he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume there is fire in his eyes and ice in his veins but you love him anyway for he is a star burning with the light of a thousand suns
"Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long."
"And then I'd spend about an hour, my room darkening around me, wondering what the hell happened to make me so unsure of who I even was. Because who you are is supposed to be the easiest question in the world to answer, right? Only for me it hadn't been easy for a very long time. Maybe it never was."
"At moments I felt lonely with him; at others, never so excitedly at peace. And what had there been since then? Nothing quite the same. Everything in some way melancholy, frantic or foredoomed."
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MISC;
1863 - WAR LETTER;
1864 - FOUNDER BALL REGISTRY;
1922 - JOURNAL;
1920'S - VICTIMS;
( full list of names here )
1914 - 2017 - BOARDING HOUSE;
THE ROOMS;
THE ENTRANCE HALL
THE LIBRARY
THE LIVING ROOM
THE KITCHEN/INFORMAL DINING ROOM
THE FORMAL DINING ROOM
DAMON'S BEDROOM
STEFAN'S BEDROOM;
a video backstage tour