writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page
I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.
Oh, what a title to bear!? But I made a thing for you, anon.
Here’s the pretty scene what took a place in Palais Royal (from The Vampire Lestat, part V: The Vampire Armand), first thing what came up to my mind since I couldn’t think about anything original.
I love those two idiots.
I had tears in my eyes when I reread that part after a long time oh my god