The rain was pouring heavily, raindrops clashed against the window. The moonlight was so bright, so beautiful.
You looked at Beybolat who laid besides you, just next to the window in the tent. He had made the window for you specially as you insiste...
⇢ ˗ˏˋ I don't ever wanna learn how to fall asleep without you ࿐ྂ
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ࿐ྂ
The rain was pouring heavily, raindrops clashed against the window. The moonlight was so bright, so beautiful.
You looked at Beybolat who laid besides you, just next to the window in the tent. He had made the window for you specially as you insisted you wanted to stargaze and look at the moon while falling asleep. The moonlight illuminated his face. You took a moment to stare at him. His eyes were closed, they didn't look intimidating as usual.
'Gorgeous...' You thought as you looked at his handsome face. His luscious hair framed his face beautifully and his beard was well-kept. He slept so peacefully.
You hesitantly moved forward, and gave him a featherly soft peck on his lips. You flinched when you saw his eyes immediately fluttered open. Of course, he's a hunter, he's Albasti; the brutal, ruthless killer. He's sensitive to the slightest movement and sound around him.
His dark brown/black eyes stared into yours, he seemed fully awake before he saw it was you. His eyes became half-lidded, sleepiness taking over him again. You couldn't help but chuckle.
'I wish we could always be like this.' Sometimes, you wished he wasn't Albasti. You wished he wasn't a traitor who allied with the enemies.
He would get so, so mad when you spoke against him allying with the mongols. When you first found out he was Albasti, you didn't spoke to him for two days. He was stubborn as well, but he became sweeter and made up numerous excuses to win you over. You couldn't help but give in. You occasionally try to talk to him about how what he's doing is wrong, but it doesn't help and only causes arguments between you two. So, you kind of gave up. As long as you were with him, other people didn't really matter to you. They weren't your family anyway, he was the only person you had.
How cruel it sounded, it was true. You ignored it, just for him. You ignored the way he tortured his innocent captives whom he called 'rebels' and the way he brutally murdered his fellow Turks who were actually on the right path.
Albasti was almost inhuman, cold, brutal. But your Beybolat was sweet, generous, and loving, atleast to you and his sisters.
But sometimes, sometimes Albasti seemed to have a little humanity in him too. You noticed him getting nightmares lately. At first when you asked him about it, he would dismiss it and change the subject. But this night, he sought your comfort.
You heard him grunting in his sleep. You turned around to face him, studying his behaviour. He was sweating and his hands were shaking. His breath and shaking became more and more severe, so you decided to slightly shake him. "Beybolat." You whispered. "Wake up." You said softly, trying not to frighten him.
He woke up and sat up too fast. He felt dizzy and his head was aching. He sighed and rubbed his tempels while mumbling Ayatul Kursi. "Are you okay? What happened?" You asked.
He smiled a little at you. "Just a nightmare. Curse the Shaiytaan (devil)." He replied. You put your hand on his forehead. "Uff, you're glowing." You pulled your hand back. "You have a fever." You said.
"What were you dreaming about?" You asked gently, hoping he would tell you. "It was just a bad dream. You don't need to know." He responded, as always.
"Can you tell me anyway? I really want to know. You're getting so many nightmares lately. I'm concerned." You said worried. He frowned before gently pulling you into a hug, one of his hand was rubbing your back while the other rested on the back of your head.
There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke up.
"All of the people I have tortured and killed are showing up in my dreams one by one. Cursed rebels." The last sentence was laced with venom. 'You're the one that's cursed.' You thought, but you wouldn't dare to say it out loud.
"Can you visit Kayi Tribe tomorrow? Wish Selcan Hatun condolences for her son." Beybolat said as he pulled away from the hug, his hands resting on each side of your shoulders. You swallowed, feeling guilt and sadness take over you as you remembered her son Süleyman; a kind, respectful and brave young man.
"Hm?" Beybolat gestured, his grip tightening on your shoulders when you didn't reply. You nodded slightly. "Sure." You mumbled. He sighed. "You're so emotional." He said. His words struck you. 'Emotional? I am 'so emotional' for being human? For feeling sorry for the innocent young guy whom you have tortured so brutally?' You thought, but you didn't say anything. You pulled away from his grip and laid down, but this time you faced your other side as you didn't want to see him anymore.
