#with ayaz ates

[ceceliaahathaway]

@ayaz--ates​ ​ Event: Mistletoe 2022 | Canon (you heard that right, ladies and gents). Dated: 11th of December, 2022 Location: Harrods, London. 

If there was one thing that Cece loved just as much as her own blood (a short list, mind you), it was Harrods at Christmas time. ‘cause as much as her daughters love to tease her about it, the blonde was actually proud to call herself, ‘a basic Christmas loving bitch’ though, she did disagree with them on that last part. That word was left for Russian women who continued to betray their own kind. BUT, now was not the time for any of that. now was the time for Christmas candles, holly and tasteful (yes, none of those obviously made out of plastic ones) garlands. Where to even begin? 

She walked inside. The sweet aromas of plum, black currents and other festive fruits filled the air. She made a note to visit Harrods candle section on her way out. She had plans to be here for awhile and although she really wanted to stock up in the house fragrance department she also didn’t want to spend her entire morning carting around boxes of heavy candles either. Forgoing the tantalising section for now, Cece headed upstairs where the women’s fashion department dominated. Ah.. home sweet home. 

Her hand trailed across various outfits as she weaved her way through the mannequins. Was she after anything in particular? Not really. But, she did have three daughters she needed to buy various gifts for and even though they all agreed this year they’d make donations to their favorite charities for one another instead, the mother still felt the temptation to treat them for all their kindness and hard work throughout the year. 

After finally settling on three nice jackets.. the kind that would definitely have her girls noticed by anyone subscribed to good taste magazine, the blonde made her way up to the counter to wait her turn in line. She didn’t mind waiting. It was the Christmas season after all and she knew it was to be expected. But, after checking her watch for what... the sixth time?!? For fuck sake. Cece had decided, that whoever was currently serving at the counter needed to call for backup  or realise that she wasn’t getting paid to flirt with the customers... pronto. “Uh, excuse me.. excuse me.. do you mind ringing these up for me quickly. I've got other things I need to get done today. Plus, I’m sure you this man wouldn’t mind taking your number, so you can continue this chat after your shift is over.” Of course that’s when she made the grave mistake of turning and making eye contact with the object of store clerk’s desires.. you have to be shitting me.  

“You!” It was all she could say. Her thoughts too occupied right now to form any other words. God, she needed to seek out time today to go to confession. ‘Cause whatever she’d done. Whatever sin she’d committed was serious enough for her to attract the attention of an actual living demon. “Are you following me?” It seemed reasonable enough. London was a big city after all and she hadn’t taken him as the kind of guy to shop at Harrods. 

[ceceliaahathaway]

His words appeared genuine, contrasting sharply with his relentless stream of insults. In that moment of silence, she pondered the emotions beneath his outburst—was it anger, hurt, or something else entirely? She couldn't deny the impact she had made on him; it seemed she had left quite a mark.

Had she been too careless with his feelings though?

Cece couldn't deny that she hadn't given much thought to him or his emotions. In her mind, she assumed he wouldn't care if she didn't reach out, but now faced with the raw display of his distress, she realised she had been mistaken. She wasn't a heartless person, and it pained her (a little) to see him upset.

"Sorry, I..." She hesitated, opting not to burden him with her own troubles. If he remained unaware, he was in a far better place than she was, and she refused to drag him down simply because her own life was in turmoil. Even if he had once been the one responsible for the turmoil her beloved cashmere jacket had experienced underneath his chair leg. "... I ... was mistaken..."

With hopefully some remains of grace, Cece excused herself from the tense situation, a subtle air of dignity surrounding her departure. As she walked away, her mind churned with the question: If not him, then who and why? She held hope that her next meeting with Leroy would provide the answers she was seeking.

"I'm sorry...what? What in the world would make you think I'm blackmailing you?"

The woman's ego truly knew no bounds. Ayaz wondered whether she'd spent this conversation imagining an alternate reality in which he'd spent her absence pining and miserable, wondering why she'd never called. The reality, of course, being he'd found someone so superior in quite literally every metric that aside from an initial bout of disappointment, he'd hardly thought of her at all.

"Look, Ms. Hathaway, it's become very apparent you're ruled by an overinflated sense of self-worth, but I can absolutely assure you, I don't care that much."

[amescastaignede]

Amélie📱Ayaz

Amélie: Are you avaliable for a chat? Amélie: I've got some things I want to ask you.

[jordana-velasquez]

text | @ayaz--ates @franciscovidal

Jordana: I just saw the news. Jordana: Let me know if I need to go check on anyone.

[keremdogulu]

FOR: @ayaz--ates WHERE: Italian Food Festival. Ext. Camden Canal.

Avoiding Nevra had been one thing, but dodging Ayaz proved far more challenging. London may've been small, but on days like this, it felt even smaller. Three times he'd spotted him, each time turning on his heel and stalking off in the opposite direction. This time, however, there was no escape. The crowd parted, leaving them staring directly at each other. The unusually beautiful weather in London had been a blessing, but seeing Ayaz's face was like bringing the rain.

Work was work, but Berat...he couldn't keep thinking about it for fear of what he might do once he hit a certain point, falling over the threshold he currently held onto. Kerem huffed a silent sigh, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he finally bit the bullet and closed the distance.

"Ayaz."

[amaroadriana]

Text | Ayaz & Adri

Adriana: I didn't want to go look for you, so I'm going to disturb you like this. Adriana: As you're going with the youngest Rutherford, you should know that she's pregnant. Adriana: Engaged and pregnant with a man she met barely six months ago. Adriana: Old man, too. Adriana: She texted the whole fam, even dad, in one gc to inform us about the egagement. Adriana: And I just caught her puking her guts out and she fessed up she is preggo. Adriana: She said only Connie and her grandpa politician knows, which i think thats lies. Adriana: Anyway, I've cut things off with her just now because I've had enough. Adriana: All her life all she did was complain how excluded she was, and yet all she's ever done - was use her socialite status and complain - doing /nothing/ for our family. Adriana: I'm absolutely done so I thought you should know. Adriana: love u x

[ayda--demir]

Who: @ayaz--ates​ When: June 1, 2023 Where: Westbourne Green

It was a sunny afternoon and she had found refuge outside of her borough, tucked away in a small park in Westminster. A desire for a different scenery to finish up what was required for the funeral this coming weekend. There were a few minor details that needed some working out. 

A hand came up to tuck hair behind her ear, the other using the tip of the pen to guide her reading over the paperwork. Everything seemed in place, but something felt off and she didn’t know what it was. Her eyes closed, trying to play how the day would go in her head, that way she could try to picture what was missing, drawing a blank.

“Allah,” her body jumps slightly in spot, chocolate hues widening at the body on the other side of the picnic table she was sat at. “Ayaz.” The last time she had seen him was the after party, and her last attempt to talk to him through text that went horribly.  

[leylayilmazx]

Text || Ayaz

[12 missed calls] Leyla: What are the TWI saying? What do they mean?

[franciscovidal]

Text || Ayaz & Henry

Vidal: Can we have a gathering and try and do some kind of process of elimination? Vidal: Because this very much feels like participating in your own murder. Vidal: x

[msmelissalin]

texting - ayaz.

Melissa: I need you to teach me about self-defence. Melissa: When are you free?

[lararutherford]

@ayaz--ates [text]

Lara: Don't do anything stupid. Lara: Definitely don't put yourself in harm's way for anybody who doesn't deserve it. Lara: I'll demote you to whatever position fields complaints from the Turks. And make you wear Gucci.

[henrygarcia]

@ayaz--ates

"It's probably cold by now, but I didn't know what you could eat here so." Henry slid a box of takeout he had gotten before they made their way to Guildford.

"Just wanted to thank you again for getting Lara to Diana's the other day," he said in earnest. Though Henry had been honestly frustrated his own attempts to contact his girlfriend went unanswered yet she reached out to Ayaz so easily, he knew that the man was one of the few people Lara trusted, trusted her life with. Henry could find some comfort that he could rely upon Ayaz to look out for her. That he could rely upon Ayaz because there were few of them who understood that responsibility.

"My troubles should not have been your troubles. I know you got a lot on your plate recently." Henry had heard about what happened in Haringey, what Ayaz had discovered. Keeping on top of things had made Ayaz busy and more recluse. "If you need anything, know I owe you one."

[emine--yalaz]

Where: Camden Street

Who: @ayaz--ates

Emine was chatting with a couple of the French soldiers when she caught sight of a certain person. "Excuse me," she ditches them, coming up to the man's side.

"Fancy seeing you here." She smiles sweetly up at him knowing that she was semi-safe in public.

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @ayaz--ates WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre - Pre-auction.

"Ayaz," Amélie said, catching sight of him from her peripheral as nerves erupted in her stomach when she realized she'd stopped her conversation in the middle. She'd wanted out for some time. She didn't like...this. Socialising. Pretending to want to talk when a book called her name. Still, offering a small apologetic smile, she dipped the first chance she got.

"You come expecting to spend thousands, or were you dragged along for work?" She whispered as if they were conspirators.

[jordana-velasquez]

text | @ayaz--ates

Jordana: Dinner tomorrow.

[keremdogulu]

Kerem 📱Ayaz

Kerem: Are you available to talk in person anytime soon about some things in Haringey? Kerem: lmk.