he’s still set in his eighteenth-century ways , watches those from a new era ( ever focused on the tiny , flickering screens in their hands ) with something akin to curiosity. malice flickers in eyes , bonaparte lets his chin rest on folded hands . “ you think we need to make them believe in ghosts again ? regardez ! ”
he points , translucent hands indicating a young gentleman boasting to friends , “ ce jeune anglais over there would make an excellent victim , don’t you think so ? ” // @clarethrone liked.
