( MISHTI RAHMAN / 24 / FEMALE / SHE-HER ) noor lohani has been in honeydew for her entire life. they’re an interior designer who’s very ethereal and impulsive. ( rae. 23. cst. she/her. )
her dad had been born a business owner. the company his grandfather built was to be passed down to him when he reached the proper age, so his entire life was constructed around what he would do when he became an adult. this made him cold, unforgiving, one to sleep around until eventually his antics got the best of him and one of the women he was with came to him about her growing pregnancy. instead of turning her away, her offered her money and a life away from being a mother. promised he would take care of the child, and she would never have to look back. he was convincing, and eventually he was father to a daughter. he gave her everything and anything she wanted, keeping her occupied with things while he would be busy with work. she lived like a princess, never bored or lacking anything she wished for. only time with her father, which the growingly spoiled girl wasn’t dying for. she had nannies and playdates that filled her days, sometimes ending them with video calls from her CEO of a father. he eventually bought her her own apartment after she asked at eighteen, wanting to live on her own even though mostly everything she had was funded by a card with her father’s name on it.
raised in town but her family is originally from australia, you’ll notice a slight accent at times
v much inspired by jasmine from aladdin ( even has an orange maine coon named raja smh )
she’s 4′11
she probably knows your character’s name if they live in the apartment, she loves to meet people and remembers every single one even if she’s flighty
film fanatic
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social media guru, gets a lot of her money through sponsorships
noor has this air about her that makes her seem almost unreal, but then when you meet her you get nothing but cracking jokes and bright smiles
v affectionate w everyone
her passports are full of stamps
father owns something crazy like amazon, we have not decided yet
she doesn’t mind living off him, feels as if he owes her since he never participated directly in her life
has a knack for interior design
she does blogging and traveling to occupy her time now, feel as if she has a purpose
she’s earthy, but in a wild way — wants her feet in the dirt and sun on her face
she loves hollywood, is a sucker for celebrity drama and reality tv
may have been on a season of are you the one on mtv
a silk sheets type
she hangs out in the lobby a lot bc she always wanted a roommate but since her dad pays her rent, he doesn’t let her
she smells like honey & lemons it’s amazing
has a few minimalist tattoos ( four cardinal directions on the back of her arm, moon left side on her glute, rose on her sternum, siren on her right upper side )
has a constant sweet tooth, eats like a grown man
indulges in healing crystals, essential oils, greek myth & philosophy
“i feel your hair tickling me,” she said. “do something like what? am i getting slutty for whatever we’re doing?”
“feels like heaven, no?” noor teased back, grabbing the ends of her hair so she could swat at the top of sunny’s ear, “you’re always telling me about adventures so, this one’s up to you. you’re the lead today.”
“ah, spring. the beginning of snotmas,” he chuckles, glancing up toward the ceiling as if he’ll be able to see the sun through all the many, many floors. he checks his watch next, doing some quick calculations in his head – he should be doing more work this afternoon. should – but how can he resist such a sweet demand? “what did you have in mind?”
“something like that,” noor replied, the small smile never leaving her face while she almost rocked on her feet, waiting for the other to debate on her offer, “i dunno, but we can definitely figure it out,” she nodded toward the lobby’s exit, “but i can promise we will get food and possibly italian ice — whatever your preference. i’m good company.” she bragged.
Walking out of his office to see Noor standing at the front desk is not something Wyatt expects to happen, that’s for sure. He’s speaking to somebody on the phone, over Bluetooth, but it doesn’t take him long to make a polite ending to the call with a promise to phone back later on to finish up the discussion. He just stands there for a few moments afterwards, taking her in, and noting that she’s got one of his shirts that had mysteriously gone ‘missing’ tucked under her arm. It’s borderline painful that he kind of wants to smile at that, a mixture of emotions welling up in him that he wants very much to keep buried. Gesturing for her to follow him, Wyatt turns to head back into his office. “If we’re going to do this, I’d like some modicum of privacy.”
her small smile fell as he spoke, nodding in response since there was really no need for one. fidgeting with one of the buttons as she followed along the familar path to his office, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this wasn’t in her best intentions. she could have just left the shirt on the knob of his apartment door, but there she was — trying to rack between excuses to keep him and lies to release him. goosebumps were on earthy toned skin as the door was shut behind them, usually being one for words or pleasantries but not today. “sorry for showing up here, i just figured you blocked my number so —” excuses, noor, “i wanted to bring you your shirt and... well, i dunno, get closure? see you?” it wasn’t a question, but for once she was hesitating.
clark: makes this a little easier tbh . no offense . you’re beautiful but i’m doomed and all that .
clark: but theo ? have you met him ?
NOOR: poor baby do u need flirt training?
NOOR: yes. theo.
NOOR: and yes. i’ve talked to him a few times too. heart throb, truly. makes me all school girl.
maybe it was petty, maybe it was subconscious, knowing it was the only place she could corner him, and it was definitely selfish. she held a button down under her arm that only had just been dug from her laundry, making her way up the elevator and to wyatt’s workspace. she had been only a few times before, to meet him for lunch or pick him up from work. those memories seemed fleeting now, her heart beat teasing her as she waited at the front desk.
“alright, i’m giving in,” noor spoke as she sat on luci’s couch, “i’m gonna let you take my weed virginity. but i swear to god, if i start bugging out — you better keep me confined. i will not have my reputation at mulberry tarnished by what i may do high.” she shifted slightly, her lower lip being squeezed between her teeth as she thought a bit more, “okay — yeah, let’s do it... why are you looking at me like that?”
“hey, aren’t you from my building?” noor spoke as she caught up to the other on the street. a dozen extra degrees in baltimore, and people were acting as if it was already spring, “why don’t we walk back together? it’s still a few blocks — or are you walking to your car?” her head tipped slightly as she eyed around like she would know this strangers car if she sw it. she couldn’t help but invade people with her presence, and usually it came out well but not everyone liked her energy.
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