The Dolls of New Albion

For a school essay

And all you love does not love you

This is my first contribution to the fandom

photo credit: Annie Bertram

In the movement, loa live within our hands In the movement, our voodoo opens other lands In the movement, drugs and dance and spirits whirl In the movement – and we reject our father’s world In the movement, come and dance through the night In the movement, ridden by the blinding light At the crossroads and the barrow We have come to court the shadow

Annabel has a doll!

and everyone’s crazy

sighs i wish steampunk opera wasn’t so underrated

What if, when Priscilla inherited Jasper, he would spend his time telling his great-granddaughter about New Albion when he was alive, and about a captivating young woman he kissed before she was expelled?