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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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[littleblackcait]

..... fit for gloomy vaults? I didn't think you were one of those depressive drunks.... Well, snap out of it. You're not as hideous as you keep complaining to be, I promise. I just saw you yesterday, for crying out loud. Now quit pretending to be Vincent and go have some fun for a change!

[ashenice]

I beg your pardon? You sir, have never seen my face. Though I am surprised that you speak to me without fear. It is a rarity. You claim to know me, though I have never met you. Who are you?

[littleblackcait]

.... here we go again. Look, er... whoever you think you are, please trust me. And yes, I know what's under the mask and it's not scary- would you just get over it? Gaia, I think the whole city's gone batshit insane....

[ashenice]

My name is Erik, and I'm known throughout Paris as the Phantom of the Opera. No monsieur, I don't think you do. Not even my mother could tolerate my deformity.

[glowingrose]

... It's you again! The Phantom!

[ashenice]

You have heard of me?

[glowingrose]

We spoke when you came to this city.. remember? ..though I suppose it makes sense you wouldn't remember..

[ashenice]

I cannot remember. Though it is unbelievable that I would not remember you, mademoiselle. Very few voluntarily speak to me.

[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.