"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.

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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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[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.

[theoperaghost]

It seems I have intrigued more than one of noble blood. Tell me, your kingdom?

You are much more... optimistic about the machinations of the Gods than I, m'sieur. It is only this. [And he lightly taps his mask with one finger.] I know what I am capable of; I judge not my talents so harshly. I have been said to have a soul for music. I sing well, and compose; I also design buildings, and build them; I am a master of illusions and sleights of hand, I can invent... I do have a great many talents of note.

[lover_boy]

I am Odysseus, king of Ithaca and a soldier lost at sea.

Then you are a man I would be proud to have in my kingdom or marry my daughter should I have one. A man is not judged based upon looks my friend but the deeds that are done in his lifetime.

[theoperaghost]

Odysseus? Yes, I have read of your tale. It is well known, where I come from.

But surely you judge the looks of a demon from a man, even if you do not judge between men themselves.

I am afraid, then, that you would not want me in your kingdom after all. For several years I was employed to the Shah-in-Shah of Persia. I helped make many people... how shall I put this... disappear, for His Excellency? Yes, I believe that is an excellent term. It is not as if I fought on a battlefield, as you have.

[lover_boy]

We all have our own battlefields on which we fight, and our own reasons for fighting them.

[theoperaghost]

You are a very trusting king, Your Highness. And you are very forgiving.

[lover_boy]

No more then most. Ithica is a strong and prosperous kingdom because I trust those that call it home and they trust in me. You have many merits of great value, you simply haven't learned to value them above what you feel are your worst traits.

[theoperaghost]

I suppose it is because I am reviled so often for my worst traits. I have grown accustomed to reviling them myself.

[lover_boy]

Then those you currently associate with are not worthy of you.