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[thekaftancompany1]

[magnificentlyreused]

This brown and blue striped kaftan was first worn by as Hürrem Sultan in the sixteenth episode of the first season of Magnificent Century. It was worn again by Gülşah Hatun in the third episode of the third season. The kaftan is used again on an unnamed harem member in the thirtieth and Emine Hatun in the fourtieth episode of the same season. The kaftan was seen again on Şehzade Mehmed's wet nurse in the thirty-first episode of the fourth season.

The kaftan was slightly altered by moving the buttons to the right to create a new asymmetrical closure before it was worn again by Topal Pasha's mistress in the second episode of the second season of Magnificent Century: Kösem.

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[shaunamilfman]

I’m so lucky that the yjs funkos come out in january because it’s my bday month 🤭 it’s around $80(?) for all of them (minus ben sorry…) so there goes all my bday money 😭

i was hoping they’d fix lottie’s white skin but i don’t think they are :/ UGH they did her so dirty

i hope they make adult yjs funko pops soon!!! can u imagine a little adult lottie in her kaftan or misty in her nurse outfit 😞

-🧸

got my dad to pre-order them for me for Christmas lmao. yeah they did lottie fucking dirty bro honestly that's some shit. i want the adult yjs too but I'm so glad they did '96 first so I can get sophie nélisse's shauna, and Jackie Taylor lmao.

[pawanmalhotra]

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[cvrueoftheearth]

I can suspend my disbelief about medicine and surgery in the 23rd century. What do I know about the huge advances in medicine that could take place in the next two centuries?

The 23rd century equivalent of scrubs are mini skirts and bath robes. Sure. No one needs to glove up or cover their hair? Fine.

Everyone is invited! Including the emergency contact wearing a transparent magenta kaftan with feather trim. No problem here!

But this. THIS.

THIS!

Is that... sparkle? Are those bandages.... sparkling???

THOSE ARE SPARKLY BANDAGES! Those are sparkly bandages and I just won't have it.

Sparkly! Bandages! Over a deep knife wound that has been sewn up and (hopefully!) cleaned by a gloveless McCoy.

Imagine —

McCoy, wiping his hands off with medical grade velvet, looks at the different bandages prepared by Nurse Chapel: "Hmm, gauze, satin, sequins... No! None of this will work! Nurse Chapel, where's the sparkly bandages?? I need something more absorbant than sequins for God's sake!"

[endlessly-cursed]

Happy FWFF!

How about some headcanons for Simon and Nilüfer, please?

Simon felt at first intimidated by her: she was powerful and far above his station, and everyone knew she'd marry within the empire

However, he did start warming up to her when she always came to the Hospital Wing during Flying Class, curing his ailings and talking to him. That's when he first saw her smile, laugh, joke... He found her wit and sense of humour charming. He saw that despite being an influential sultana, she was still a human being

But he was awestruck when the Yule ball was nearing and she showed everyone the Ottoman way of dancing. Her poise, grace, elegance and beauty when dancing drew him to her

They had a small date, and that's where he tried her Turkish sweets, which she baked herself. He always looked forward their picnics

They danced at the ball and that's where she kissed his cheek

Nilüfer was aware of Simon's presence, but when she first did notice him was when they were partenered up by the rather meddlesome Professor Falcon in COMC, where they both tried to figure out how to take care of a feisty bowtruckle.

Nile loves playing with Simon's hair

During a visit to Constantinople, Nilüfer commissioned a kaftan (traditional Ottoman menswear) with Simon's exact size and his favourite colour with a turban that combined and taught him some Ottoman so he'd gain the favour of the Sultan, her uncle.

Their pets get along very well and Ayse, one of Nilüfer's three cats, always curls up on Simon's lap and purrs.

Nile always kisses his bruises before bandaging it

It was Simon's haemophilia which awakened Nile's interest in nursing and after selling their house in 1922, with the encouragement of her husband and eldest sons, enrolled in med school and was an impeccable student. Her now broad knowledge helped her treat her husband's wounds better

When Simon cannot sleep or needs comfort, Nilüfer reads him poems in Arabic of Süleyman the Magnificent to his wife Hürrem and even the ones she composes herself. Hearing her voice in that language soothes him somehow

The reason Nile went back to Constantinople after drifting away was because she had been engaged to the Grand Vizier's eldest son who turned out to have syphilis. The sultan then decided to let her have happiness and payed for her ship back to England to him with her dowry paid and all if he wanted to marry her. They married a year later

Nile is an excellent embroiderer and has knitten blankets for Simon's dog and small sheets for winter

[awesomerextyphoon]

Charred Briar Roses - 3

Curse’s Broken, Now What?

Summary: The title speaks for itself. 

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 4,136

Warnings: Implied Smut and Some Violence

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated. Also, the princesses would be a US size 14/15. I totally forgot to mention that earlier. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

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Instead of spending 600 years in total darkness, you communicated with your sisters in a pretty well constructed dream version of the palace. You thought of new inventions and fighting moves, reconciled with Ghada about your fight the day of the curse, and kept analyzing what happened in the north west tower.

If felt like you were in the dream world for about a month.

You were talking with your sisters about trivial childhood memories when all of you felt arms around your bodies. Your surroundings started to fade and so did your sisters.

You felt chapped yet soft lips kiss your neck and lips. It was surprisingly nice, like a dream.

You opened your eyes and realized three things: Someone was actually kissing you, you weren’t in the tower, and the person kissing you wasn’t the prince that your mother had all but assured you but an admittedly hot (albeit ruggedly, your core notes) orc-human hybrid.

You and your sisters screamed.

You immediately try to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. That scared you because both you and your sisters could bench about five tons thanks to Doireann, the war fairy who blessed and trained you in combat since the age of three.

You punched him with a right jab once he broke for air. Couldn’t even get him off the bed.

He chuckled and rubbed his strong jaw and said what seemed to be a compliment in Orcish as you nursed your knuckles.

“I said that you’re quite feisty for a human princess.” He repeated in Common Tongue.

You saw that your sisters had similar reactions to their kissers. Fumnanya even threw a shoe at the one that would be later called Sam. The others got a laugh out of it.

After everyone settled down, we shared our names while you were trying not jump Bucky, the warrior who kissed you.

“So, I was wondering, do you know what year it is?” Fumnanya inquired in a mousy tone that she uses with strangers.

Steve was it, yeah Steve rubbed the back of his head, “How to put this. You’ve been asleep for 600 years. Just about everyone thinks you’re a myth. Hell, we wouldn’t have believed it if we weren’t right in front of you.”

He then provided updates on what happed after your birthdays, but you were only half listening. Your dumb fight with Ghada and your damn curiosity cost you and your sisters your friends, family, and life.

You wanted to cry, but Ghada motioned you to join her and Fumnanya in a huddle. You spoke in Nephrashim as to not alert the warriors.

The three of you knew that Sophronius was up to no good and it was odd that he was still alive since the average lifespan was 300 years due to the Nephrashim Crystal.

“We need to convince them to take us outside of the city since I’m guessing the spell Etna put on us to keep Y/N from skipping class is still in place.”

You rolled your eyes at Ghada snide comment.

“We take what need in whatever storage device Y/N has in her ‘secret workshop’!” Fumnanya chimed in.

“Hey-“

“We all knew where it is, sis. You’re not fooling anyone.” Ghada deadpanned while you huffed in frustration.

With that, the three of you rejoined the group and offered to show them around after you changed your clothes.

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The warrior trio was waiting outside the room for 20 minutes when you and sisters finally emerged from behind the doors. The three of you wore much more comfortable clothing than the extravagant kaftans you wore in your sleep. The clothes also showcased more of your curves and sleek muscles they noted.

“What would you like to do first?” You asked. No sooner had you finished the question that the warrior trio’s stomachs growled like a lion’s roar.

Ghada giggled and together, you led the trio to the main banquet hall.

You and your sisters had a hunch that the food from your 18th birthday celebration was still good. Your hunch was right.

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The hall was filled with food for 900 people. The tables were packed with: huge slabs of Gararagator Steak, roast beef and pork, fried chicken, smoked turkey, grilled and baked fish in sweet brown sauces, curries, pastas, thick stews, enticing side dishes, rich pastries/desserts, and caskets of mead and wine.

The warriors were drooling at the sight and aromas of the feast. So, when Ghada casually said to dig in, they devoured ALL of the food in record time.

You and your sisters managed to get some of the food before it was gone. None of you would admit it, but the three of you were turned on by the ferocity at which they ate and drank.

Once they finished the food and drink, the warrior trio leaned back in their chairs and sighed while they rubbed and patted their bellies followed by a couple of loud, brassy burps and belches.

Fumnanya asked them some trivial questions about life since the curse was activated which they answered in kind, but they got tense when she asked about their mothers.

Ghada, ever the politician, quickly changed the subject by asking if they would like a bath and one of the guest rooms to sleep in for the night.

Bucky was about to respond when you suddenly challenged him to a duel.

A couple of things happened: Fumnanya put her head in her hands, Ghada groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, Sam and Steve burst into laughter, and Bucky accepted with a chuckle.

You led the group to the sparring grounds on the western end of the palace grounds.

Ghada set the ground rules: each combatant may choose a weapon from the low-level, non-lethal weapons closet and the fight could last no longer than 30 minutes.

You both chose Bo Staffs and bowed to start the spar. It took a few minutes of sizing each other up before making the first move. The duel consisted a flurry of punches, kicks, precision strikes with your Bo Staffs, and near hits/misses.

It ended when Bucky spotted a weakness in your left mid-section and landed a hit right above left hip causing you to fall. He then pinned you down before you could grab your weapon with his face two inches above yours.

The two of you were so engrossed in your own little world that Steve had to clear his throat a few times to get your attention.

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Sensing the, ahem, tension in the area, Ghada suggested that you all finally head over to the baths.

Except for you and Bucky, you took him to your ‘secret workshop’. Something about the way he examined some of the weapons fascinated you and you wanted to explore that.

Bucky was quite dazzled by your variety of inventions like your solar battery, your new hover bike engine, and your 5th attempt at your waning swan (a cross between a scythe and a machine gun). He was examining a pair of your laser blasting gauntlets when you asked if he’d seen some of them before.

“Is there something you like?” you asked while he picked up an old prototype for a flash grenade.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just that I’ve never seen so many inventions in one place before. When I was an orcling, there was these traveling ‘magician’ who performed feats of wonder for the kids in the village near our settlement. In reality, he was a con artist, but we didn’t care. He would always make our lives seem a little bit brighter. One day, the three of us went behind his tent and found all these contraptions in boxes or on the ground. Tuns out, they were relics of the long gone Nephrashim people. Well, maybe not so long gone now.”

He chuckled to himself again almost bitterly. “I was always entranced by what he would show us and, when he finally fessed up to using relics instead of magic, the contraptions he would use to perform such acts. Sometimes I would wonder what it would’ve been like to live a different life; one where I could’ve been a tinkerer instead of a warrior. Don’t get me wrong, I like being one. It’s just that-”

“You wished you had more options.” You finished noticing how delicately he was holding one of your mithril tools. He held it in a deftness that most of the artisans you’ve met couldn’t match.

His confession of sorts gave you pause.

You always hated how almost everyone gave your sisters praise for their interests and demeanor while you were usually belittled when your parents and Fae tutors weren’t around. They always complained about you not being as sociable as Ghada or as ‘sweet’ (quiet, but not really) as Fumnanya. You were always seen as causing trouble, but you just saw the world differently.

Some days you actually hated being a princess and wished you had a different lot in life.

Maybe this warrior understood you.

Taking another look at him, you realize that underneath this ruggedly delicious beef cake was someone who might’ve been something else altogether. Sure, he seemed proud of his accomplishments when you both were in the dining hall, but part of you wondered what could’ve been his path if he had someone who would’ve taken the time and maybe given him an apprenticeship or something.

You bit your lower lip as you mustered up the strength to ask, “I was wondering, I think I have something I was working on before the curse was cast. Would you like to help with it? I mean, you don’t have to-”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you spent the next two hours working on a few prototypes. Bucky asked you questions about engineering and mechanics especially and you were more than happy to answer. It was nice to have someone outside your sisters, parents, and Fae tutors actually give a crap about what you liked. Neither you nor Bucky realized the distance shrinking in between the two of you until all you could think about was how inviting his lips and neck looked.

Unfortunately, your slowly intimate moment was dashed when Ghada interrupted them via communication mirror telling them to take a bath and go to bed already.

With an annoyed tsk, you took off your work apron, your goggles, and your gloves and motioned Bucky to do the same.

You led him to the baths, a wide yet indoor place with vast pools, man-made hot springs, and an indoor waterfall.

Looking at Bucky your feelings of embarrassment and shame arose once again. Did your ancestors really had to be this obnoxious in flaunting their wealth?

You offered to assist Bucky in washing his hair, but really you wanted to run your hands over his exposed skin.

With his nod of acceptance, you took him to changing rooms and you changed into a Soft Wrap Halter Bikini Top and Rene Fold Bikini Bottom in pale gold, the one that caused a prominent lord to walk into a compost cart due to how well it showcased your curves. Hopefully, it would work on Bucky.

You felt bad using your looks to get Bucky to make a move, but you were so sure that it would be a disaster if you moved first.

The slight shame you felt with your bathing suit quickly faded when you saw Bucky emerge from his changing room.

You cursed yourself because he was only in a loincloth, and DAMN he looked fine! Part of his long hair was pulled back in a high man bun, his shin was a beautiful smooth muted yellow-green with aqua undertones, he was powerfully built with massive shoulders (you thought the lightweight armor did most of the heavy lifting), chiseled pecs, abs, and thighs that you could’ve sworn the finest of Fae craftsmen had a hand in creating all wrapped in someone that actually engaged you both intellectually and emotionally.

You know your mother said that you and your sisters would most likely married princes, but you were glad that she wasn’t here to see you shamelessly lust over an orc. You still missed her, but both she and half of your tutors would have a conniption if they saw what you were doing right now.

It would seem that Bucky was sizing you up as well judging by the way his eyes were beginning to blow out with lust.

He must have pushed his naughty thoughts aside. “Are you still gonna wash my hair?” he queried with a smirk that showed off his tusks. They would’ve been intimidating, but now they look endearing and sexy.

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle and told him to wait right there while you went to the closet where the servants kept the washing items and got him silver spruce, lemongrass, rosemary, and orange scented shampoos and oils.

You returned to find Bucky trying and failing to put a towel tower that one of maids used to construct. Stifling a laugh, you took his hand and guided him to one of the hot springs.

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Bucky groaned upon sinking into the refreshing warm spring, glad to not have to was in a stream or river for a change (the tubs back home were nice, but they’re nothing compared to this). The water eased his tense muscles and joints in all the right places. Plus it didn’t hurt that the spring was deep enough for him to completely submerge himself which, at 8’ 3”, is no easy feat.

The engineering princess was getting ready to wash his hair like she offered and Bucky couldn’t wait. She had to know what she was doing to him. Lesser men would’ve jumped her on sight, but not him. His stepmother and sisters made sure of that.

She poured some of the argan and peppermint shampoos into a bowl and grabbed a towel to rest her shins.

“Lay your head on top of this bowl while I wash your head. Okay?”

Bucky did as directed and she started to work her magic on him. She started slow,  working front to back, appreciating the way she gently massaged his scalp. At times he would let out low groans of pleasure at her ministrations, craving more from her.

Once she was done with the shampoo, she carefully lifted his head, emptied and refilled the water basin, and steadily poured the warm water over his head while trying not to get water up his nose.

Bucky turned around to see her beaming at her work. He smiled coyly at her pride, “Aren’t you coming?”, while motioning his right hand in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

She shook her head while biting her lower lip, probably not wanting to hair wet or some other prissy princess thing that was engrained into her.

Bucky decided to help ‘break’ her of that mindset by quickly grabbing her arm and gently tossed her into the spring in front of him. She jumped out of the water with a gasp and playfully punched his left shoulder.

“What was that for?!”

“You were too prideful and uptight!” Bucky chortled while she looked away failing to hide her embarrassment. He stopped laughing when he saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

He then reached out and softly lifted her head with his fore and middle fingers. She looked a bit anxious when he closed the distance between them.

“May I?” he pleaded, desperate for her to say yes.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all Bucky needed to hear.

He started slow as to make up for this afternoon, but he almost lost it when she grasped his hair and licked his canines/tusks. He growled as her petite tongue entered his near monstrous mouth, her light moans and whimpers goading something that Bucky thought he would never feel: love, lust, and passion.

Ever since he and his best friends achieved their goal, Bucky felt like he was missing something. None of the women in their community really excited him or really engaged him beyond his physical needs. Sure, there were plenty orc, human, and even elf females who would warm his bed, but none of them cared to stay and listen…except for you, the woman who was now struggling to take off her bikini top after talking machines and engineering with him without getting annoyed by his antics.

You were so eager — and so was he — but he didn’t want to have sex and then have you disappear on him like the others, not when he was finally making a connection. No, he would make this last a little longer, even if this meant disappointing you.

“We should go sleep.” He mumbled as his hand halted your efforts.

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With a heavy sigh, you relented, got dressed, and waited for him to get his things. Your eyes were downcast as you escorted him to the chambers he would be sharing with his kin.

Bucky tried to give you a goodnight kiss, but you rebuffed him with a curt “good night” and returned to you and your sister’s shared room.

You were greeted to Fumnanya gushing about Sam and his interest in the library. Part of you was happy for her. Fumnanya rarely got out of her shell and getting with a guy that was even remotely interested in books as much as she was exceedingly rare.

You wanted to say that you were excited for her, you really did, but you were still a little sullen and bitter about what happed with Bucky at the baths.

“So, you and Bucky sure took your time.” Ghada remarked as you were putting on your night clothes (a short tunic and mid-calf pants).

“You’re one to talk! Sam and I caught you and Steve making out in the changing rooms at the baths!” Fumnanya snapped. Great, even Ghada was getting more in the romance department than you were.

You gave Fumnanya a grateful smile while you settled into bed hoping that tomorrow would bring better fortunes.

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You awoke with a slight start and a knock at the door. Grabbing your robe, you raced towards the door thinking it was Bucky only to find a letter floating in a glowing rosy pink sphere. As soon as you reached out to touch the sphere, it disappeared leaving the letter to slowly descend into your hands.

By this time, your sisters joined you in reading the letter. It was written by one of your favorite tutors, Aoife.

It read:

Dearest children,

If you are reading this, then this means that I am either dead or completely unable to reach you. I hope you weren’t asleep for too long, but something tells me you have. For that, I am sorry.

I wish I could be there to hug you and your matches, but I’m guessing you know of your uncle by now. He has been after you for years now. My wards were successful in keeping him at bay, but now, I’m afraid you’re on your own.

The mist surrounding the capital will fade in three days time. By then, you will need to go into hiding in order to not fall into Sophronius’ clutches.

Have faith, be brave, trust in yourselves, and be kind my dears. Also, trust in your matches, okay?

Warm Regards,

Aoife

Aoife was one of the few people who actually liked all three of you the way you were. Finding out that she could be dead was the straw that broke the camel’s back for the three of you.

When the orc hybrid trio found you, you were huddled on Ghada’s bed with the letter on the floor in front of you.

Steve gently coaxed the three of you out of your beds with the suggestion of showing them around the capital. It didn’t get you or your sisters completely happy, but it was a start.

The tour consisted of you and Ghada butting heads over where to take the guys (the theatre district is NOT better than the artisan market), Fumnanya pointing out prominent buildings and statues.

You could’ve sworn that the guys sneered at one of the monuments to one of your ancestors, but you let it slide.

But then, Bucky made an offhand comment about what was must have went into making this place and the sacrifices that was probably made.

You have thought about what must’ve went into making the capital, but never in a negative light. No one in the capital or in the surrounding cities, towns or villages were poor on dire straits. You made sure to get the truth through your little excursions out of the palace before Etna cast that infernal spell on you.

The thought was pushed aside when you and your sisters returned to your room that night. You needed to think of a plan and quickly because Aoife’s spell was going to fade in two days and Sophronius was hot on your tails.

“Perhaps the guys would let us stay with their community for a while.” Ghada put forth as you were getting ready for bed.

“That’s a possibility, but what do we have to offer? I doubt that a semi-nomadic community of mostly orcs would take on three enhanced human princesses for free” Ghada countered as she put on her nightgown.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed. “We have tons to offer! Look, Fumnanya is a great medic, you’re awesome diplomat and negotiator, and I’m good with machinery. Plus we can cook and take care of ourselves, so I doubt we would be a huge burden.”

“Also, we can give them some of the treasure that’s laying around the palace for them to use.” Fumnanya chirped.

“Exactly. We’ve got this!” You declared not realizing that the guys were having a similar conversation.

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“So, what should we do about the girls? I mean, they’re great and all, but can we bring them back with us?” Sam inquired as stripped down to his loincloth.

“I don’t see why not. They’ve actually got skills the group could use, unlike a lot of the females that first become part of our tribe.” Steve stated as he gnawed on the turkey leg from dinner.

“Maybe we could bring the tribe here! The city is completely deserted except for the girls and they certainly won’t mind us living here.” Sam offered.

“I don’t think that would be the wisest course of action. Like the girls said, the spell that keeps the mist in place will fade in two days. It won’t be long before Sophronius’ horde will crawling all over the place.” Bucky voiced thinking about last night’s interaction.

“Alright, we’ll see what the girls think tomorrow and go from there.” Steve concluded and the three went to sleep.

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Both parties began packing for their journey the next day once the guys agreed to take the three of you back with them.

You gave everyone three travel sized storage units. Ghada packed all of her notes on trade, language books, and art supplies. Fumnanya packed all of the medical supplies she could fit into her storage unit, her language, history, science, and geography books. You packed most of your tools, a couple of your inventions (including waning swan), and any materials you might need.

All three of you made sure to pack clothes, cooking supplies (especially spices since the guys were surprised at the variety), personal hygiene supplies, and some of the treasure/objects that would most likely fetch a good price without leading anyone back to them.

The time to leave came soon enough.

“You three ready?” Sam asked as you were making the final adjustments to your traveling clothes.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Fumnanya replied as she gave Sam a hug. It surprised you how quickly she warmed up to him.

“Perhaps you should give Bucky another chance.” Ghada advised.

Maybe, but not now.

You made your way to the courtyard taking in everything. The dire wolves nuzzled your cheeks as you made your way to mount them.

Steve gave both Sam and Bucky a nod and you began your journey out of the only home you three knew.

Perhaps this new chapter will be a good one.

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If you had looked up at the third tree closest to the thorn bushes, you would’ve seen a solitary raven, a raven with four red eyes. The raven was a scout for Sophronius and it was recording you.

Video of your departure was being transmitted to a crystal ball in the throne room of Sophronius’ main headquarters.

“It seems the bitch Aoife was able to keep them young after all.” Sophronius remarked, taking in the princesses’ features.

“Alert the princes. We have work to do.”

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All we can do is say goodbye

Hey you.

How have you been? I haven’t written to you for a long time. I wonder how things are with you.

Has that nagging ache in your wrist eased up?

Has your hair grown out?

Do you still smoke as much as you did?

Do you still hate the smell of fresh scotch with ice?

So much has changed.

I haven’t turned back to you in a long time and I doubted if I ever will. In our little play, the director, whoever he is, threw in a crossroad- a little conspiracy you were privy to.

I saw you walk away, steady and resolute. You didn’t turn back, I think. I was too proud to turn around, teary-eyed, anyway.

Winds blew and the month pages in my calendar flew by with it. Sand settled on that open wound, covering it up, whether I liked it or not. The occasional raw burn made its way through my veins but it had become second nature, the sand keeping the blood in.

It was time to leave. My bags were packed. A room that once wore my life and the people I love on its wall were now bare. It was as if I had never even come to stay. It was as if my life, my moments of joy and sorrow had never unfolded within the peripheries of this space.

I looked around.

I remember struggling to fit in with you in that single bed. I would always wake up with a few frozen toes and find the quilt under your belly. It wouldn’t matter because you would clumsily put your arm around me and snuggle in any way.

I remember those countless hours spent watching the most random things on Netflix. You would watch The Fresh Prince of Bel Air on loop and accuse me of not understanding black comedy. I would blissfully disagree and that banter would end in a compromise that usually swung a little in my favour. We would order pizzas and munch on them, a joint by the side to blur the world into oblivion.

Nothing mattered in this strange land as much as having you by my side did.

It wasn’t because we were in love. I don’t think we ever were. Unfortunate circumstances and some sort of comfort brought us together as friends and well-wishers after two years of knowing each other. Paths crossed awkwardly long before we decided to formalise it with a label but never one that had anything called love woven into it.

We spent a year in University together, as family, going through the ups and downs of each other’s love lives. I was afraid to give it a name or set down my peripheries. Life and love had taught me otherwise. When I said goodbye to you on that bus two summers ago, I didn’t realise that the book had closed right there. Everything after that just felt like a sad attempt to draw out a brittle plot.

I would often think of this when you slept peacefully by my side. In the process of nursing our wounds together, I stitched you into my heart as my own. I had only known us to be friends, friends who after a point felt something somewhere for each other.

Not love perhaps, but just something.

We both had struggles with our respective relationships, blocks that somehow untangled later in each other’s company, or so I thought. Maybe talking from the centre of a Gordian knot doesn’t give you the right perspective.

Near my Uni hostel, there is this road that leads to the local supermarket. On the way, by the sidewalk, there is this row of trees. They lay bare during the winter months as if almost foreshadowing our destiny. We would often walk by, sometimes lifelessly holding hands, sometimes freezing inside our sweaters. One of those trees was a creeper, struggling to find a branch strong enough to hold on to. As I stood at the end of our road, I felt a lot like that creeper. I was trying to hold onto something that had died aeons ago.

I did not know how to let go, I didn’t know how to give up. How could I?

When I saw you walk away, without as much as a twitch to turn back and set things right, our book had been clasped shut, sealed with wax. I still sat there, the fool that I was, trying to desperately open it and keep the story going. You see, I had a lot to lose here — a member of my pack, a fireplace in a cold country, my best friend.

I stood there, by my kitchen window as your silhouette made its way out of my sight. This same silhouette that I once saw against the setting Goa sun. Back then, we rode around discovering the quaint highways of Panjim with no care for the world. You promised me companionship till the end of our days. Companionship at each other’s weddings, companionship if those weddings didn’t work out.

I remember once, we were swimming in the waters of Anjuna. The world was a few feet away from us but we had those waves all to ourselves. We weren’t lovers then either, but we had an odd warmth keeping us together in those cold 7 pm November waters. We turned away from the horizon and looked at our friends and colleagues, all tiny specks on the shore now. You said to me, “If nothing works out for us, we’ll live together and open up a dog hotel. You can take care of the dogs, I’ll exercise them and handle the business.” You were lazy even here but this brought a smile to my face. I had worn an unexplained kaftan of melancholy that day as if knowing that our days in the sun were numbered. That little dream undid the garment’s string a little. The claustrophobia felt a little less lethal.

Back in the erstwhile present, lying down with your hand tightly around my waist, that claustrophobia often came back.

I had given myself a December deadline to work out what this was or just go back to our companionship. I couldn’t lose you for the rest of my life over the bitterness of a failed romantic compatibility. However, you seemed to be sure we could work things out while simultaneously telling me how you didn’t have it in you to invest in relationships and trust anymore.

It broke my heart, tore through it like mobs tear controversial pieces of art. The blood drenched what was left of the canvas but I couldn’t let it show.

You bought a vest in Goa, black with skulls that subsequently came to me. I carried it around with a lot of love, wearing it on the nights we spoke and the days I missed you. My dog oddly loved the smell of that vest, even though it was the same washing powder every other garment was washed with. An idiot I was with at the time decided to take it away from me when he knew I was treasuring you in its threads.

Suddenly, the only thing I had from you, I lost.

When we reconnected here, you gave me a jacket you loved to wear. It wasn’t warm enough when the snow came belting down on the city, but warm enough to feel you here when our going got tough. During the times I used to see you for a rare weekend, this jacket brought me closer to you. I did everything I could to make sure your scent didn’t fade. Time though showed no mercy.

A few weeks ago, I packed up your jacket with a letter. It took me close to a fortnight to muster the courage to take it to the post office. When the lady at the post office sealed the box and stamped it, it felt like a limb being taken away. A weird vacuum filled me up as I walked back home, the thought of returning and getting it back crossed my head more than once.

When we kissed on New Year’s day, it felt like maybe there was a chance. How sure your grip felt and everything you said sounded gave me hope.

I would eventually realise that I was expecting a bonfire from a candle wick. When I did, the fire went off altogether, not even a splinter remained.

Packed and ready to leave, I asked my roommate for one last minute with my room.

One last minute with what I had left of you.

I realised that I had lost everything I had that reminded me of you. I had thrown away our alcohol bottles. I had no cards, notes or gifts from you, perhaps a sign, that here was a man who wasn’t meant to fit into my puzzle piece. All that was left were these four walls.

I did not know why it was so hard to lock the room and walk away. I came back multiple times just to sit there for a few minutes and try and recreate all those moments, good and bad, we shared here.

I don’t know if this was the right or wrong thing to do. It was all I could do. Say goodbye.