Olives and Yellow Roses Chpt. 1 Turkiye/Mama Greece
Me being bored is never a good thing, haha! More writtings- this time for Turkiye. Canada got his love damn it.
It's Turkiye/Mama Greece because I fucking love them together.
He'd loved her.
He'd loved everything about her from the moment they'd crossed paths as children. She always sat on the edge of the water that ran between them staring at him as he stood on the other side, his head tilted in curiosity, his mask skewed and filthy from a day of play. He would stare back with dark, brown, questioning eyes waiting for her to say something. Most often she never did and they left their respective water sides in silence when it was time to turn in.
Once, he'd found himself at the edge of the water as usual, waiting for her to arrive on the other side.. Eventually she did, not waving, or nodding, or much of anything to acknowledge his presence. He watched her sit down on the rocky shore, watched the way the olive branch in her hair tickled the wind, watched her eyes reflecting the pool at her feet. They watched one another, wishing they could tell what the other was thinking until the sun kissed the hills at their backs and the two of them returned home in silence.
-
Once, he sat on the shore in the rain, just to see if she would show up. He hated the rain, hated the smell, feel, and the sound of it all crashing around him. Tiny droplets falling to their demise against his skin and the rocks. His eyes were narrowed in annoyance at the weather, staring down at the ripples in the basin before him until he'd seen a dark shadow. He looked up into the green eyes he'd stared at everyday, pinched at the sides as she smiled, finding them all the more beautiful amongst the gray of the world that morning.
-
Once, she spoke.
"What is it you think of?"
Her voice had been like honey. He remembered wishing he could taste her words from his side of the water. He couldn't, even though he'd started breathing through his mouth just to try. He didn't think about much really. He thought about the bugs that sometimes crawled over his sandals, or the weather. He thought about what he had to do at home, or her. Mostly her.
"Whaddya mean?" he replied, playing the dumb card when his mind wouldn't supply him with anything he felt was decent enough of an answer..
"I mean, when you come here...what are you thinking, stupid."
"I ain't stupid."
"You speak like it."
"What do you think about?"
"Lots of things. The weather. If you're real. What if you're the only real thing here and everything else I've known isn't."
"Depends on what you consider real."
"What is real?"
"... you're weird."
-
Once, she'd asked his name. He refused to tell her unless she got him an olive branch like the one in her hair. She just laughed and took the stick from behind her ear, grimacing as it got tangled in her hair. He'd said forget it, he didn't want that one. He wanted his own. She slid it back into it's spot, rolling her eyes, before asking one of those questions that could only be answered by another.
-
"Here." She'd called across the rippling blue at her feet, waving the olive branch high above the chocolate curls piled at the top of her head in a loose bun.
"Well, send it over, stupid," he'd called back, watching as she puffed her cheeks out in annoyance before dropping the branch into the water.
They watched in silence as the leaves seemed to carry the branch along the current, pressing up against the shore a few feet from him. He'd walked over to it, picking it up between his pointer finger and thumb, sniffing at the moist leaves. He wondered if that was what she smelt like.
"What is it?"
"You should know, you have one."
"No idiot, I meant your name! What is it?"
"What's yours?"
"... I gave you the branch. You tell me first."
"All that means is I have an olive branch and you still don't know my name."
There was silence as the two stared each other down, him with a lazy smirk and her with red cheeks and a scowl.
"Alcina."
"Sadiq is my name."
-
Once, they'd walked into the water on a dare. Sadiq had his cotton pants rolled up around the middle of his thighs, stepping awkwardly around rocks and trying not to get wet. Alcina just strode right through in her white wrap, seemingly unaware of the way it clung to her thighs, and wrapped around her calves in the best way. They were adolescents now, both as bull headed as the other, and equal in strength and mind. He'd nearly fallen over, still not used to the limbs that were suddenly too long and the feet that were three sizes too big, elicitng a laugh from the girl a few feet away from him. Sadiq growled, his fist full of his kaftan as they came to meet in the middle.
"I'm surprised Sadiq."
"Shouldn't be."
They stood that way, the girl with her gown slicked against her tanned legs, almost see through and promising the moon and the stars beneath it. Her faced relaxed into an easy smile, her hands on her hips.The boy with his clothes bunched about his waist like they'd melt if they'd graced the surface of the water, and a scowl as deep as the water he stood in until he spoke.
"What are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Something about you isn't like people back home." He'd said it as if the small amount of distance he'd traveled was closer to miles than feet. Maybe it was.
"... You're different too," she'd said, easily slipping another foot closer, the water now at just beneath her hips.
Sadiq felt as if her eyes were burning trails into his skin and it sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed hard, taking another step as well, stopping when his knees bumped her unceremoniously.
"Am I?"
"You're bigger than a person."
"... what are you talking about? I'm the same size as everyone else."
"No, you're much bigger," she corrected, green capturing brown like a lighting bug in a terra cotta jug.
"So weird," Sadiq grumbled, as her hand pressed against his chest, her fingertips against the rapid thud in his ribs.
It felt like electric jumped right though his leg as her thigh grazed his, leaving a wet oval on his once dry pants. The hand on his chest had been moist from where her finger tips glided across the water, like those bugs in his pond at home. She was slow and he was bumbling in his own skin, the two of them leaning forward until their lips brushed, but neither moved, their eyes wide and unfocused on the pair staring back. One of his hands had dropped the handfull of cotton, his robe slipping beneath the water, as the hand slid up the outside of her thigh. It rested on her hip as they stood there in silence, like opposite sides on a magnet. The smell of olives and yellow roses heavy in the air.
Her eyes fluttered shut, but she stayed still as she spoke.
"φίλα με," ghosting across his lips in soft, quick, syllables he'd never heard her speak in before. The hand slipping around the back of his neck was enough to give him an idea. Sadiq obliged, ducking his head the distance to make up for their height difference in order for their lips to touch. He felt his chest freeze up, and his hands go rigid as they stood that way. She was stiff too, he could feel it through her hip. Neither moved their lips, but stood pressed together.
"Alcina," he breathed against her lips, "I've never kissed someone before."
"Me neither" She answered quietly, "It feels right."
"How do you know what right is?"
"Shut up, Sadiq."
As she said his name against his lips, he felt ice slip down his shoulder, the brush and hum of her voice more than the shakes in his stomach could handle. The hum in his body going still as he leaned into her again, this time sliding his lips against hers. Alcina had made a noise at the back of her throat that echoed through his body like a yell through an empty water pot as his tongue parted her lips and tasted honey. They parted again, breath coming in heavy puffs, their bodied flush with heat.
"What did you eat?"
"I missed breakfast today... but I had coffee."
"I like it.. You should bring me some."
He laughed, trying to gather what was left dry on his robe up into the hand not busy rubbing circles along the curve of her hip.
"I'll think about it." Which always meant yes, but humor me would you?
"Thank you."
-
Once, he sat at the side of the water with two cups of coffee in a cotton shirt the color of her eyes (because he didn't want to get his robe wet again) and waited until the sun went down for her. She hadn't come, but he left her coffee. Just in case.
It's Turkiye/Mama Greece because I fucking love them together.
He'd loved her.
He'd loved everything about her from the moment they'd crossed paths as children. She always sat on the edge of the water that ran between them staring at him as he stood on the other side, his head tilted in curiosity, his mask skewed and filthy from a day of play. He would stare back with dark, brown, questioning eyes waiting for her to say something. Most often she never did and they left their respective water sides in silence when it was time to turn in.
Once, he'd found himself at the edge of the water as usual, waiting for her to arrive on the other side.. Eventually she did, not waving, or nodding, or much of anything to acknowledge his presence. He watched her sit down on the rocky shore, watched the way the olive branch in her hair tickled the wind, watched her eyes reflecting the pool at her feet. They watched one another, wishing they could tell what the other was thinking until the sun kissed the hills at their backs and the two of them returned home in silence.
-
Once, he sat on the shore in the rain, just to see if she would show up. He hated the rain, hated the smell, feel, and the sound of it all crashing around him. Tiny droplets falling to their demise against his skin and the rocks. His eyes were narrowed in annoyance at the weather, staring down at the ripples in the basin before him until he'd seen a dark shadow. He looked up into the green eyes he'd stared at everyday, pinched at the sides as she smiled, finding them all the more beautiful amongst the gray of the world that morning.
-
Once, she spoke.
"What is it you think of?"
Her voice had been like honey. He remembered wishing he could taste her words from his side of the water. He couldn't, even though he'd started breathing through his mouth just to try. He didn't think about much really. He thought about the bugs that sometimes crawled over his sandals, or the weather. He thought about what he had to do at home, or her. Mostly her.
"Whaddya mean?" he replied, playing the dumb card when his mind wouldn't supply him with anything he felt was decent enough of an answer..
"I mean, when you come here...what are you thinking, stupid."
"I ain't stupid."
"You speak like it."
"What do you think about?"
"Lots of things. The weather. If you're real. What if you're the only real thing here and everything else I've known isn't."
"Depends on what you consider real."
"What is real?"
"... you're weird."
-
Once, she'd asked his name. He refused to tell her unless she got him an olive branch like the one in her hair. She just laughed and took the stick from behind her ear, grimacing as it got tangled in her hair. He'd said forget it, he didn't want that one. He wanted his own. She slid it back into it's spot, rolling her eyes, before asking one of those questions that could only be answered by another.
-
"Here." She'd called across the rippling blue at her feet, waving the olive branch high above the chocolate curls piled at the top of her head in a loose bun.
"Well, send it over, stupid," he'd called back, watching as she puffed her cheeks out in annoyance before dropping the branch into the water.
They watched in silence as the leaves seemed to carry the branch along the current, pressing up against the shore a few feet from him. He'd walked over to it, picking it up between his pointer finger and thumb, sniffing at the moist leaves. He wondered if that was what she smelt like.
"What is it?"
"You should know, you have one."
"No idiot, I meant your name! What is it?"
"What's yours?"
"... I gave you the branch. You tell me first."
"All that means is I have an olive branch and you still don't know my name."
There was silence as the two stared each other down, him with a lazy smirk and her with red cheeks and a scowl.
"Alcina."
"Sadiq is my name."
-
Once, they'd walked into the water on a dare. Sadiq had his cotton pants rolled up around the middle of his thighs, stepping awkwardly around rocks and trying not to get wet. Alcina just strode right through in her white wrap, seemingly unaware of the way it clung to her thighs, and wrapped around her calves in the best way. They were adolescents now, both as bull headed as the other, and equal in strength and mind. He'd nearly fallen over, still not used to the limbs that were suddenly too long and the feet that were three sizes too big, elicitng a laugh from the girl a few feet away from him. Sadiq growled, his fist full of his kaftan as they came to meet in the middle.
"I'm surprised Sadiq."
"Shouldn't be."
They stood that way, the girl with her gown slicked against her tanned legs, almost see through and promising the moon and the stars beneath it. Her faced relaxed into an easy smile, her hands on her hips.The boy with his clothes bunched about his waist like they'd melt if they'd graced the surface of the water, and a scowl as deep as the water he stood in until he spoke.
"What are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Something about you isn't like people back home." He'd said it as if the small amount of distance he'd traveled was closer to miles than feet. Maybe it was.
"... You're different too," she'd said, easily slipping another foot closer, the water now at just beneath her hips.
Sadiq felt as if her eyes were burning trails into his skin and it sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed hard, taking another step as well, stopping when his knees bumped her unceremoniously.
"Am I?"
"You're bigger than a person."
"... what are you talking about? I'm the same size as everyone else."
"No, you're much bigger," she corrected, green capturing brown like a lighting bug in a terra cotta jug.
"So weird," Sadiq grumbled, as her hand pressed against his chest, her fingertips against the rapid thud in his ribs.
It felt like electric jumped right though his leg as her thigh grazed his, leaving a wet oval on his once dry pants. The hand on his chest had been moist from where her finger tips glided across the water, like those bugs in his pond at home. She was slow and he was bumbling in his own skin, the two of them leaning forward until their lips brushed, but neither moved, their eyes wide and unfocused on the pair staring back. One of his hands had dropped the handfull of cotton, his robe slipping beneath the water, as the hand slid up the outside of her thigh. It rested on her hip as they stood there in silence, like opposite sides on a magnet. The smell of olives and yellow roses heavy in the air.
Her eyes fluttered shut, but she stayed still as she spoke.
"φίλα με," ghosting across his lips in soft, quick, syllables he'd never heard her speak in before. The hand slipping around the back of his neck was enough to give him an idea. Sadiq obliged, ducking his head the distance to make up for their height difference in order for their lips to touch. He felt his chest freeze up, and his hands go rigid as they stood that way. She was stiff too, he could feel it through her hip. Neither moved their lips, but stood pressed together.
"Alcina," he breathed against her lips, "I've never kissed someone before."
"Me neither" She answered quietly, "It feels right."
"How do you know what right is?"
"Shut up, Sadiq."
As she said his name against his lips, he felt ice slip down his shoulder, the brush and hum of her voice more than the shakes in his stomach could handle. The hum in his body going still as he leaned into her again, this time sliding his lips against hers. Alcina had made a noise at the back of her throat that echoed through his body like a yell through an empty water pot as his tongue parted her lips and tasted honey. They parted again, breath coming in heavy puffs, their bodied flush with heat.
"What did you eat?"
"I missed breakfast today... but I had coffee."
"I like it.. You should bring me some."
He laughed, trying to gather what was left dry on his robe up into the hand not busy rubbing circles along the curve of her hip.
"I'll think about it." Which always meant yes, but humor me would you?
"Thank you."
-
Once, he sat at the side of the water with two cups of coffee in a cotton shirt the color of her eyes (because he didn't want to get his robe wet again) and waited until the sun went down for her. She hadn't come, but he left her coffee. Just in case.