if i had to describe the feeling i had while reading this, i wouldn't know where to begin.
as soon as i started this, i knew maximin would be the one to die. it was hauntingly beautiful in the way it's foreshadowed, all the way until the revolution. seeing the final painting made me SOB. anf don't get me started on the side stories; a man who jean knew was destined to die and *was* actively dying, embracing him in a dream where all that remains is a figment of what he was like, and not a real conversation. that killed me. jean will always have an idolized imprint of him since his death, and he will slowly fade from his memory. its so fucking tragic.
if i had to describe the feeling i had while reading this, i wouldn't know where to begin.
as soon as i started this, i knew maximin would be the one to die. it was hauntingly beautiful in the way it's foreshadowed, all the way until the revolution. seeing the final painting made me SOB. anf don't get me started on the side stories; a man who jean knew was destined to die and *was* actively dying, embracing him in a dream where all that remains is a figment of what he was like, and not a real conversation. that killed me. jean will always have an idolized imprint of him since his death, and he will slowly fade from his memory. its so fucking tragic.
kill me ┗( T﹏T )┛