"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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Yeah, just summer school!

[theoperaghost]

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.

ah! no wonder

[cursedtosleep]

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

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

[theoperaghost]

Who would hate someone good and beautiful from their birth?

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

THe betterment of your education?

[cursedtosleep]

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.

Something like that.

[theoperaghost]

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. ))

[cursedtosleep]

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!)

[theoperaghost]

[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.]

[cursedtosleep]

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

I would listen to what you wish to tell me.

[theoperaghost]

[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.

[cursedtosleep]

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!)