who: @ferihas where: feriha’s residence. when: march.
a place has feelings, whether they go acknowledged or not; a place is a person, mirroring back the individual who resides inside. and feriha’s home is not an exception. jane walks slowly through the entrance, trying to catch details they may have missed their first visit -- photographs, paintings, favorite spots, the way the light hits corners, anything, anything, anything at all. this is a house that does and does not belong to feriha; this is a house that speaks of a legacy, of a family, of a rich girl with too much.
( this, then, is familiar. figuring out a way for those with too much to share a little, willingly, with the wide-eyed stare of belief as their guide. )
“and how have you been, miss demir?” they try not to stare, but how can they help themself? they stare at everything -- the expanse of it all. it is like staring into the hungry mouth of a creature all too eager for them both. and, last of all, they stare at feriha. how might one have so much and still end up haunted? “are you frightened?”