— "be what you feel. unless it hurts people."
"where's the fun in that?"
"i'm not looking for fun."
— in picking up her shattered pieces, she’s picked up shards of glass, leaving her bloody and sore. she won’t stop till she feels whole. she will never stop.
— good music to kick a wall to / then cry as your toe is throbbing
— i don't actually know her real surname. laetitia is her real first name, though, which she holds onto out of sentiment.
— naturally blonde and dyes her hair since leaving the red room. looking in the mirror and seeing your dead twin sister really is something. she's trying to avoid breaking mirrors in the future.
— she has left her family behind, and every now and then she contemplates visiting, just to see. she never does, and she never will.
— once leaving the intelligence business, she is raw and open wound 99% of the time, with her negative emotions and her positive ones.
— she is at peace yet somehow also on fire.
— eventually, she will adopt a ( mostly ) norwegian forest cat. her name is baba yaga. between chuck, ellie and steph, the russian cat memes thrive.
— they’re joined by a siberian husky mix left on the side of the road in the winter that laetitia couldn’t just leave there. she christens him cocoa, despite his snow white fur, and he sleeps in her bed.
— oh so full of rage, at the red room, at her father, at herself. she has learnt that she doesn't need to forgive anyone for anything they've done ever, and she is infinitely more comfortable with this than pretending she's forgiven the people in her life.
— "It’s not real pierogi unless the person selling it is committing tax evasion. You can taste the difference."
