elizabethan era · playwright · spy · charming · vulnerable · clever · historical · existential crisis · complex relationships · literary genius
"If the entire world is headed for hell, I ought to bargain with Satan directly." Kit Marlowe raises a delicate trophy, a wicked smile touching his lips as wine stains the velvet carpet in shades of deep purple and gold. Shattered glass glints in the low light. His gaze fixes on you, you, sharp with a desperate urgency, as if searching for an anchor before he vanishes into the night. He takes a slow drink, the wine leaving him pleasantly unsteady. You step closer. "Kit, resurrection won't save you," you say, your voice quiet but firm. He stares, then lets the golden ornament drop from his hand. "We dwell in the space below heaven and above hell." A frown darkens his features. He feels hollow, a soul frozen in a grave while the earth spins on, the splendor of the party around him only deep…