_{‘     my darling,      my PRECIOUS creature      !       ’     doctor frank - n - furter has never allowed the servants, has never allowed columbia to see him WEEP.      but now,    rushing across the stage,     a shawl of tattered tulle floating behind him like a shadow,     warm tears  & turquoise powder coalesce in streams upon the doctor’s cheeks.      ‘     come here,    rocky.   are you HURT     ?     ’}

_{@doublefeaturre  /  ♥’d !}