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HAZAL FILIZ KÜÇÜKKÖSE BIR PERI MASALI | 12. BÖLÜM

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closed starter // @okieomi

She's chatting quietly to the lost soul following her. It's ready to go to the afterlife, but Kamelya is a little busy with doing her paid job. "My day is fully booked, Oliver. But as soon as I clock off, I'll take you to where you need to go." Should she be putting off escorting souls to the afterlife? Definitely not, but who cares? She makes her own rules. Mostly... Until the Gods get angry with her tardiness, anyway. She feels eyes on her, and turns her head to see someone watching her with curious eyes. "Hello," she says, as though she hadn't just been talking to 'herself'.

#c: omi

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closed starter // @sureophelia

"So, what's the strangest thing one of your patients has done in front of you?" It's nice to speak to someone who is also in the profession of helping to heal other people. The people of Cromerth Woods usually prefer to take, rather than give.

#c: ophelia

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closed starter // @smitebound

Here comes her least favourite patient, strutting into her office like he owns the place. He would claim he doesn't strut, but he most definitely does. "Ezra." It's meant as a greeting, but she already sounds annoyed. "Any murders this week, or have you been working on controlling your temper? You know it pleases me when you're a good boy, but it happens so rarely."

#c: ezra #me watching her call him a good boy: 👀

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"You're being optimistic, I'm afraid. Therapy isn't a quick fix, Jules. It takes a lot of time, and effort. It can a very emotional journey, depending on your past traumas." Kamelya doesn't want to put him off coming to see her in the future, but it's very important to her to be honest with her patients. A lot of them have been deceived in the past, and she doesn't want to be another person who does that to them. "It's worth the effort, though, if you're willing to trust me."

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"So, how does this therapy thing work? I give you a brief outline of my woes and you give me some pills that make it all good forever, or am I being optimistic?"

#c: jules

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HAZAL FILIZ KÜÇÜKKÖSE as SERAP in ÜVEY ANNE

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"Right. It would be so awful for you to be contained, unable to harm the population, hmm?" If Ezra wasn't such an interesting study, he would've been taken away by the men in white coats the first day he came to Kamelya's office. "Okay, I'll bite," she says, grabbing a pen and notepad. "If you meet me at this address tomorrow night, I'll assist." After writing down the information, along with a short shopping list, she slides the piece of paper to him. "Buckets, knives, garbage bags, and tarp. Do you think you can get that? I can provide the gauze and vials." Bleeding her patients isn't in Kamelya's job description, but why not broaden her mind while she has the chance? Ezra isn't her usual patient, so she has to be willing to open her mind to new things, if she wants to truly help him.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐚.

“Truth be told, I’ve considered asking you to kill me a few times; however, I knew you’d enjoy it too much, and I won’t give you that kind of satisfaction.” Kamelya knows how she wants to leave the world of the living, should she ever need to, and it isn’t at the hands of Ezra Shaw. Her brow furrows as she watches him wipe away the seeping, black liquid. It’s pretty disgusting, but he’s her patient, and he’s paying her to help. “At least our sessions are working. This might sound… macabre, but have you bled yourself to see if you can get it out of your system that way? I know you can’t die, so it should be a simple task to complete.”

         he actually laughs—a dry, unpleasant sound. “’fraid you’re a little too useful to me for that, anyhow. only way i’d kill you now is if you tried to lock me up in one of those bloody hospitals.” and yeah, he would probably enjoy it. sue him! but the fact that he hasn’t done more than lightly consider the idea is a testament to how worthwhile these appointments are. who would have thought he would have some kind of restraint about him? “bled myself?” he balks, halfway through stuffing a tissue up his nose. still bleeding. “never thought i’d hear a shrink try and get me to cut myself open. ‘course, i haven’t actually tried that… purposefully. not sure it’d do much of anything if i just grow it all right back. you offering to supervise?”

#c: ezra #ezra: 003 #self harm tw

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"Yeah. There's no way of me knowing for certain. All mutants are capable of being dangerous." Kamelya doesn't feel like anything has changed since Sonya made contact with her. Other than the nose bleed, the sulphurous smell, and the chance that she might be a target for possession now. It's worrying, but what can she do? There's no handbook that came with her mutation. It's something she had to learn to control, with the help of her mother's spirit. She knows that Kaya knows that, and she hopes he's not too angry with her. They've only just begun repairing their relationship; it'd be a shame for it to all go to shit now.

She nods along as Kaya says that her power might be evolving. Kamelya already gets overwhelmed with the amount of spirits that gather around her, wanting her help. The thought of all of them touching her, making their lives flash before her eyes, makes her heart beat faster and her stomach fill with dread. "I would never have stepped foot in your house if I thought the spirit was malicious. Mon Dieu, Kaya, I know we've had our problems, but I don't want to hurt you or your baby." Well, she wouldn't mind giving Kaya a slap for moving on so quickly, but in the spirit of friendship, she's not going to say that. "I care about you, and I like Vespasian a lot. The little duckling in your lap is quite cute, too," she smiles, tapping the tip of Jane's nose with her index finger. "It was the spirit of an impatient woman; she wanted me to pay attention to her. Nothing to worry about on your end."

kamelyayildiz​:

“Whatever you say, chérie. You always did enjoy a luxurious bath. What’s more luxurious than a dozen rubber ducks floating round?” Kamelya knows that Kaya isn’t ready to forgive her for the past, and she doesn’t blame him, but she’s glad that they can at least talk civilly. It was hard at first, but it gets a little bit easier every time she’s around him. And, if she’s being completely honest with herself, she’s having a hard time forgiving him for moving on so quickly. It’s petty and bitter of her, but she’s got a heart and feelings just like everyone else.

Her thumb gently rubs against the back of Jane’s hand. The feeling of a small fist wrapped around her finger makes her heart clench. “I’m not sure. As far as I know, the spirit is only as powerful as the others that surround me from day to day. I might’ve let my guard down; this one has been around me for a while. It knows me better than I know myself by now, probably. I don’t know if it manipulated my energy or if my mutation is broken. Can mutations even break?”

Kamelya notices Kaya’s hand, her heart racing as she tries to think of a reason why she’d be bleeding something other than red blood. “It’s the first time that’s happened,” she sighs, gesturing to the smudge on his hand with a nod of her head. “I don’t think it’s dangerous, but I’m still sorry for getting it on you. This is a really weird question, so my apologies in advance: does it have a strange smell to you?” She wants to know if only she can smell the sulphur, or if it’s her blood. 

“You don’t think it’s dangerous?” Kaya repeats dubiously. She’s obviously got no basis to believe that beyond wanting to believe it, and he’s almost annoyed at her for that. It’s the same sort of confidence with which Vee would march his little toddler legs right into traffic if Kaya didn’t hold his hand. And for that reason, he simply doesn’t have the capacity to hold Kamelya’s hand about this. She’s an adult, quite capable of making her own choices, so if she wants to be irresponsible about this, that’s her call.

Hesitating, he lifts his hand to his nose and sniffs the bloodlike stain. “It smells… sulfurous.” he says at length. It’s not the word he wants to use, because it immediately puts him in mind of horror films where the smell of sulfur is indicative of demonic presence. Seems concerning, to say the least, if a spirit induced nosebleed hearkens to that. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think mutations can break. They can evolve, though; maybe that’s what happened. You learned to put your protective barrier up once; I’m sure you can learn to strengthen it now. Who is the spirit,  Lya? I need to know if you’ve brought something dangerous into my home.” The arm holding Janey on his lap curls protectively a little tighter.

#c: kaya #kaya: 004 #I'M BACK BABEY

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Hazal Filiz Küçükköse 10 Days of a Bad Man (Kötü Adamın 10 Günü)

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HAZAL FILIZ KÜÇÜKKÖSE ÜVEY ANNE | 1. BÖLÜM

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KAYA:

Kaya rolls his eyes at the teasing comment about ducks and ships, but he’s not really annoyed. He’s glad, he supposes, in a way, that whatever ails her doesn’t have her so down she can’t even joke. “They’re for the kids.” he says flatly, because he doesn’t want Kamelya to be miserable, obviously, but he still harbours a lot of resentment. It is hard to be too annoyed when he can see the way her eyes linger on Jane: a certain reminder of their own shared loss.

He hopes she doesn’t think Vee and Jane are replacements, in any way. But he can’t bring himself to say that.

Kami takes a tissue from him, and leaves a smear of blood on his hand. No; not blood. Something darker, ichorous. She either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t want him to comment, so she just goes on with her explanation. She sounds remarkably calm for someone who just got briefly… possessed? Kaya studies her with dark intensity as Jane holds onto her finger. “Why would that happen? Was it a particularly powerful spirit, or did you let your guard down?” he asks, suppressing the concern in his voice. A funeral home is probably a shitty, shitty place for someone with Kamelya’s abilities to come. Without looking down at his hand, his thumb rubs at the smudge of bloodlike fluid. It disturbs him.

“Whatever you say, chérie. You always did enjoy a luxurious bath. What’s more luxurious than a dozen rubber ducks floating round?” Kamelya knows that Kaya isn’t ready to forgive her for the past, and she doesn’t blame him, but she’s glad that they can at least talk civilly. It was hard at first, but it gets a little bit easier every time she’s around him. And, if she’s being completely honest with herself, she’s having a hard time forgiving him for moving on so quickly. It’s petty and bitter of her, but she’s got a heart and feelings just like everyone else.

Her thumb gently rubs against the back of Jane’s hand. The feeling of a small fist wrapped around her finger makes her heart clench. “I’m not sure. As far as I know, the spirit is only as powerful as the others that surround me from day to day. I might’ve let my guard down; this one has been around me for a while. It knows me better than I know myself by now, probably. I don’t know if it manipulated my energy or if my mutation is broken. Can mutations even break?”

Kamelya notices Kaya’s hand, her heart racing as she tries to think of a reason why she’d be bleeding something other than red blood. “It’s the first time that’s happened,” she sighs, gesturing to the smudge on his hand with a nod of her head. “I don’t think it’s dangerous, but I’m still sorry for getting it on you. This is a really weird question, so my apologies in advance: does it have a strange smell to you?” She wants to know if only she can smell the sulphur, or if it’s her blood. 

#c: kaya #kaya: 004

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EZRA​:

         ezra doesn’t have the energy to argue, but mentally he is flipping her the bird. not exactly the shining example of maturity that a nearly forty year old man should have, but… well, he leaves a lot to be desired. regardless, he follows her into the office and settles himself into his usual seat. he knows the drill, as she says. “if i’d wanted to kill you, you’d be dead, already,” he grumbles, snagging a fistful of tissues to help stem the flow of bile flowing from his eyes and nose. at least the bits around his ears are starting to dry off… for now. “i’m trying to…” stop feels like hyperbole. he isn’t trying to stop. “…cut back on that, anyhow.”

“Truth be told, I’ve considered asking you to kill me a few times; however, I knew you’d enjoy it too much, and I won’t give you that kind of satisfaction.” Kamelya knows how she wants to leave the world of the living, should she ever need to, and it isn’t at the hands of Ezra Shaw. Her brow furrows as she watches him wipe away the seeping, black liquid. It’s pretty disgusting, but he’s her patient, and he’s paying her to help. “At least our sessions are working. This might sound... macabre, but have you bled yourself to see if you can get it out of your system that way? I know you can’t die, so it should be a simple task to complete.”

#c: ezra #ezra: 003 #kami vc: so you're in pain? have you tried bleeding to death and coming back to life?

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HAZAL FILIZ KÜÇÜKKÖSE ÜVEY ANNE | 3. BÖLÜM

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HAZAL FILIZ KÜÇÜKKÖSE ÜVEY ANNE | 1. BÖLÜM

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KAYA:

“Okay, and you can tell me what the spirit wants as soon as you’re not actively bleeding,“ He sighs, guiding her instead into a bathroom. The coffee can wait. He’s not going to sit and just ignore the blood, even though she says it’s a mutation thing. If it’s new and she doesn’t understand it yet then it’s cause for concern. Maybe not his concern, because they’re divorced and you lose the right to certain things when that happens, but that doesn’t mean he stopped caring.

“Sit.“ He gestures to the cushioned wicker chair in the corner; he used to sit there while Sonya bathed, some nights, and told each other about their days. These days it’s more commonly used to supervise bathtime for the kids, as is evidenced by the selection of rubber duckies and bath toys. Grabbing a box of tissues from under the sink, he hands them to Kamelya and seats himself on the rim of the bathtub, perched a little stiffly to ensure Jane is comfortable on his knee. She blinks owlishly at Kamelya, probably not remembering having met her before. “Have you seen a doctor? I know you say it’s your mutation but there might be something they can do to help.”

Oh, they’re going to bathroom, that’s fine... Kamelya takes a seat, looking around to avoid eye contact with the baby. “Nice ducks. Do you have a ship, too? Your baths must be a lot of fun.” There’s a hint of a smirk on her face as she says it. Teasing Kaya has always been enjoyable. Jane is looking at her, she can feel her eyes on her. Taking the tissues, her hand accidentally brushes against Kaya’s, leaving a smear of blood that looks more like oil on his skin. So much for hiding this from him. 

“No, I haven’t had a chance to,” she sighs, wiping at her nose with the tissues. The bleeding seems to have slowed down, thankfully. There’s an acrid smell of sulphur and smoke stinging her nostrils, making her wince slightly. “This is the first time I’ve experienced it. It was like...” Kamelya tries to think of a way to explain what happened without mentioning Sonya. Her eyes catch Jane’s, and she feels her stomach tense. With a lot of hesitation, she reaches out, letting the little girl grab at her unbloodied hand, and the bracelet around her wrist. It’s comforting, in an unexplainable way. “A spirit broke through my protective barrier. I know you can’t see it, but it’s something that I put around myself when I was learning about my mutation, with my mother’s guidance. She was a spirit, so I practised and practised until she couldn’t break through it. It stops possession and being manhandled by the spirits around me. Out there, one of them connected with me. I saw their memories and felt their hand in my back.” 

#c: kaya #kaya: 004 #ur wish is my command :may:

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EZRA:

         “my life revolves around me,” he mutters under his breath, reaching up to scrub at his face with his hands. “why don’t we finish this argument in your office?” he doesn’t think they’re ever really going to find an understanding—ezra doesn’t understand the point of focusing on others’ wellbeing and kamelya can’t imagine an existence where being a bad person is more gratifying than not. in spite of that, they’re both here. “i’ll hold you to that.”

“And that would be fine if you were the only person in the world, but you’re not.” She feels like a kindergarten teacher scolding a child for stealing cookies from a classmate. Nodding in agreement, Kamelya leads them to her office building. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. I fully expect to be ripped in half or mauled to death if I don’t figure this out,” she says, glancing at him over her shoulder as she opens the door. “Morning, Karen,” she chimes, greeting the receptionist before opening her office door and holding it for Ezra. “Take a seat, Mr Shaw. You know the drill.” Maybe draining his blood will help, she thinks. It might temporarily ease the pain. 

#c: ezra #ezra: 003