"Father's" Day bandwagon, also icons and musings

[theoperaghost]

So very kind of you to finally give me icons with which to express myself. I dare say if that kind woman had not sent you some, you would have never had the motivation. And please, spare me your excuses - "proper schooling" is not really all that "proper". Stifling the imagination and morbid curiosity in favor of creating more like-minded simpletons hardly seems like an ideal practice. And you have stated yourself, "in this economy, it's unlikely I'll even get a job". Why do you pour money, then, into something which will give you nothing in return for your investment? Curious.

...

I am growing tired of your jokes about "posting" with me on Father's Day. This day does not exist in my time and will not for several decades. As for Christine Daaé, and I am her teacher, not her father. A father figure perhaps, but, that is of little import.

...

You are honestly beginning to make me regret granting you my Voice. I am not certain creating another account for me would be wise, seeing as how you have blurred many of the lines between the movie adaption and the book, as it is. There cannot be two Angels of Music.

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Couldn't resist...

[cassie_of_troy]

There are doubtlessly an infinite number of Angels of Music in this place. That is how these things go.

WELL THIS ISN'T... AWKWARD...

[theoperaghost]

As far as she is aware, there are no others. However, I was specifically referring to her... "headspace", assuming that is what it is called. I am sure we would get along as much as I get along with that wretched bella diva Carlotta.

[cassie_of_troy]

You don't strike me as the type to get along with anyone.

[theoperaghost]

I have friends, madam, they are simply few and far between. I am rather choosy when it comes to the quality of my friends: those whom I can trust. There are many I once trusted who have betrayed me, and thus, I have cut ties with them.

[cassie_of_troy]

I cannot fault you for that.

[cursedtosleep]

Sometimes a mentor can act as a father figure, don't you think?

[theoperaghost]

[Oh, it's the princess, hello~]

It is possible, I suppose. I have no direct knowledge of this, as I raised myself.

[cursedtosleep]

Oh! I'm so sorry. But you did very well, raising yourself. I did not grow up knowing my father until I was 16.

[theoperaghost]

It is of little concern; what's done is done.

And yet you knew your mother?

[cursedtosleep]

I didn't know either of my parents. I was raised by my faerie god-aunts.

[lover_boy]

Is it truly so horrible to have a daughter?

[theoperaghost]

It is not. But I doubt I shall ever have a wife, let alone progeny. I would not wish to inflict my curse upon any children. [He fingers his mask, only for a brief moment, before continuing.]

I would much rather my student think of me as a suitor than as a father.

[lover_boy]

The Gods will find you a wife my friend. And when they do your progeny will be breathtaking.

[theoperaghost]

Oh, I do very much doubt that, m'sieur. The Gods did not plan for me; otherwise they would have not made a thing so hideous to the senses. I very much doubt they have planned for me a wife, seeing as the love of my life has rejected me, and only she was able to withstand the sight of my deformity.

... though, it would not be so terrible, to have a wife. I have longed for companionship for quite some time.

[lover_boy]

The Gods plan for all things my friend. Sometimes we don't understand their logic, but there is always a reason for what happens. I've spent many long years away from my beloved Penelope. My kingdom is plagued by suitors that destroy the land and ravage my kingdom, but still I will not lose hope of returning one day. I know the Gods will only give us what we can bare and this long road back will only make me stronger. You will find your wife my friend, you just need to keep confidence in yourself and the Gods.

[timederp]

...I can't see the joke.

[Hey Erik, have a time traveling familess preteen.]

[theoperaghost]

It is a poor one, if that; it's best not to pay much attention to her terrible attempts at humor.

[Hey Homura, have a parentless assassin.]

[timederp]

At least you know she is terrible. Mine is simply odd.

[Sup assassin, can you kill fluffy white cat things?]

[theoperaghost]

Are not all the muns of this place odd?

[Pffff, he ain't touchin' Kyubey with a ten foot pole. Fifteen, maybe.]

[timederp]

There are places within her mind I do not wish to tread.

[Chicken~!]

[nomatteryourmask]

You are more than a father figure, don't you think so.

[theoperaghost]

Christine...

[His expression softens instantly upon seeing her.]

... I dare not presume your feelings towards me, miss Daaé. But, I am glad to hear it.

[nomatteryourmask]

Erik...

[A soft smile.]

I would not have kissed you if I had thought of you as no more than a friend.

[theoperaghost]

[He can't help himself; he advances toward her and pulls her into an embrace.]

This I am very glad to hear.

[nomatteryourmask]

[She's a bit surprised at suddenly being held, but she leans into Erik's arms and smiles.]

I am sure. You are doing well?