Oct 29, 2007 21:07
It was all a blur. A dizzying, nonsensical waltz into madness and then -- nothing. One final dance before the darkness. One last kiss before he could slip into peaceful, uncomplicated death.
When Rudolf opened his eyes, the sun was shining on the deck. He blinked and shielded his eyes against it -- surely this wasn't his friend had mentioned, even if it had only been vague comments made in passing. Death couldn't be on a boat.
Typist: Archduke Rudolf, Crowned Prince of Austria, Hungary, and Bohemia. From the musical Elisabeth. Taken post-death and extremely confused.
elisabeth,
death,
rudolf,
olive ostrovsky