#sumeyye.

[kaycebishop]

where. near the gambling who. @sumeyyezorlu​

“So... you think they have ways of detecting any cheating?” There was the easy question as his gaze landed upon where all the gambling had been set up to take place. Kayce himself had no real way of cheating, other than maybe slipping a card or two up his sleeve, but wasn’t one benefit of being a vampire the fact that they could hypnotize someone? Wouldn’t that benefit them if Sümeyye could hypnotize the dealers? Though, it wasn’t as if he needed the money, but perhaps he needed the thrill of committing such an act.

[seraphiimx]

where. somewhere trapped together who. @sumeyyezorlu

Oh, this was fun. Death had seemingly taken a backseat during this war of wars, and who was Ángel to allow this to go to waste. Blood slipped from the corners of his mouth, stained the collar of his shirt. He had never prided himself on being a messy eater, even in the sanctity of his own office at the club. Well, aside from the moments of Dorian's death. Which perhaps made this precise moment a bit more fitting, with the approach of the very one that had found him before. When bodies had littered the floor of his club, closed for renovations. "Oh, hello love. Come to join in on the fun?"

[trippxblais]

where. fate's who. @sumeyyezorlu

The smells were in the air, all around him infiltrating his senses until his mouth practically filled with the want to bite down, to devour until there was nothing left. He had been instructed to play nice, to gain an understanding of perhaps what they would be ultimately dealing with, and to know what was right on the doorsteps of the city. A war was shifting ever closer, a looming presence that seemed to only have half of the city on pins and needles. Which meant that Tripp could be poised and ready, to take down anyone that let their nerves get the best of them. It was where his thoughts were, even as he sat within the otherwise posh looking bar despite the aggression that built within his chest. It had been the rumor of witches that had drawn him to the establishment, that had him sat upon a seat practically bristling with the want to tear into something. It was precisely where his mind was, until something else caught his attention. While he was certain her looks would have drawn any eye, it was the smell that lingered on her that had his shifted towards her, "You reek of blood."

[heldisrps]

SÜMEYYE AYDOĞAN └ Duy Beni (1)

[aideshou]

Sumeyye + Seray = Serenity

⭐️🌙💛

[iconsturkish]

[sabinabrutus]

who: @sumeyyezorlu where: the art gallery

She had died in the arms of her angel because of his destructive nature and she remembered the last bloody cough before her lungs seized and collapsed -- she does not remember what comes after. The Inferno had kept its heat on her back still, the flames still licked her heels and so she painted -- she painted vague ideas of what came after. Horror, mud and drowning bodies were reflected back on the landscape and she couldn't forgot how the others died, her memory projection power wouldn't let her. Another artist shared the exhibition space and as she approached, glass of red wine in each hand -- she spoke and offered something that went deeper than surface level. "Want a drink?" She wanted to feel out of her own body.

[mneverland]

Sümeyye Aydoğan

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[marcellabelanades]

Person: @sumeyyezorlu Location: Forest "How do you do it?" Everything would be all fine and dandy if she had magic right now, this was a major drawback of her decision. When the sky had turned the color of blood and what were definitely mushroom spores came sprouting around, she'd taken to just hanging around the bases of trees and trying to navigate all the decay when she'd run into the woman from the bar that night. The beautiful vampire, the one she thought had it all together. "The magic, the smell it's all...." She gestures vaguely and feels out of breath despite no longer needing to breathe.

[acolyterose]

@sumeyyezorlu location: Hakanalia notes: bitch u look good

"Mrs Steal Your Man." Atlas praised as he catcalled the vampire, she looked good, but then again the necromera couldn't remember a time when she looked anything back. He greeted her the same way they always did, shallow kisses on either cheek before he offered the vampire a drink. In a glass, obviously. "How has it been..." He didn't want to think about how long it had been, the world had ended since they'd last hung out. "anyways. Please tell me everything I've missed."

[kaycebishop]

where. the last bean who. @sumeyyezorlu​

As of late, there had been a little less late night rendezvous with whoever in the back of some club, and a little more early morning wake ups to tend to the garage he’d otherwise been neglecting. He had given his employee a few more extra days off, and had been handling the shop seemingly on his own during that time. Which found him often in dire need of caffeine if he was going to sit through another argument of how he didn’t know what he was doing and the sound was obviously coming from somewhere completely different than what he had told the customer. The ‘gone to lunch’ sign had been put up on his shop door, and Kayce had slinked off to the nearby coffee shop for that much needed caffeine. To say he had been expecting to see a familiar face would be an understatement, especially when it was hers, “Can’t say I ever expected to see you again.”

[seraphiimx]

where. the embussy who. @sumeyyezorlu​

The days had begun to bleed together, and Ángel unable to even differentiate one from the other. What should have been days of loss, of grief and grieving, were replaced with days of blood and nights of getting himself lost in whichever way that a vampire of his age could. It mattered little to him if he left a trail of bodies from Just A Bite to his own front door, maybe a fight was precisely what he needed, what he wanted. The club had been otherwise closed down, while he turned it into his own sort of funhouse, with thralls draped over tables and chairs, blood soaked across the expanse of rather expensive flooring. “If you’re here to tell me how sorry you are, save it and find someone else to pity,” he snapped, knowing precisely who had walked through his doors without even bothering her with a glance. 

[domxbirchall]

@sumeyyezorlu

They'd died. Well, Dom had died. He was sure of it. The memories, though? They faded, over time. For now, though, he was actually grateful to have slowly forgotten what he'd done or said to Sumeyye. His sire was with him, now, as they stood awkwardly in line. Dominic was horrible at this; horrible at the way he had been so intent on ghosting her, or whatever that had been. Now, though, he stood with her, asking her to meet – and yet he had nothing smart to say. "So...you bummed your ex is now like king of the vampires?"

[heldisrps]

SÜMEYYE AYDOĞAN └ Duy Beni (1)

[adriannicodemus]

a starter for @sumeyyezorlu, location: whats up mtv welcome to my crib

Sumeyye's been here before, several times, since Adrian and Jamie established it as their own place. She's Jamie's closest friend and though it's still a little off-putting for Adrian to know any Mars vampire outside of his church enclosure, it's also more alarming to note that it was Adrian who asked her by this time around. He's hardly hip or cool, the Cardinal is literally the opposite of anyone's envisioning of a vampire and even as Sumeyye walks into the apartment and makes herself known, he's struggling on how to present himself. "You actually came," Adrian blinks in surprise, even though he's... with Jamie, he hadn't imagined Sumeyye to ever go anywhere based on his invitation.

[iconsturkish]