Starting writing something… Takes place right after Halit left Sonya.
–‐- A Wanderer—-
Once outside, Halit placed the suitcase on the ground and took out a cigarette. He berated himself for allowing an ounce of belief that Sonya might have been right: she was convinced her love would be enough for them both. It was not. His gratitude to her for being there for him at the hospital failed to transform into anything else. He never lied to her, that much was true. Yet, he wished he had done things differently all the same. The woman with tiny bursts of laughter in her eyes was not coming back, and he had to accept that.
Well, back to the Garden Bar. To the attic, to his safe place. The one where he could take a deep breath and sort things out as he had done before. Halit picked up his belongings and proceeded in the direction of what had become his home, adding a pinch of determination to his step. Where to from here? She once said there were more important things than love. Perhaps. Mindlessly walking, he ended up being a step away from bumping into someone. Some muttering crossed the air, and upon looking at the man’s face, Halit noticed a tint of madness in the stranger’s eyes. The man’s whole demeanor whispered a myriad of narratives as shadows do in the night. Halit gave the passerby a little nod as a sign of apology, but the man kept on walking, turning around only once as if he knew him all along.
Later that night, when Halit sat at his usual table at the Garden Bar, swirling liquor in a glass and observing the evening crowd with a dose of disinterest and alertness, the now familiar man re-appeared before him. Uninvited. With a tilt of his head, Halit prompted the man to speak, yet the guest remained silent, therefore the host waited patiently. The silence between them stretched. A few minutes later, the man looked around, restless and concerned with an unmanageable matter, bigger than his own being. Next, he placed something wrapped in an old cloth on the table right in front of Halit. The latter refused to touch it.
“Keep it to yourself, I wouldn’t have done this if I had not felt responsible,” the man uttered with an unsolicited warning in his voice and left, pulling up his coat’s collar as if to protect himself from the unknown.
It took Halit some time to put down his glass and reach out to the object in front of him. With measured movements, he unwrapped it to reveal an old key with a piece of paper around it. 411. Midnight. The numbers did not mean anything to him. Halit assessed the appearance of this bizarre gift, detecting the imprint on the key. In an instant, pieces of this puzzle assembled themselves. The room in which they talked that one evening.She returned? If he had respected her less, he would have insisted more on getting to know her name. Truth to be told, simply hearing her voice and being next to her rendered those formalities insignificant.
His work for the Resistance had taught him the importance of patience, resilience, and grave consequences of being that fool who rushed in. He was rushing. The splendor of the Pera Palace and several flights of stairs, and there he was. Right in front of the room, so close to the past that he believed he could hear her voice. He reached out for the key in his pocket.No, first, a knock on the door.No answer.
They do such a wonderful job of lighting Selahattin Pasali and matching it to Halit’s emotional state in his scenes. When he’s in his bunker office pacing around wondering what to do about Fahrettin, he walks the periphery of the light. He’s in moral conflict walking a tightrope between good and bad, light and dark.
They also keep Halit’s face almost entirely in shadow in the scene where Esra laments that his face belongs to a murderer. It’s not only his emotional state that’s being shown but also how Esra sees him (or how he believes Esra sees him). In this scene he’s forced to confront the fact that she sees him as a murderer. He’s lost the ability to control the carefully crafted image he’s created for himself.
But this trick of matching the lighting to Halit’s emotional state is most obvious in the scene where he’s sitting in a jail cell believing that something horrible has happened to Esra because George promised him it would (and he knows exactly how sadistic George is). He’s defeated and powerless to warn her or help her. Halit’s in a dark place in this scene (literally and figuratively), thus his cell is completely dark. We don’t see him emerge from it until Esra arrives and he realizes she’s okay. He quite literally steps out of the darkness and into the light.
When Esra goes back in time, young Halit’s face is always warmly lit because he hasn’t yet started working as a double agent doing morally questionable things and because it mirrors the warm feelings Esra has for him.
Older Halit is nearly always in some shadow, the severity of which usually depends on how Esra sees him. In episode 2 when she sees him as her enemy and George’s associate the lighting used for him is especially menacing.
Compare it to the next episode when Esra realizes he’s not an evil war profiteer and villain after all and they start to get along.
Esra’s the common thread in each of those scenes, leading Halit into the light and keeping his moral compass aligned to good.
The more time he spends with Esra, the fewer shadows appear, until the final episode where he fulfills his role as a good guy/hero and they almost disappear completely.
All because of Halit’s desire to prove himself to Esra, and her choice to see the good in him. That’s how you do an OTP 😉
STEREK just hit 61,000 thousand works on Archive Of Our Own. It’s 2:00 AM as I write this on June 26, 2020. Teen Wolf has been cancelled for years…..and yet Sterek shippers are still putting in an amazing amount of work everyday. This is our work. This is what we’ve built together as a fandom. I can’t stop smiling!
The strength and the talent of the Sterek Fandom has always impressed me. I’ve been here since 2012. I’ve seen all of the mess that this fandom has had to endure. The queerbaiting. The bullying. All of it. But I’m just so happy to be a part of this crowd because we came out stronger. We built our own fandom and put every ounce of love that we had for Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale into creating a whole world of fanwork.
61,000 works. Holy shit. Everybody in the Sterek Fandom, regardless of whether or not you’ve made Sterek fanwork before, deserves a great big round of applause for this achievement!
Where do you think your characters would be today? (aka the cast ignoring what actually happened because they know who REALLY should have ended up together)
Alright everyone, still working on the lecture series, but I also wanted to get some ideas.
What parts of my worldbuilding do you want me to continue with?
What do you want to know more about?”
What story lines do you think I have left unfinished?
And are there any parts of the timeline you want to hear more about? (I was thinking about doing a story on how Adam was even given a ship in the first place) things like that.
I would find your feedback very helpful if you could :) at the very least it will help me get through my writing slump.
Almost six months.
Six months od doctor Krill’s lecture series and they still felt as if they didn’t understand humans anymore than they had when they first started. Despite months and months of research, and papers, none of them had managed to get a grade on an assignment that was higher than a C – Dr. krill was using what he called the human letter grading system to give them some more experiences that would help them bond with humans, and boy were they bonding with the humans who just couldn’t seem to get it right.
It wasn’t that Dr. krill was an unfair teacher, it was just that most of them always managed to be wrong in some massive and obvious way about humans. For example, when writing a paper about how humans cannot see in the dark and would be likely not to survive on a dark planet, but then potentially forgetting about all the humans who survived being completely blind Everything you could say about humans was generally untrue for another human.
Humans have an extreme sense of survival however they seem prone on tossing themselves from high places just for the fun of it.
