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Viscount Raoul De Chagny ([personal profile] dechagny) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains 2016-10-24 07:30 pm (UTC)

OTA

[...Okay what the hell. Raoul is...not impressed with the new decor. In fact, it's absolutely ridiculous to look at some of this, and frankly, the man's got a lot on his mind, more than just the past week's murder. When he sees the open doorway, though, it gives him pause. That wasn't there before, he's sure of it - but now it is.

Curiosity compels him to enter, and he finds himself in...another lobby. With doors to boxes, including...Box 5.

The sight of it stirs something in Raoul that he cannot name, and a gentle melody begins to play.]


There was a day before the shore
When the winds did howl
And red was bright
There was a time it was not blood
But a scarf, adrift
And I went into the sea
To fetch it...

And then I met her

I dreamed a night that has gone by
A night of song and dance and splendor
I dreamed her framed by candlelight
Her face aglow, and her touch tender
Both of us young and unafraid
We reminisced our past together
Our eyes drawn together, like moths to flame
A rose, an invitation I did give her

But she claimed she could not come
That Music's Angel she did worry
Would cast his hand down and deny
His favor that she somehow curried
She dreamed her father sent it lo
To bless her with a voice of beauty
I doubt it not, for I do know
A life of song's a Daae's duty
And still I dreamed I came to her
To revive our beloved friendship
But once I was ready, she had fled
With not a word to where she'd gotten

I dreamed a dream I saw Christine
So different from the night I spent here
So different now, but now I see
Perhaps life does follow what
I dreamed

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