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nazlifm · 2 years

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the roaring silence is too loud and it bothers him. after forcing his hand into participating in this whole experience, she should at least try to have a conversation, look him in the eyes, right ? “ quit it with the self-deprecatory jokes, naz. i agreed to be here, didn’t i ? then i agreed to sleeping without pillows, sand everywhere and watching you date other people. ” he crouches to be at her eye level. fingers curl under her chin, slightly lifting it up so gaze could meet hers. “ seriously, it’s cool. and i did say i’d complain the whole time i’m here. let’s just go check it out. ”

the pouting is unnecessary, and she knows it. he is too fluent in everything she is, the good, sure, but especially the bad and ugly. that comfort is more worth more than anything else, she thinks. the desperation she feels at losing it was the driving force that landed them here, and asking if she knows that is also redundant. her gaze does meet his, and though she doesn’t entirely believe him, she chalks it up to projection. “thank you,” she finds herself saying. “in case i didn’t tell you that yet.” she has, of course, but she figures the changing circumstances insist she do so again. she wants to lean in and kiss him, but she doesn’t. she fights the impulse by reaching up and taking his hand, placing her lips on his fingers instead. “now come on.” she stands. “let’s go see if we actually do have beds or if i just jinxed us again.”

#interactions. | i can't imagine life without breathless moments.#naz + enzo

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nazlifm · 2 years

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( melisa pamuk. she/her. cis female. 26. ) introducing … NAZLI DEMIRCI ! i heard they’re a witty, confident, stubborn bisexual & pisces, and persuaded their partner to join WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY due to her inability to let go even though they keep hurting each other over and over, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. their partner, has accepted to join the cast of WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY, because they believe their relationship needs help. but NAZLI ? they think their relationship WILL make it.

Basic Information

Full Name: nazli demirci Nickname(s): naz Age: 26 Date of Birth: march 17 Gender: cis female Pronouns: she/her Orientation: bisexual Religion: athiest Occupation: social media manager

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: melisa asli pamuk Hair Color: dark brown Eye Colour: brown Height: 5’6” Weight: 128 lbs Build: slim Tattoos: tba Piercings: ear lobes, doubles Usual Expression: playful smirk.

Personality

Label: the spitfire Positive Traits: canny, kind, bold, extroverted, nurturingNegative Traits: evasive, argumentative, disorganized, frivolous, impulsiveSleeping Habits: falls asleep watching some sort of comfort movie or show each night. Eating Habits: never misses breakfast, but the other ones are hit or miss. Exercise Habits: does a routine as a habit, out of fear she will hate herself if not. Sociability: is pretty outgoing as an individual, but needs time to recharge when she does it for long periods of time. Drug Use: habitual and experimental. Alcohol Use: socially.

Favorites

Weather: summer Color: burgandy Food: smoothies

History

she does not remember a time when she isn’t wishing for something more. stocking the shelves at her parents’ corner grocery shop at five years old, she remembers vividly watching the people walk by through the large plate glass windows up front. they are all different, some tall and dressed in all black, others short and wearing every color on the spectrum. she is sitting cross legged on a linoleum floor watching the world pass by without her. she decides early to never let that become a habit.

by twelve she has the surrounding twenty blocks memorized like the back of her hand. she never stops pushing herself to go farther, to run faster, just so she can see more, but twelve year old legs have their limits. she is fifteen when she convinces her parents to let her get a subway pass, a buss pass, a pass to see the world beyond the scope of her parents’ bumpers. if she hits the gutter, she wants to do it at full speed. she is willing to feel the pain, because perhaps it is a vivid reminder that she is alive.

though she promises for two solid years to move out on her eighteenth birthday, that does not happen. she must work, she finds, long hours, hard shifts, anything to get herself out. college is laughable. all of her family’s funds go into their store, their home (a ten floor walk up in queens), and there is nothing left to spare for a silly degree. her parents don’t understand why she needs a degree when she has a grocery store. dreams come second to logic in their worlds, and she balks at the idea.

she learns to speak up for her dreams, for herself, and perhaps she takes it too far sometimes. assertiveness does not do her any favors, but she does not lose ground either. she works hard, moves out at twenty, and even if she doesn’t give up her parents’ shop as a constant side job, her newfound freedom is the space she needs to spread her wings. pieces start falling into place, and her unique viewpoint, that striking need to say her piece, gets her a dream job at an up and coming tech company.

she is twenty one when she meets the kind brazilian boy in her parent’s grocery store, and he is the first she lets completely into her world. she falls fast, hard, and just like in all walks of her life, she finds herself unable to give back the inches she takes. compromise is a lost concept, and from their love a chaotic cycle is born, one she returns to over and over, unable to let go of the one who saw her first. when the show finds her, she thinks it is a sign.

she all but forces him to go, because she fully believes this will snap them into focus. this is what they need, and now that her career, her life, everything else is falling into place, all she needs is him.

#intro. | i'm here again between the devil and danger.#realityintro

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