Comments | sanctuary_rpg: (open) reunion.

istiklalmarsi in sanctuary_rpg

(open) reunion.

Dec 17, 2009 18:59

Who: Northern Cyprus (istiklalmarsi) and Turkey (strongrelation) ETA: Suddenly... EGYPT! (misriyun)
What: Cyprus discovers that oh look, Turkey's here. ... WAIT, TURKEY'S HERE!
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening, December 17th.

( cyprus was so much surprised that for the moment he quite forgot how to speak good turkish. )

northern cyprus/trnc, turkey, egypt

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misriyun December 22 2009, 15:27:53 UTC

The past month had been a blur. Like sands, reality and living, breathing world had shifted before his amber sight and nothing fabricated into memory. Pain and confusion, perhaps, but often Egypt felt like the world was getting slower like his steps. The days he would remember where the days he was dragged into the sterile room and forced down, the shock like a white, searing pain that ran through his body like small knives pricking at his nerves. He was certain the world was different now because of this, and memories were rare. Documents upon documents of Arabic script scattered his desk as he attempted to write down and record everything before he forgot about it in the passing hours of the day, locked and concealed within his residence. Egypt had been around for so long and seen so much, it would be a shame to forget, now of all times, what he had experienced ( ... )

istiklalmarsi December 22 2009, 15:54:55 UTC

Northern Cyprus stared at the ceiling for quite some time, curling and uncurling his fingers as if he thought he could grab it and pull it closer. But naturally, with each tightened fist, the only thing he could grab was air, and as his arms started to lose circulation, the little island frowned and lowered his hands. It wasn't fair, he thought with a sigh and a frustrated pout. Why was everything so high above him ( ... )

misriyun December 22 2009, 16:24:01 UTC

He was a child nation, a small figure and one he had not seen often, but, there was something there in those eyes peeking out behind the pale sleeves of cloth that covered his face. The face of the other was familiar in ways that reminded him of home and words of the past, titles and vague remembrance of better times. He straightened his posture a little more when the child neared him, watching him carefully in his steps and the way he moved from the couch across the room. His amber eyes kept upon the other, shadowed slightly by the fabric that rest upon his head. Pausing, Egypt took in a breath and then released it quietly, keeping his hands in his lap and allowing his often void expression to soften slightly.

The child knew his name and therefore, he must have heard of the child from the lips of a nation close to him. Pausing, he contemplated the other and his dress and then regarded the other completely, parting his lips and speaking quietly in a hushed tone he was associated with asides his silence.

“Ibn Turkya?”

istiklalmarsi December 22 2009, 16:40:27 UTC

Northern Cyprus tilted his head to the side, obviously not understanding the two words that had come out of Egypt's mouth. What an ibn was, he didn't know, but Turkya sounded much like Turkiye, which he wholly approved of. Without even knowing what he was agreeing to, the Cypriot smiled and nodded his head. Whatever it was, he was just proud to be associated with Turkey at all; and if Egypt kept that up, the boy's head was likely to get so swelled that even his fez would no longer fit.

Without asking for an invitation, Northern Cyprus climbed into Egypt's chair, trying to squish himself in what little space there was between the other nation and the chair's arm. When that didn't work, he made up his mind that it was okay to sit on Egypt, because Egypt was somebody Turkey liked, and that meant he could trust him. It didn't strike him as odd that Egypt didn't say very much. Maybe Turkey just didn't like loud people ( ... )

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