A young soprano named Y/n Kenobi becomes the obsession of a predatorial and murderous musical genius who lives beneath the Chandrila Opera House in Paris. When the Commander begins terrorizing the cast and crew while anonymously tutoring her, her ol...
A/n: Hello everybody! Today is July 20, 2021. I got my ears pierced (again), got my eyebrows waxed, and cleansed my soul with In-N-Out burger. But also I had a psychotic break last night and haven't slept in over 24 hours, so.
As Poe's feet hit the ground below him, he draws his sword, brandishing it at...himself. He's found himself in a brilliantly built maze, constructed out of mirrors. He begins spinning, searching for what's truly in front and what's behind.
The Commander stands behind him calmly.
As Poe swings the sword with his body, he finds no one behind him, only another mirror shattering at his tip.
Another glimpse of the Commander.
Another shattered mirror.
He's toying with him.
A firm hand grips Poe's shoulder and pulls him back. Before he can even swing, he finds Madame Organa pulling him away from the maze and into a small underground corridor, dimly lit by gas lamps thorugh the gloom.
"Madame Organa, wait!" Poe calls out.
"Monsiuer, I know no more than anyone else," she says, holding her hands up.
"That's not true," Poe says, planting his feet.
"Monsiuer, don't ask. There have been too many accidents," she says uneasily.
"Accidents? Please, Madame Organa, for all of our sakes." They have reached a door. Madame Organa casts a wary glance at him before opening the door, revealing her own flat.
"Very well," she agrees. "It was near 30 years ago. I was just a young woman, and I fell in love. With...Monsiuer Solo. Who was married at the time, and still is. It was a torrid love affair, but we simply couldn't help ourselves. It was exhilerating, being together. Our love for each other was strong, or at least, mine was.
"I discovered I was pregnant, and believed our love would be enough for things to be easier for us, that we could run off and live together happily. I was wrong. I told him I was with child, and he ran. He went back to his wife, and I disappeared for a year. I carried the child in secret, birthed in secret, and raised him in secret.
"That child is Kylo Ren. The Commander of the Opera. I've aided him to some extent, quite mainly only communication. I've never known of the murders or the plotted kidnappings, I swear," she explains, not looking at him once thorughout her entire explanation.
Poe sees her side, understands her, nodding solemnly. "He has known nothing else of life, except this Opera House. It was his playground and now his artistic domain. He's a genius! A genius and designer, a composer and a magician. He's a genius, Monsiuer."
"But, clearly, Madame Organa, as much as I regret to tell you, his genius has turned to madness," Poe says solemnly.
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I JUST REALIZED THIS SCORE IS THE MELODY FOR BENEATH THE MOONLESS SKY IN LOVE NEVER DIES, WHICH IS THE SEQUEL TO POTO HOLY CRAP
It's early, too early for anyone to be poking around the Opera House. Dawn has just barely to wake, only slight haziness and lamplights providing a source of light for the outside world. But alas, Y/n finds herself stuck with another sleepless night.
Looking around at the sleeping girls around her, she begins dressing herself in a black dress, cape, and veil, pinning her hair back. She creeps out of the dormintory, which is being guarded by Poe who apparently fell asleep in the chair.
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As she dresses, she is blissfully unaware of the striking pair of eyes watching her, which disappear as he approaches the cab driver below. Sneaking up behind him, the Commander hits him swiftly in the back of the head, knocking him out. He wraps his cloak over his face, which is inconspicious giving the cold
Y/n creeps down the stairs and out to the street below, purchasing a bouqet of roses as she hands some money to a taxi cab driver. "To my father's grave at the cemetary, please," she requests quietly, climbing in the back of the carriage, unaware of the driver's identity.
The Commander nods and urges the horses forward, the carriage lurching as they trot off. From the dormintories, Poe realizes that Y/n has gone, and rushes down to his own horse, half-dressed and a sleepy mess. He sets off after them, the head-start giving Y/n and the Commander a considerable advance.
The open carriage races down the snow-covered streets. The horse's hooves trot against the cobblestone, their noses smoking in the harsh cold. The driver, swathed in rich black, drives them on as Y/n leans back, the wind pressing her veil to her face like...a mask.
Her eyes flutter shut, thinking of the events that have happened to her. Unbenownst to her, she begins singing softly under her breath. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name..."
the way the music swells after this makes me so emotional eughghhhhhh
The Commander perks up, knowing on some level she's always aware of his presence. His tongue darts out between his lips at her divine voice, knowing she sings for him and for him only.
They arrive at a huge legendary cemetary shrouded in mist. A distant bell tolls in the background as Y/n climbs out, paying no attention to the carriage trotting away. She glides almost ethereally through the sea of crosses and mausoleums peeking up over the thick cloud.
"Little N/n thought of everything and nothing. Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her. Her father promised her..." She whispers harshly to herself, as if she were narrating her own events in such a way that highlights her involuntary stupidity.
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