IN WHICH ...
... Betty and Jess were the remains of old stars, still flickering with an old, dying light . From one still-beating heart's warmth to another, a world that had been in black and white could finally be washed in screa...
𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 ( taylor swift | folklore) " and i'm still a believer, but i don't know why i've never been a natural, all i do is try try try"
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SYNOPSIS !!
BEATRICE IRVINE WAS NOTHING IN HER SOUL, IF NOT A MIRRORBALL. Where Richard Papen had lost himself in his morbid obsession with the act of romanticism, Beatrice Irvine fell to a similar affliction. In rosy hues, she could reflect the minor parts of someone back into their blind eyes, never allowing them into the hollow innards of her slowly dying being. If they saw between the cracks between glass squares, they'd see straight through to the raw girl beneath, a star that had begun to burn itself down to the last remained embers of the wick.
