The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love... everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt...
"One last announcement before I allow this celebration to officially start, I would like to introduce you to our new patron... Count Lucas Alard"
A patron? And also a count?! his rage suddenly increased as he remembered Raoul and how he took his beloved Christine away from him. How he had charmed her away but only saw her once she sang while he had seen her grow.
His eyes landed on the man and then at Morgana as they looked at each other. One hand turned into a fist and started to shake as he tried to take deep breaths. He couldn't understand why he cared so much.
What if the count wins her over? What does it matter? He was handsome and young and rich... Before he knew it, he found himself storming off through the passageways and down to his lair, unable to think.
How he hated that once his eyes had landed on a woman when his heart had started to beat and a small hope started to exist it was then when a handsome count would show up. Angry he sat in front of his organ and let his anger being taken upon the keys.
He still hadn't composed nor he could yet but he did find it effective to take his anger on his beloved organ than on his cave. He had broken too many stuff and he had spilt too much ink during one of his outburst.
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Two weeks after the grand opening and the Opera was back on track. Every night it was a full house and after it a smaller this time celebration between the cast members and a few rich men.
Then, the production stopped as Christmas arrived and then, of course, they had to prepare for the masquerade of the New Year Celebration.
Even until the night of the masquerade, the Opera Populaire was filled with music and dances; alcohol and many gossips on ballerinas and sponsors. Everyone was having fun, everyone but a lonely Phantom that had locked himself inside his lair.
However, despite battling with his inner demons, the sudden news and the voice of his nightingale that echoed throughout the Opera; he had made a plan. He wouldn't let the count win this time.
Oh no, this time he would play his cards better.
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Morgana and Arthurian were in the former's room. Dressed already in their costumes and simply chatting about the latter's trip.
"I cannot believe you are leaving in 2 days, Rian"
"Well, Mor, I have to you know. But I will be back for sure. This place is so much fun and the gossip and the wine"
The two women laughed when there was a knock at the door before Meg walked into the room.
"Meg! Oh, you look beautiful!" the dirty blond woman said and motioned with her finger for the ballerina to do a twist around herself.
She was dressed in a beautiful ballerina costume from reproduction the Swan Lake. Her skirt was fluffy and barely covering her rear, high white stockings, a long-sleeved white tight shirt with the exposed collarbone. A plain white-masked with fake white feathers at the side was on her right hand and she used it to hide the blush on her cheeks from the comment.
"Both of you look stunning as well" she replied as the two friends stood up and did a circle around themselves.
Morgana a strapless purple corset with black plant veins on the front and lace around the chest, finishing with a black ribbon in the middle. At the bottom, a black skirt was connected to it.
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