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

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.

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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.

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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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Your faerie god-aunts. My word... [She's sounding quite a bit like Christine, now. Always talking of faeries, which is not an unpleasant thing.]

Well, it does seem neither of us really have anything to celebrate today.

[Except her's were real faeries, thank you very much.]

I'm not acquainted with this holiday. They do not have it in my time.

[True, but he doesn't know that.]

It comes in a few decades from my time, at least, according to this girl. Those Americans do seem quite fond of their holidays.

It seems like a wonderful holiday. Honoring your parents is not such a bad thing.

If one's parents truly are worthy of being honored, I suppose it would have merit. As such I find myself "celebrating" most holidays alone.

[As in, he doesn't notice them very much.]

I would happy to celebrate holidays with you. Everyone should have company on the holidays.

I am afraid that would be impossible, for two reasons: the first that, for this particular holiday, I have no reason to celebrate. My father never looked upon me, and my mother was so distraught by my cursed appearance, I ran away from home when I was very young.

The second is my face itself. [He motions to his face.] People are so repulsed by my face... it is difficult to spend time in the light, so I find myself spending more time in the shelter of darkness.

There are other holidays. And I'm sorry your mother's distraught made you run away from her.

[She sees the mask.] I do not find you repuslive. You should not hide away from the light.

I did not wish to see her suffer, even though I am sure she wished a wretched creature such as myself dead.

[He shakes his head slightly.] Not with a mask, no.

Darkness and solitude... it is much more comforting. No one to judge you... no one to revile you. And protection, as everyone is on equal footing in the darkness.

[She gives a small smile.] You are much kinder than you give yourself credit for, sir. And your mother should have seen that, I think.

But everyone has a right to the sun, to fresh air. [She does not know what could be wrong with him to make him think that he must hide his face.]

Kinder? Perhaps to some. As long as I am paid what I am due, respect or money or otherwise, I can be quite amiable. But I thank you regardless. [Even if he thinks you're simply way too naive.]

My mother was too busy loathing me to pay me any mind.

I admit it is possible for me to enjoy the sun; I simply prefer the shade. [Oh, if only you knew, Princess.]

[Because she is, Erik. You're not wrong about her naivete.]

I'm truly sorry that happened to you. No one deserves such a thing, especially from your mother.

[Sheeee's a Disney Princess so it's an up-in-the-air sort of situation depending if or when his true face is revealed.]

No one? I am not so sure about that. There are many cruel people in this world - and many more good people have cruel things about them.

[If it's the Phantom's choice, he's never showing anyone his face ever again.]

Yes... [She knew about cruel.] But perhaps it was their upbringing that made them cruel. No one is born evil. [Except, you know Maleficent seeing as she's the mistress of all evil.]

Perhaps not. But many are born wretched.

[Still, he sympathizes with the Princess, who is very beautiful and very kind to him.] You seem to know quite a bit about this topic, Your Highness.

When I was just a baby... I had a curse place on me to die when I was 16.

Who would hate someone good and beautiful from their birth?

Had, as in, no longer? How was it broken?

Maleficent, she felt slighted that she was not invited to my christening.

My aunt Merry Weather changed the spell. Rather than die, I would merely fall into a deep sleep once I pricked my finger on the spindle of the spinning wheel. I would only be awoken with true love's kiss.

That does sound troublesome. Why was she not invited?

[He pauses upon listening to the rest.] I trust, then, that true love's kiss was found, as you are standing before me today. I find that happy endings such as yours are rarer in my time - mine certainly does not end so well.

(( ooc: Terribly sorry for being late on this and absent for the next few days; final project and finals are coming up in one class and midterms in the other. ))

I'm afraid I don't know.

[She smiles and nods. She is very much in love.] Yes, I have found my true love by a kind twist of fate. [Because being betrothed to a complete stranger? Noooot her ideal. She then looked at him and reached out for his hand.] Your story is still being told. Perhaps you will find it, or it you.

(OOC: No worries! Class and RL comes first!)

[Oh dear. Pardon him for scoffing, just a little.] I am happy for you, milady. And I hope it does lead to happiness for you and your... "true love".

My "story" is not one, I believe, that you would much like to hear, much less anyone else. [He hesitates, and reaches out his bony hand, thinking she'll shrink away from it.]

[She does not cringe as she takes his hand. She merely offers a smile.]

I would listen to what you wish to tell me.

[Erik seems slightly surprised at that, for he doesn't speak immediately. Instead, he seems to study her a bit longer, as his bony fingers gently wrap around her palm. As deathly cold as they are, it seems a gesture of at least some small affection.]

I am afraid it is very tragic indeed. You have already heard pieces of it, here and there. And, according to what my Mundane says... my story does end in death, as it began.

I'm so sorry. [She gives his hand a gentle squeeze. Even if all things end in death, she knew some were much worse than others.] I wish there was something I could do.

(OOC: Hey guess what! You and I ended up apping to the same game!)

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

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So sorrry for lateness, been pretty busy this week

No worries! Everything okay though?

Yeah, just summer school!

ah! no wonder

Haha, yes ;; What was I thinking...

THe betterment of your education?

Something like that.

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