location. ⁺ common house.
"i hate to say it," untrue. "i could really go for a cigarette right now." or two. perched by a window letting the smoke curl while the stick burned. tongue swiped along her front teeth. as if the nicotine stain had been there. instead, a phantom taste drawn out from a craving. stella had puffed away at her pack of shame cigarettes within the first two days of being in arcadia. stress induced. panic. fear. all things in abundance that nicotine couldn't tame. "cigarettes and night conversations always paired well....with a glass of wine too —" luxuries all missed.
stella slid into the chair beside bastian. the common house was a hodgepodge of personalities — his was one she'd be fond of indulging. "you have a husband, right ?" too personal ? a sore spot ? stella slightly pursed her lips hoping it hadn't been an overstep. her family had all passed minus emery. stella had been thankful to have her sister around, surely, but in this capacity of fighting for survival ... it wasn't ideal.
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