Farewell Wanderlust

Farewell Wanderlust

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    LECTURES 106
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    Chapitres 12
WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1h 2m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., déc. 22, 2025
"Goodbye to all my darkness, there's nothing here but light Adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night This here is not make-up, it's a porcelain tomb, And this here is not singing I'm just screaming in tune!" Eponine Dubois, daughter of a cellist, a dancer who doesn't enjoy the constriction of ballet, and a singer when she needs to let out the feelings she buries deep with herself. ~~~ When he joined in Eponine's music with his violin, he half-expected her to run away. But she stayed. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to be a part of her song. She continued singing, letting her heart spill out. He felt every wave that washed over him. He did not want to stay in the shadows any longer. He wanted to prove that someone was listening.
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In the Opera House, season flies by like a flock of swifts-days and nights folding over one another, passing and rising, tinted in gold and draped in crimson. Piece by piece, the world turns in opalescent tulle and the crooning of the singers, though, there is only one dancer that Erik finds himself enraptured by, both on stage and off; a pearl, hidden away in the creaking, breathing halls. So, when the stagehands grumble, and the goslings of the corps de ballet gossip, he finds himself awaiting-ever so patiently-the announcement of roles for a new performance, something he's adamant you execute. As he stares into the gentle waters of the lake, wings ragged, he sees more of himself in you than he'd like to admit-yet, he wonders, is not Lucifer permitted his dreams of angels? : ̗̀➛ Oneshot : ̗̀➛ Request from Tumblr

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