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[ashenice]

So it is a masquerade that Christine has asked me to attend. It is fitting, isn't it? For it is the only place where I can freely show my face without frightening some unsuspecting soul

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[iron_countess]

Ai, a tortured soul! What ails your spirit that the caress of the wind and the fragrance of flowers couldn't heal? What requiems your heart mourns still?

[ashenice]

I am a monster, unworthy of walking above the earth, unfit for love and companionship.

[iron_countess]

Harsh words are unwelcome to my ears. The weight of your sorrow must be strong, as if belonging to one who has only known loneliness.

If you don't hide, you could find a companion or a friend. I don't give counsel, I just state the possibility.

Don't let the darkness of the night cover the light of the stars, Elbereth's mantle of hope.

[ashenice]

I was abandoned, raised in a traveling show and now live within the bowels of an opera house. I have known nothing but loneliness all of my life.

And then an angel appeared. For she is an angel, all beauty and light, who has saved me as I never dreamed I could be saved. And yet... she can never love me. Not as hideous as I am.

[iron_countess]

A terrible life, but no suffering is given without bliss afterward. Or Nienna's tears for you shan't never dry!

How could the fëa be hideous? The beauty of the bodies in the mortal men hide in time but what makes you fair is your spirit.

[ashenice]

Suffering is all that I know. A wretch like me is not worthy for anything more.

The only beauty I can create is through my music. That, and only that, makes this life of mine worth living.

[iron_countess]

If your voice is fair, your fëa must shine as well. It was a song that weaved creation, a song that started to shape the world, the mountains, the seas and the hills.

The music of the beginning that most creatures have forgotten. The mortal men gifted with music are the most fortunate ones, they are closer to the divine than they think.