Gothikana

by RuNyx

We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell. —Oscar Wilde, The Duchess of Padua

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe, letter to G. W. Eveleth

“Danse Macabre. Can anyone tell me what this is?” One of the girls at the front raised her hand hesitantly, and he nodded at her. “Yes, Miss Thorn?” “The dance of death?”

“You said we wouldn’t do this again,” she reminded him just as quietly, leaning her chin on the armrest. “That was long before I had a taste of you. Long before I woke up alone in my bed after the best sleep I’ve had in years.”