The Obsessive Dilettante

gentlesleaze:

The Rosvolio Drawing Saga from 1.04

silvertons:

You don’t know, do you? You don’t know that he died here, in this room. That the servants dragged his body in off the street, and he bled on this floor until he was dead. That my mother and my sister and I cried over him as he died, that my cousins went out and murdered three of yours for vengeance? Does none of this sound even vaguely familiar?