withered, once-beautiful matriarch: my, it sure is hot tonight in… the south.
smoulderingly handsome, reckless heir to the family estate: *leans on a doorframe* hot- yes, just like the heat of my repressed homosexuality and barely concealed rage.
Tag: decadence
‘Ah, leave the hills of Arcady, Thy satyrs and their wanton play, This modern world hath need of thee.’ Indeed it does. ‘Pan’ – by Oscar Wilde.
Aubrey Beardsley, unused cover design for Vol. V (April 1895) of The Yellow Book (source: victorianweb.org)
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