she likes being looked at, but she doesn't like being seen. the latter is always more intimate between the two. perfect in every sense, from the moment she was born, head to toe, even now, after a series of family misfortunes, she knows that there's an image that she must uphold. saintly woman, virgin girl, miss heart of gold, it makes her stomach turn, but here , under the guise of night, she gets to be someone else. maybe herself. in the worst shape and form. know this, her decay has never been physical. â   god  ,   â she coughs, realizing that she's been caught as smoke slips past her lips. â   this thing is ... awful.    âÂ
freya was a naturally curious person - though most people would call her behavior nosy, which really wasn't out of line. she was nosy, she just wasn't willing to admit it. because who would admit that? though her decision to approach rowena really isn't born out of curiosity, rather a need for a lighter. "fortunately i've got my own," she holds up the pack of cigarettes, "can i get a light?"







