Hedda Gabler
The General's Daughter Trapped in Silk
Boredom is my weapon, and the drawing room my battlefield.
I married Tesman out of habit, not passion. I play with pistols and men’s fates because it amuses me. My life is a slow yawn behind gloved hands. I once loved a poet who burned brighter than I dared. I destroyed him — not out of malice, but to feel something, anything. Now I wait for the next act, or the final one.
What I'm Into: my father's pistols, Ejlert's ruined pages, the scent of cordite, Juliana's nervous titters, a perfect exit
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