Topic: A Hectic Mess, At Best

A Falconne

Date: 2010-01-10 02:24 EST
Transcript takes place the 3rd of January ]]

To say his life was hectic would be an understatement. Between the end of the fiscal year, taxes, holiday parties, and planning for the wedding, Alper was losing the battle. Because he was so busy, the seamstress had to come to his work for his fitting.

"Brother, you should stop fidgeting, you are making Asya's life miserable," Huri kids from behind his desk, feet propped up on his desk as she leaned back in his seat. "It makes you look nervous."

Alper could only smile lovingly for his sister as he fought to stand still, looking down At Asya apologetically. "I know, I know. I am....I am just so nervous. I am being wed to the most amazing woman' I can hardly believe it." Sighs softly, looking back to his sister with a frown. "Am I right to do this?"

Huri laughed incredulously at her brother. "Does it feel right?"

He paused for a long moment, as if weighing things in his mind. "Yes, absolutely," Alper admitted without any further thoughts. "I love her with every fiber of my being."

"Then it is right, Alper," his sister replies kindly, slipping out of the chair as she rises to her feet. Sauntering over to Alper, she continues, "I am sure you two, or three, I suppose, will be most happy." Huri tugs at the folds of his suit jacket, tilting her head as she examines him with a critical eye. "I think I like this white color. It is a compliment to your features." Grinning, she leans forward to kiss his cheek. "Be good, brother. I will see you tonight."

With that, Huri tossed a hand up in departure and sauntered right out of his office. Alper sighed happily, not minding that Asya just pricked him with her needle or that the office was a hectic mess and his phone was ringing off the hook?all three of them.

A Falconne

Date: 2010-01-10 03:11 EST
Transcript takes place the 09th of January at approximately 0910 hours in the morning ]]

It was the day before his wedding, and there was still work to be done. Fortunately, doing an inspection of the oil refinery was the last thing he had to do before he felt safe, and was clear, to begin his vacation with the woman of his dreams.

"I remember my wedding day, son," the elder Mr. Ergin interrupted Alper's daydreaming, draping an arm around his son's shoulders.

Shaking away the lopsided, goofy smile tainted with the thought of his beautiful bride-to-be, Alper looked over to his father with raised brows. "I should hope so, Baba," he frowned, giving his father a serious look.

"It was beautiful. Your mother" Glorious as never before." Mr. Ergin senior sighed happily, looking back to his son. "It still is one of the happiest days of my life. It was spring, if I recall correctly. We had stunning, exotic flowers all over the place; and they all paled in comparison to your mother's radiant exquisiteness."

Alper found it hard not to roll his eyes, shaking his head at his father as he checked several boxes on the computer notepad while assessing gauges as he passed them. "Uh-huh, sure Baba." He wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been.

"Alper!" his father admonished, scowling, "Pay attention."

Another upward roll of foliage orbs. "Alright, alright, I'm listening. Wedding day, happiest day, flowers not as beautiful as mom, in the spring. Check. Please continue," Alper sighed in defeat, still looking around as they walked across the metal bridge. He could multi-task, he was still alternating his gaze between the checklist and assorted things listed.

"When I was up there with her on the altar, it was like the entire room had melted away. It was only me, her and Allah. The way she locked her eyes onto mine and whispered "I do", made my heart melt. I knew, by the way she looked at me, that she truly loved me for me and wanted to do nothing but spend the rest of her days with me. I felt like I was the only one who existed in her world, and she made me feel like that with nothing more than a look. It was the single most expressive moment of my life, and"Alper"Alper?" Baba huffed in frustration, fighting for his son's attention again.

"Ack, yes, yes, I'm listening," Alper groaned, looking back down at his father with pursed lips.

"Alper, if she doesn't make you feel that way on your wedding day, I want you to walk away from that altar," he finished ominously

Alper skidded to a stop, gaping at his father in confusion. "I, what?"

"Promise me, Alper, that if she doesn't make you feel that way, you will walk away," the elder Ergin pressed sternly, squeezing his son's shoulders.

"Baba, you are talking about the woman I love," Alper frowned at his father, "How could I do that to her?"

"Alper, I am being serious. If your wedding day does not feel magical, it is a heist. A joke!" his father warned, his voice raising. "I know you love Maranya"and by Allah, so do I!"but I want you to know if it doesn't feel like that, to walk away."

Growing defensive, Alper pushed his father's arm off his shoulders. "You are being ridiculous." Stalks off ahead of him, angrily checking things off.

"Son!" his father demanded, "I only want what is best for you, including happiness."

Alper stopped, frowning, and neither said anything for a long moment. Eyes softening, he turned back to his father with another sigh of defeat. "Alright I'll take your words under advise?"

Alper turned to see his father on his knees; one hand grasping the railing of the walkway so tightly his knuckles has turned white. His other hand was over his chest, his heart, and he was gasping for breath.

"Baba!" Alper roared, tossing the computer pad and pen and running over to his father. Falling onto his knees, he took his father into his arms. "Help, someone help!" he yelled out to the general vicinity. "Get me a healer, or a doctor, or someone now!" he screamed. Workers scrambled, babbling away to one another, into phones, and into walkie-talkies in Turkish. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes.

"Father, I am so sorry. I will, I promise I will,? he murmured, squeezing his hand while he waited for help to arrive.

A Falconne

Date: 2010-03-10 14:36 EST
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Demeriel was languidly kicking the ball down the field, lightly jogging, when he came to an abrupt stop just before aiming to score a goal. "Wait, you what"!" he asked Alper incredulously, almost tipping over.

Alper was leaning on the inside edge of the goal post, and he chuckled at his brother. "Yes, you heard me right, brother. I'm one of two men she will be marrying."

His brother stared at him for a few moments, mulling over his words. "That's blasphemy, you realize this, right?"

Merely shrugging his shoulders, Alper pushed off from the goal post. "I don't care, honestly. Allah would want me to marry the woman of my dreams, regardless of the situation." He paused momentarily, squinting at Demeriel. "To experience love is more important than my beliefs," Alper finished, lowering his voice.

Demeriel muttered incoherently, shaking his head at his love-worn, elder brother. "You are sansli to be sevdi by anne v baba and even Allah like you are." He moved toward Alper, raising a hand to rest heavily on his shoulder. "May Allah bless your marriage." And he meant that.

"Kardesim tesekkur, ederim," Alper murmured in turn, resting a hand on Demeriel's shoulder as well.