[ faith's room isn't entirely empty, but it's not a homey place, either. bed to sleep in, place to put some books, a tv, and a rack to hang an astonishingly sparse amount of clothing fill the small space. don't even ask about the bathroom. a towel and some paper's all she needs.
bare bulbs are draped in pillowcases to diffuse the bright light, but that's the extent of her attempt to make it comfortable. there's a bean bag with a faith-shaped dent in it facing the tv, with about a year's worth of wear to it.
faith shrugs, trying to personify indifference. her fear speaks in place of confidence these days, a watered-down mimicry that references the out-of-focus pictures of a faith who has her shit together. terrified that elena can see the truth. ]
there are demons and they’ll spit you out better wear a mask and stay indoors
bare bulbs are draped in pillowcases to diffuse the bright light, but that's the extent of her attempt to make it comfortable. there's a bean bag with a faith-shaped dent in it facing the tv, with about a year's worth of wear to it.
faith shrugs, trying to personify indifference. her fear speaks in place of confidence these days, a watered-down mimicry that references the out-of-focus pictures of a faith who has her shit together. terrified that elena can see the truth. ]
Just feeling cooped up. It's not a big.