. "You might wanna go easy on the whole parentin' thing just yet. Which isn't to say you need my blessin' or somethin' to try with her. You don't. She's more than capable of makin' her mind up all on her own, trust me on that, but," Her voice softened as she told him gently. "It's gonna take time." He hadn't been in their life for fourteen years and, even if it had been due to some twisted turn of fate, that time was gone now. Serra might be biologically his, but in her mind, she had a different dad and, their daughter, the spitefire that she was, had never exactly been in the market for a new one. If anything, she seemed closer to Tyler these days than even Savannah.

"But if you’re wantin' advice…" She let out a little laugh, soft but tinged with something heavier given how she was fairly certain she was floundering at being a parent herself these days. "I reckon all I can tell you is to be there for her as a person first and not a parent. Just keep showin’ up, and don’t quit, no matter what and she'll come around. She just needs to know you ain't leaving..." Her and Serra both, even if she had a feeling that ship might have sailed for her over fourteen years ago.

"You wanna do somethin' fun?" Sav lifted her head up to meet his gaze once more. A familiar flicker of light danced across her own bright blue eyes as she changed the subject to something hopefully a little lighter. Pivoting on her heels, she began to walk backward through the Holiday Market as she listed some different suggestions out to him. "We could go ice skatin'? Or I heard there was a Gingerbread contest goin' down? Or I mean I signed up to compete in that whole Sexy Santa thang - are you plannin' on goin' to that? Or I know! Vanessa will likely hate it, but what about gettin' a tree or somethin'? Could be nice and, if you help me bring it in, you might be able to see her?"

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Distracted by tendrils, golden in hue, as they were swept behind Savannah's ear, Devrim didn't hear what she said next until his brain processed it a few moments later. Why wouldn't he want to speak to her again? He had to ask himself to be sure. It hadn't occurred to him until that moment that he had any reason to be upset with Savannah, but once he began to think about it he realized he did. A few reasons. Some more easily forgiven than others. He wouldn't act as though he was, entirely, innocent in the whole affair. Though, he wasn't the one who kept their child from knowing their other parent. His lips twitched, down, at the turn in his thoughts. A frown that morphed back into a smile at the mention of cookies. Homemade cookies, no less. Baked goods had been her bait the first time around. A constant delivery of pie's to his parent's front porch for nearly a week before Devrim's dad told him to ask Savannah out. He'd been entirely oblivious to her advances and hadn't learned much in the way of cues between then and now.

The box and its pristine red bow remained intact despite how much Devrim wanted to eat a cookie or two, or twelve. The cane he walked with made it impossible to eat and walk at the same time, but it beat the crutches he'd been on in the months prior. "Thanks Vannah. I have something for you and Serra, too. If she'll accept it." He paused, not wanting his gift to their daughter to come off as a bribe. "If you think that's a good idea?" Devrim didn't know. He was new to the whole parenting thing. "Might need some pointers on the parenting front..."

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Oh lord have mercy, She gulped. Her bright blue eyes widened as she stood there, starstruck. Her cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink as she fluttered her lashes up at him like a damn fool and maybe she was. The last time she had seen him, he been a nineteen year old boy. Still just as handsome, but more unruly. His hair used to be swept messily back into place as if he had rolled out of bed before starting his day. His clothes thrown together just as haphazardly. He used to carry an air about him as if he was completely oblivious to his own show stopping good looks. But, the person standing before her now wasn't a boy, but a man and one whose compliment had managed to take her breath away. "O-only," She tried to carry on, despite how seemingly flustered she was now. "'Cause it was comin' from you," She reached out to give his chest a rough poke like she used to, only to find herself staring directly at a bare chest and one that was precariously popped up on a set of crutches at that.

“Devrim,” She clicked her tongue against her teeth. Her tone lightly scolding as she took the time to scan him up and down as if to access his wellbeing, among other things… “You’re on crutches for God’s sake, and last I checked, that wasn’t part of Indiana Jones’s whole shtick. So, what gives? Did ya take a tumble down the stairs that I should know ‘bout or what?" She pleaded with him. The worry further creasing across her gaze as her fingers brushed across his cheek. A sigh of relief escaping herself as she made a note that the bruises were at least made with makeup and not real. "Good weird, I hope?" She asked, dropping her hand from his cheek. Her fingers had unconsciously started to trace their way along the collar of his shirt, but she quickly stopped herself. She stood there awkwardly for a split second with one hand stretched out hovering just about his left peck before she recoiled her hand away so fast. ""Do I know what?" She cleared her throat to ask, not knowing where to stand or even look given that they were still lingering in the middle of the fairly crowded audience for the costume contest. If she took a step back, she'd stumble into a pair of Ghostfaces and if she look forward she would be once again confronted by his bare chest and that deep gaze of his that seemed to sear right through her.

"Huh?" She cleared her throat once more only to give him a small nod. "Yeah, sure. I can eat," The words came tumbling out before she could stop herself. Though, when his words fully registered so did the pit that was beginning to form within her chest. We have a lot to talk about. It was the understatement of the century and she wasn't sure she was in the right headspace to open pandora's box right about now. "Yeah, we do, but Dev?" She let out a shaky breath. Her piercing blue eyes locked back on his own as she promised him, "It's really good to see you." It was a sentiment he had previously shared, though she wasn't all too sure either of them might feel that way for long.

It was blinding. Her smile. Brighter than sun itself. More magical than the town they stood in was her laugh, a chorale of ethereal sounds. Suddenly, time moved in reserve and the man was nineteen again, standing in a beachside town, somewhere in North Carolina, staring at the first girl he'd ever loved. "One that worked, I hope." He really hoped, extra hard, as he watched Savannah spin. "Still the prettiest girl at the party." Entranced by their encounter he forgot himself. It wasn't like Devrim to flirt, especially with a stranger. Which she was to him, as he was to her, after their brief knowing then years apart. Yet, she felt like coming home. A kind of comfortable he couldn't explain, except for in the way he leaned into her touch.

"I'm great?" For a brief moment he lived outside the horrors of his home, reminiscing about good memories in an old truck, as Savannah fretted over him. "I'm glad to see you. It is.." His head shook as he fumbled for words through his haze of infatuation. "..it's weird to see you here? Of all places.." He mused aloud with a dark laugh. "Do you.. know?" Devrim hesitated to say anything that might be difficult to hear if Savannah didn't know what Lunar Cove was.

Unable to look away, Devrim silently appreciated every similarity and every difference in Savannah's face. Still as lovely as the first day he'd seen her. A treasure discovered miles from the coast. He'd nearly crashed his boat into the rock on which she sunbathed at the sight of her in a sundress. Devrim struggled, even now, to keep his head on straight. Her very presence enchanted him, but the sight of Savannah's ringless wedding finger reminded him why it was important he didn't get too caught up in the moment. "We have a lot to talk about." An understatement Devrim didn't know the depths of yet. "Can I take you to dinner?"

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"Hm?" She tilted her head back to face him. Her blonde curls cascaded down her shoulder as she slowly pivoted her boots around to face him. The heels of her shoes crunched against the snow as she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and looked up at him with a shy smile. "Y’sure ‘bout that?" She asked. Her voice was soft and laced with warmth despite her eyes betraying the hesitancy she carried. "I wouldn' blame ya if ya never wanted to speak to me again after… well, everythin’," She admitted. Her own daughter barely said more than two words to her these days, so why would he? She had uprooted Serra's life and dragged her up the coast to a strange town under the pretense of learning more about what her mother was only to bamboozle her with her biological father. No wonder they couldn't get through one meal without a side eye being thrown her way and, as for Devrim, their last conversation had ended in tears and all too many revelations. They hadn't spoken much about anything beside Serra these past few weeks, let alone the elephant in the room being the not-so-little fact that she could sprout a tail, so she could only guess what the hell was going on behind those dark eyes of his.

Her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve as she snuck a glance Devrim's way - a nervous habit she hadn’t yet shaken. There was a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze, like she wasn’t sure if this fragile peace between them could hold, but she wanted to try. "But Merry Christmas all the same," She cleared her throat as she held out the dainty box that had been tied close with a nearly perfect big red bow. "I might’ve gone and baked some cookies. Mama always did say it’s best not to show up anywhere empty-handed."

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Devrim felt like he was in one of those hallmark movies, walking through Lunar Cove during winter festivities with Savannah. His ex-girlfriend and the mother of his child. The latter news to him as of late October. A reality he was still settling into with each passing day. Serra's refusal to meet was disappointing to say the least, but he'd told Savannah that Serra deserved to make the choice for herself. He was only sorry that Serra was now mad at Savannah.

"Thanks for coming." Devrim didn't count the day a total loss after Serra turned down his offer to meet, because Savannah still agreed to see him. They were far from where they once were, but closer than they'd ever been since. Devrim was too overwhelmed to acknowledge any hope for a future but aware their fates were intertwined whether they ever would be again or not. He wouldn't give up on knowing Serra, which he knew meant he had to get to a better place with Savannah. Their last outing ended in tears, and he wasn't sure this one would be any different. "I'm glad to see you."

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Savannah's cheeks couldn't help, but flush a rosy shade of pink as the blonde made her way down off of the stage. The gentle ripples of mirth escaped her parted lips as she found herself acting more modest than usual with a town's worth of strangers eyes on her and all. She had entered herself into the Costume Contest in hopes of meeting more people and of setting a good example for her daughter who had been complaining about not knowing anyone despite them being there for a less a week.

Serra and her had been butting heads a bit more recently, not that she could really blame her. Sav had packed up their lives and moved them up the coast to a seaside town no one had ever heard of. Serra now had to start all over in a new town with new friends. And the not-so-little fact that she might not be able to leave without forgetting that the world was filled with the kind of magic that existed in fairytales wasn't exactly help. Sav was pretty much as close to public enemy number one as one could get. Though, then again, wasn't most parents when it came to their teenagers?

Not wanting to dwell, Savannah reached out and nabbed a drink from one the trays passing through the crowd. She had just brought the rim of the glass to her lips when a low voice reached her ears. The pick-up line about Kansas and tornadoes only made her smile given that she was dressed from head to toe as Dorothy Gale. Her laugh seemed practically golden. The musical notes softening the air around her as she found herself asking, ""What kinda line is that?" Only as she began to twirl around, did she find herself stumbling a few feet over. The shock of seeing his familiar face sent her knees buckling and her parted lips falling even more open than they had been before.

"Dev?" She blinked over at him, standing there like some deer caught in some headlights as a million emotions washed over at her at once. "You're here? How in heavens name are you here?" She asked as she sat the glass she had yet to touch back down. Shock flashed across her piercing blue eyes. Her plump rosy lips pressing together if only to avoid her jaw hitting the floor. Then warmth began to break across her face. Memories they shared flooding through her mind. The heat of his fingers tracing lightly across her skin as they laid together, limbs intertwined in the back of her truck. The feeling of butterflies practically bursting out of her chest when he used to drag out the syllables of her name. The rare tenderness that would creep into his gaze that he’d try to burry down. But, as the nostalgic bliss subsided, reality set in. It had been years. They were no more than strangers to one another, besides the not-so-known fact that they shared a kid. She had spent months curled up in a ball crying alone in her bedroom when he hadn't called her back. And now? She knew better than to put herself through that again. Didn't she?

Her blue eyes fell down the length of him. Catching a quick glance the crutches he was propped up on, her hand almost instinctively reached out to cup his face. "You hurt?" She bite down on her bottom lip as her thumb grazed across his cheek.

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Fresh out of the hospital, hobbling around on a pair of crutches, Halloween festivities were almost the last thing Devrim wanted to do. However, he preferred feigning interest in the looming holiday than spending another night in the hospital or being holed up in his house while a revolving door of people tried to care for him. Stubbornly holding out that he was fine, yet unheard in his protests. Coddled, he griped, as if he was a child when, Devrim insisted, he was a grown man.

Yet, a flicker of golden hair had his heart racing like he was a teenager again.

Savannah.

Perhaps he had died in that tank. Crawled his way out of hell and stumbled through heaven's gate. An angel captured in his gaze. As beautiful and magnetic as he'd found her on that very first day. One some fourteen years ago when he'd nearly crashed his boat into the rock on which she sunbathed. Fortune favored him that day, and all summer long as the first taste of magic he'd ever known found him beguiling.

The same winds of fate that had pulled the sails of his boat towards her that summer sent him stumbling through the crowd, on a chase. He bumped into strangers without apology, moving as fast as he could, half ready to chuck his crutches and crawl when he finally caught her. More than a decade had passed. A lifetime by the looks of the photos he'd seen of her and her family online. Ten million times he'd thought about what he'd say if he ever saw her again. Yet, he stood before her without a thought in his head. Only adoration in his wild eyes. A glimmer that slowly faded as he realized where this chance meeting occurred.

"We're not in Kanas anymore." Did she know what this place was? Devrim wondered to himself. For all he knew of her, Savannah was human like him. "A tornado drop you off?"

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To say the night had blinked by in one anxiety inducing whirlwind would have been an understatement. Leyla had been nervous even before they had arrived at the party. Dilan had put so much time into planning it in the hopes of it being perfect given how Bri hadn't exactly gotten the party Dilan had promised to throw for her over the past two years. But, after what had gone down at White Elephant, Leyla had a feeling that the night was going to be a long one. A fact that was quickly confirmed when she found herself scooting next to her friend in a confessional as she tried to no avail to coax Bri out. By the time she found Ken before Midnight, she had already downed her fair share of shots to both quell her nerves and try to keep the 'party spirit' going with her family.

And yet, a breathless smile found its way to her lips as she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes. Her arms laced around Ken's neck as the crowd around them began to chat. Ten. Nine. Eight. "Hi," She whispered softly out. Her smile growing even more iridescent as she let out a sigh of relief to have found herself back in his arms. "I'm sorry I took so long. Bri's just been having a really hard night and Dilan's, well," She trailed off as she glanced over her shoulder in an attempt to look for her sister, before she gave Ken another small shrug. "I missed you and I love you and-" Before the countdown could reach one, she leaned in. Her lips brushed against his as she pulled him in, drawing out each second of their kiss. "Happy New Year." It was minutes after midnight when she finally pulled back, lowering herself onto the heels as she leaned against him for support. And the only reason she had even bothered to pull back was because Devrim was drunkingly chatting out Ken's name over by the bar which had become fairly hard to ignore. "What do you say you handle whatever that is while I go grab my coat and then we get the hell out of here?" She asked as she peered up at him from where her head was resting lazily against his chest. A giggle escaped her lips and her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink as she actually swore before she pressed another kiss against his cheek and she dipped off into the crowd.

Only plan 'get the hell out of here' was easier said then done, because when she found her way back over to Ken, coat in hand, she discovered that he had agreed to drive Devrim home. So, when Devrim handed her another shot, she downed it back, followed by another. A smile finding its way to her lips all the same as she skipped ahead so that she could loop her arms around her fiancé's waist. This might not have been how she expected them to start their anniversary, but the day was barely beginning, everyone seemed happy and Ken had made it very clear that he did not like it when she pulled out all the stops anyhow. She was fairly certain, given how tense and uncomfortable he got last time she had tried to celebrate him, that he'd prefer to treat this day as any other. And while drunken Devrim was hardly any other day and she still had a meaningful gift for him at home, so she hardly thought anything of giving Dev a ride until Ken threatened to rip Devrim's hands off, insulted Savannah's car and the final clue that he was pissed off being how he seemed to be in a mood with her too.

"I-" Her eyes widened as he corrected her Japanese. Her smile falling as her big brown eyes searched his as if to ask if she had done something to make him mad. But, before she knew it, she was being lifted up into the passenger seat. The car door shutting before her as he made his way to the other side. Her own arms moved to wrap their way around herself as she scooted away from where he was bound to sit, pressing her legs up against the inner side of the door. She hadn't seen him that upset with her since... since his birthday maybe? When she had tried to surprise him before? Her arms wrapped tighter around herself as she sunk farther into her seat. Why had she tried to speak Japanese? Her eyes fixated out the window as she tried to will her tears back. This wasn't anything to cry over. It was alcohol making her more worked up than normal. She knew that logically and, yet, glancing back over her shoulder to where Dev was helping Sav with a bright smile etched across his face and a look of endearment plastered across his eyes, she found herself feeling even more dejected.

Leyla didn't bring herself to say another word until Devrim practically climbed his way up until the the truck's console. The corner of her lips itched up ever so slightly despite her now watery gaze as Dev held out an imaginary microphone her way. "Is- is the prerogative to have a little fun?" Her voice was faint and airy, stuttering over the lyrics, as she attempted to pipe up just the tiniest bit. Only to wind up hiccuping instead.

Savannah stumbled a little as she leaned against the gleaming side of her brand-new truck. The truck, fresh off the lot, still smelled like new leather, and the paint shone so bright it could’ve lit up the parking lot by itself. But, this stranger felt entitled to not only insult it, but threaten to break Dev's hand? Who the hell was this guy anyhow? Tossing her honey-blonde hair over her shoulder, Sav squinted at Ken through the haze of too many tequila shots, before she moved to step in between Devrim and him.

"Oh honey," She let out a slurred, but pointed laugh. "I’d be real careful throwin’ words like ‘piece of shit’ around when you’re standin’ there lookin’ like a bad mood wearin’ a button-up. This truck ain't some rusted-up farm relic. She’s brand-spankin’-new," She said, her words slow and sugary sweet as she slapped the side of the car with a bit too much force, nearly losing her balance, but recovering with an exaggerated flourish. "Ain't even had her first scratch yet—well, ‘less you count the ones you’re makin’ on my nerves and, if you didn't wanna give us a ride so badly, you didn't fuckin' have to. 'cuse my language,” She rolled her eyes over as she yanked the side door open, only to stumble back a few feet once more. But, before she could get into the truck, Devrim went and opened his big fat mouth. The one typically barely spoke. "Oh Christ," She cursed under her breath, grabbing Dev by the collar of his shirt and give him a weak shove up into the passenger seat as she attempted to follow. "You, get in. And you-" She motioned back toward Ken with a huff before she shut the passenger door behind her. "You're sendin' your girl into a tizzy."

"Don't you go lookin' at me like that," She warned, though a smile managed to sneak upon her face all the same as she shook her head back and forth at the way Devrim seemed to break into laughter. Only a moment later, he didn't seem to be looking at her at all. "Oh no you don't," She leaned forward, catching his cheek in her hand as his eyes fell shut and his body began to sway awfully close to the window.

""I really don't think he's jokin'," She started to say as she guided Devrim's chin back toward her. "Hey, look at me, okay?" She pleaded, the concern filled her own hazy blue eyes, only for her head to snap to the side as she saw her phone now dangling out the window. "Whoa, I don't know what barn either of you were raised in, but, you listen here, City Boys- you break it, you buy it!" She warned, attempting to reach over the middle console to grab her phone out of the driver's hand only to be yanked back into her seat by the seat belt she hadn't remembered putting on. "For cryin' in a bucket," She cursed out as she tried, after a few attempts, to yank off her seat belt. "Who designed these things- Houdini?" She grunted out as she finally undid the lock. But, by the time she could get her seatbelt undone, Devrim had moved up to the middle console and was singing Shania at the top of his lungs.

"No shit," A laugh bubbled out her lips as she moved to help straight Devrim upright once more. "Hold still," She warned, not giving him any time to react as she cut him off with a kiss, using it as a momentary distraction as she, somehow, was able to finagle his own seatbelt around him and lock him back into place. "Ha! Now," She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tops of Ken and Leyla's seat. "What's the deal with you cuties anyhow? I mean ya love each other, don't ya? So, why the both of you look like you just pissed in her cheerios? And, I'm sorry, but this car has a sun roof?" She tilted her head up, gawking at the truck's now non-existent ceiling. "Are ya'll just rollin' in money 'cause the best thing about bein' a woman Is the prerogative to have a little fun and oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy," The siren slumped back against the back seat as she begin to sing along to the radio. The light flurry of snow coming in through the roof distracted her mid thought, all too blissfully out of it to think what a siren song might do when it comes to someone driving a car.

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Hate was not strong enough of a word to describe this so called party. Ken, rightfully, found the thing totally abhorrent and entirely disrespectful to both the dead and the living. He was only going because Leyla and seeing her step out wearing black, caused thoughts shift away from disgust at the event to something far better as his bottom lip caught between teeth while he took her all in, whispering how good she looked and how he couldn't wait for the thing to end was the only bright spot of the night before it went downhill.

Watching Leyla put all her attention in trying to make Bri feel better or helping out Dilan with this party had been expected, he didn't complain. Not much anyway, asides a few grumbles here and there but that should have been expected too. Expression locked to a deep vexation especially after he was made to go up and speak, and his so called eulogy consisted of a fact; She's hiding not actually dead. Relegating himself to a corner with a drink was for everyone's benefit. Did it truly matter for everyone to say something? Weren't empty words and forced speeches worse than not saying anything? Especially for something like this? He would never be able to fathom why Bri, or anyone, really want such a thing.

Mood had been a downward trajectory and it did not improve in the slightest as the night went on. It wasn't an expectation nor did he care about luck, just a fanciful wish to want to have a better time than last year, where he spent it in worry and in search of her. This year, despite it being an entirely different circumstance and he had eyes on her, a drunken peck on the lips before Leyla scurried off was not something he had in mind either. Ken stayed outside long after the fireworks had stopped, didn't follow the crowds as they scattered back inside, he wasn't sure if Leyla forgot or is she knew and didn't focus much on it, either way Ken spent the start of their anniversary alone.

To be pulled out of his thoughts by a text from Devrim had not been on the cards either but this night was full of wild turns and disappointments, so, this, might as well fucking happen. He didn't acknowledge the message, just showed up to where a very drunk Devrim and Leyla were. Save the hardened scowl, his temper only flared at the nonsense on display, but it took a turn for the threatening when Devrim poked him, "Touch me again and I'll rip your hand off. Not joking." As he ran off after the blonde, Ken huffed an exhale and placed an arm around Leyla in support as they walked towards the truck, and truly had to hold back a shudder upon seeing it. "Christ, who the fuck thought this piece of shit was a good idea. This," he pointed, aiming the comment at Savannah, "Is what you should actually be sorry about."

Ken should have, at least in theory, found it cute or at least along that line when Leyla spoke, but with mood far too into the negatives a sense of discomfort prickled at his skin, a feeling he had not felt in her company for the longest time, and settled as something he wasn't entirely fond off at what she said. "It's neither," he told her as he helped her into the passenger seat, "And no. That's not correct. Unless you meant to say where below." Feeling exhaustion seep in already, Ken simply sighed and started up the car as soon as he slipped into the drivers seat, but the ruckus caused reached a level he truly could not entertain any longer. Reaching over he grabbed the phone off them and held it out the open window, "One more sound and I will throw this out without remorse, understood?" Thought escalated to potentially running it over as well if they didn't listen. "Don't fucking push your luck and think I'll be accommodating, I'm doing you a favour when I really do not have to. Now, where am I dropping you both off?"