DRABBLE SET TWO: Turkey/Hungary

nineteentwenty and Belligerence.

Set in two different periods, from adolescence to the complications of modern day relations. Featuring Hijab and pregnancy.

AN/ These are in varying stages of being completed. Namely the first one, as it is the start of something new altogether. Don't those make the perfect drabbles?

-and thank you for the grammar corrections, I hope I found the right corrections. o_o

nineteentwenty - Turkey/Hungary

"Sadiq, ghazi." The voice rang out clear, the slight lilt of the accent vaguely reminiscent of the 'new world'. The heavier tilt to it, however was Hungarian. The woman in front of him eyes were glowing, glittering hard under the starlight, as the woman came into view of the open door. She was still beautiful, of course. She'd always be beautiful to him, even when she was angry, form stout and concentrated in front of him, as if she was making herself physically into what mentally she hoped she could be, steadfast and unmoving.

He took another slow long inhale of the smoke, keen on the ways her eyes watched. Ignore the green, the thread of poison- his eyes narrowed, focus on the hazel ring that surrounded the iris. The bite of ice in his chest slowly dissipated into the drugged smoke, and he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke curl around his face and into his eyes, burning his vision until his vision faded into peaceful grey.

The tremor of tension through her body as the clear eyes narrowed, fighting to find his through the smoke, as she finally realized the situation.

She couldn't have truly believed he wouldn't find out.

The smoke blanked the pull of his emotions, until his head emptied of thought and feeling. They had had their history, before that man had come into the scene. The pain stung in his chest, through the dull bliss of the haka smoke, again, uncontrolled, which was not fair. She was meant to love him. He had been kind to her and her people, hadn't he? They had kept their religions. There was just the matter of the price.

Dark eyes, a hint of green barely visible from beneath a clay shroud watched her every movement, taking such detail in as the sway of a single hair across her face as she turned to pace, and her feet tapped lightly against the marble floors, as it twirled in a mad dance with the wind, aiming towards her eyes. His breath was bated, waiting, even, uncaring of her mad dance as she moved closer, until she brushed the strand away and he took his cue. Standing abruptly, interested in the way she froze as she noticed the movement, body turning half towards her, he waited until she met his eyes.

"You're pregnant."

Her skin was flushed, the green viridian flashing again as if emerald coils burned beneath the surface, and her hands flew to her stomach instinctively even as she forced herself to meet his eyes, masking her fear.

"It's not what you think."

"Is it my fault you slept with that failure? HA, I don't think so. "

She reached forward in an abrupt movement, and Sadiq was startled into stumbling back a step, the black blinking rapidly before he reached up, grabbing her winging palm inches before it reached his cheek. Her palm was wet, sweating lightly, and she wobbled slightly as he watched, clearly exhausted by this point. Her hand settled against her stomach, heaving beneath the thin cloth of the western dress. His tightening grip slackened, releasing her hand, and he took another step back, his lips twisting back to release another explosion of smoke as he replaced the thin tube, allowing him to hide as the bright robe curled around him once more, thankfully hiding her from view.

"But he's yours."

belligerence - Turkey, Hungary

"Magyar... Hord észt." The foreign words were shaped unusually by his lips, the deep growl that had been building in his throat crackling against his teeth as deep chestnut focused hard on her, hard edges glinting in a shard of the reflected light off of the porcelain mask containing half his face. Beneath him was the slight, fragile, yet so belligerent figure of the girl, as she stood calmly in front of him, despite the fact she dared to wear her bare face, violating his teachings, dared show her nakedness outside of his presence, even after she after she had been educated. A fine tremble ran through him, settling to curl in his hands. He had treated her with respect for her former position, but maybe he had been to soft. He took a breath just then, closing his eyes to dampen the glowing coals of emotion coiling in his stomach; this woman did not know her limits.

There was a flicker of light, and he opened his eyes to focus on her as with a small twist of her head, she caught his eye with a dazzle of her foreign colour, and he watched as with a small 'pift', she spat on the floor.

His eyes flashed red hot behind his lids again as the hot flash of anger lashed out of the pooling heat in his stomach, holy fire scoured him again, and he almost struck the girl, hand raising in a flash of dazzling colour as the sleeve of his robe caught the setting sun that flared through the surrounding windows.

His hand wavered mid-air, his gaze trembling slightly with the shakes of his body in his effort to restrain the longing action, to just strike the charge, beat her to her necessary submission, her discipline. Eying her, his resolve almost broke; it'd be so easy... but for the fact that she was- not his.

His hand lowered, and with another breath, he straightened, restraining his anger back up. As... she was not his to break. He would have to deal with her, for now.

"Nem."

Too feminine for the Janissaries of the Kapıkulu, yet too masculine to be placed with the hasekis. A eunuchs, or something in between, he had first thought. Looking at her now with her gleam of pride in her negligence, his lip curled with his hand as he closed tight fingers into a fist, and that would have been easier. But bok no, with her first blood, she was clearly just a woman. Just a disobedient woman.

Hand dropping, letting the cool, well-made cloth of the brightly coloured hijab slip to the floor, he turned towards the sun, watching his desert as the anger simmered to a low murmur in his ears, his vision and mind clearing again. There was a flicker of movement at the edge of his vision, but Sadiq focused his eyes on else more important things, such as the flashes of green and purple which would be the fragrant garden outside, the lavender at his temple, the rising buds of the lily-white tulips. The white tips poked out amongst the green spread, and they would bloom soon. He exhaled. But not soon enough.

"Lesz hord észt , lány." He turned from the window, eyes hard as they focused back on the spot where the girl had been standing - to find it empty. The time for games was over. Annoyance biting at his composure once more like a mosquito from the East, he waved his hand to his servants as his eyes scanned the room, until they caught sight of her by the far wall, hovering behind a gleaming statue, and with a flick of his wrist his property moved towards her. Smoothly transitioning through languages, he was pleased to be forming words of his own again as he summoned her to him with a 'Buradu', hand settling to grip her struggling arm firmly as his outstretched arm received the hijab once more.

No matter just whose she was, with him, she would follow his rules.

translations-

hungarian

'magyar' - hungarian, but most likely used incorrectly in this time period. :'D
'hord észt' - wear it.
'nem' - no
'lesz hord észt , lány' - you will wear it, girl

turkish

'Janissaries of the Kapıkulu'- (forced) slave division of the Ottoman Army that helped them take Europe, Christian sons taken from captured families, converted to Islam and enlisted.
'bok' - shiet
hasekis - 'favorites' of the Sultans harem.
'burada' - here.