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Can you beat the riddler?
isn't it nice, my friend?
لسلام عليكم
and as long as you do not disturb me it will.
You can call me Hassan,
the empty desert of Egypt.
I am a riddler, a person who seeks knowledge and teaches others in return.
لسلام عليكم
and as long as you do not disturb me it will.
You can call me Hassan,
the empty desert of Egypt.
I am a riddler, a person who seeks knowledge and teaches others in return.
Anonymous sent: M-A! For the next five hours, you are going to turn into a female! Have fun :3 /poofOh please…
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…. this surely is interesting ….
“Your relationship sure does sound complicated. No wonder you think you’re incapable of love.” he says ,crossing his arms on his chest. The Turk always saw love as something much more simple . Two people meet , they realize they like eachother and then they start dating. I mean that’s how it always worked for him. Sure , he’d start being a hopeless romantic if he really , REALLY liked somebody but Hassan’s situation was too much for him.
“It’s pure logic if you think about it.” But if the other refused to believe that, may it be. Hassan’s own theory was lacking a few not so unimportant details, but today was probably not the day he was going to find out. As far as he was concerned, and who would blame him, there was no love in him. Literally.
“I suppose we just have different ways of looking at it.” he shrugs , not knowing what else to say. Sure , all the Gupta and Hassans he met were all the same : deep and philosophical. So he learned not to question them soon enough. Sometimes , you just can’t understand them.
“No.”, he disagreed. “It’s more like me talking about something you cannot even see because no one ever showed you where it is.” Waving it off, he smiled. “But that’s the thing with people these days. They all think they know things they have no clue about and as soon as they get confused they drop it, not even caring to ask.” It was only for a quarter of a second that a small hint of sadness could be seen in his golden eyes if one looked closely enough. “My lover’s like that too, you know. He doesn’t understand the things I say but never asked me to explain them. But oh, he cares and loves me so much, of course~” He snorted. “You’re the same, except for the loving part. Not sure if I should envy or pity the obliviousness.”
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
Hassan rolled his eyes. “You don’t listen very well, for Ra’s sake, I’m not Egypt, which is the point of the whole thing. And sure he loves me, but then again he IS a masochist and he doesn’t know me all that well anyway. Not to forget that he’s pretty desperate.” The Egyptian was still wondering how the hell it had come to this. Sure, blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, Hassan’s culture and origin alone sort of forced him to find attraction in that, but then again he wasn’t much of a physical person anyway.
“Your relationship sure does sound complicated. No wonder you think you’re incapable of love.” he says ,crossing his arms on his chest. The Turk always saw love as something much more simple . Two people meet , they realize they like eachother and then they start dating. I mean that’s how it always worked for him. Sure , he’d start being a hopeless romantic if he really , REALLY liked somebody but Hassan’s situation was too much for him.
“It’s pure logic if you think about it.” But if the other refused to believe that, may it be. Hassan’s own theory was lacking a few not so unimportant details, but today was probably not the day he was going to find out. As far as he was concerned, and who would blame him, there was no love in him. Literally.
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
He crossed his arms. “You’re just being stubborn , you know. It’s not like there’s somekind of spell on you that stops you from being a bit romantic from time to time. Nobody’s asking for the sun and moon. He’d appreciate it if you’d be more loving , even if just a bit. Trust me.”
“Oh, I know he would.” Hassan smiled. “No spell, indeed. It’s true though. It’s the same reason why I can’t see anyone who knows me loving me. It’s paradox and masochistic - and that’s not even a subjective opinion.”
“Well ,apparently , there is a person who loves you very much . So it’s not really that impossible. You need to open your eyes,Egypt.”
Hassan rolled his eyes. “You don’t listen very well, for Ra’s sake, I’m not Egypt, which is the point of the whole thing. And sure he loves me, but then again he IS a masochist and he doesn’t know me all that well anyway. Not to forget that he’s pretty desperate.” The Egyptian was still wondering how the hell it had come to this. Sure, blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, Hassan’s culture and origin alone sort of forced him to find attraction in that, but then again he wasn’t much of a physical person anyway.
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
[Oh god
Oh god
Oh sweet Luzifer
Hold me ;A; *grabby hands at screen* ]
“Oh…so you’re the one who doesn’t love him. Well it’s your relationship ,not my business. If you think that’s right , so be it.”
“But I still think that if I were in one , I’d like the feeling to be mutual , yanno? It would be nice to have a person to appreciate you that way. Maybe you’ll learn to do that in time.”Hearing that he extended his arms, spreading them as if he wanted to express ‘look at me’, or maybe it was just a wide shrug. “Physically impossible, you see.”, was all he said.
He crossed his arms. “You’re just being stubborn , you know. It’s not like there’s somekind of spell on you that stops you from being a bit romantic from time to time. Nobody’s asking for the sun and moon. He’d appreciate it if you’d be more loving , even if just a bit. Trust me.”
“Oh, I know he would.” Hassan smiled. “No spell, indeed. It’s true though. It’s the same reason why I can’t see anyone who knows me loving me. It’s paradox and masochistic - and that’s not even a subjective opinion.”
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
Hassan gave him a mild smile. “I said he loved me, not the other way around. He’s okay I guess. And no, as far as I have noticed that doesn’t have to be the case. Can’t say people know enough about the whores they rent to say they like them. And there is still intimacy.” It was beyond his understanding as well since the he was almost prone to the physical urges humans tended to have, but if that’s how those people thought they could become happy - well, their own problem.
He didn’t say anthing about the last point. He had told the other that he couldn’t and didn’t want to give him what he wanted, so if the guy felt like ignoring this and still begged for hugs and kisses it was, again, not Hassan’s problem. Not on the surface.“Oh…so you’re the one who doesn’t love him. Well it’s your relationship ,not my business. If you think that’s right , so be it.”
“But I still think that if I were in one , I’d like the feeling to be mutual , yanno? It would be nice to have a person to appreciate you that way. Maybe you’ll learn to do that in time.”
Hearing that he extended his arms, spreading them as if he wanted to express ‘look at me’, or maybe it was just a wide shrug. “Physically impossible, you see.”, was all he said.
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
“The second Turk I meet with some brains after all. Lovely~”, he hummed.
“See? I’m not that bad after all. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” Sadiq replied.
“Never said you were. We shall see. I don’t even get along with the idiot who claims to love me, but maybe that’s just because he does exactly that. People can’t take a warning these days.”
“You don’t get along with your lover? But you must at least like him then.” he says , blinking. He couldn’t understand that .You must like a person to accept being intimate with them,right?
“It depends on the warning and person , though.”
Hassan gave him a mild smile. “I said he loved me, not the other way around. He’s okay I guess. And no, as far as I have noticed that doesn’t have to be the case. Can’t say people know enough about the whores they rent to say they like them. And there is still intimacy.” It was beyond his understanding as well since the he was almost prone to the physical urges humans tended to have, but if that’s how those people thought they could become happy - well, their own problem.
He didn’t say anthing about the last point. He had told the other that he couldn’t and didn’t want to give him what he wanted, so if the guy felt like ignoring this and still begged for hugs and kisses it was, again, not Hassan’s problem. Not on the surface.
(Source: riddle-of-the-sphinx)
“True, lovers also stab each other and adopt time travelling kids who, in the future, are their ex-lovers.”, he replied with a demonstratively understanding nod and a small grin. “But what do I care if they hate me for the sake of hating me anyway.” Bohoo.
“Those relations can be quite weird,that is true…” Sadiq said. “…I don’t hate you.I don’t know about other people , but I don’t.” he smiles a bit.
“The second Turk I meet with some brains after all. Lovely~”, he hummed.
“See? I’m not that bad after all. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” Sadiq replied.
“Never said you were. We shall see. I don’t even get along with the idiot who claims to love me, but maybe that’s just because he does exactly that. People can’t take a warning these days.”