My song will soothe you

“Because no one will explore them with me. I am sad.”

Natalia wiggled Eliza’s foot. “Why can’t you explore them yourself? You aren’t scared, are you? Do you think the Phantom is going to come get you?”

“Exploring by myself would be boring.” Eliza huffed and flexed her toes. “If the Phantom were real at least he’s be half-decent company.”

Natalia shook her head. “I wouldn’t say he would be very good company, at least for you. Much too spooky.” She gave Eliza’s foot another poke before letting out a sigh. “If you really want me to I can go with you”

Eliza sat up fast, grinning. "An adventure, than? To find the fabled Phantom who so haunts our hallowed halls?"

Eliza is just. Laying dramatically on a chair in the dressing room, her legs and head hanging off either end. She looks as if she thinks she’s dying. “We don’t do anything fun here. It’s all work and no play and I’ve never considered myself a dull boy before but now I fear I’ll start writing “red rum” everywhere.“ Heavy sigh.

Natalia poked her head in the door, raising an eyebrow. “What an odd thing to decide to write everywhere. I don’t imagine that some people would be happy if they found that on the walls. I can’t say I would care if you did, I’m just looking out for you.” She stepped into the room, going over to Eliza and giving her foot a poke

“Nat, you don’t understand,” Eliza groaned, foot twitching. “I might actually be dying. Of boredom. For real.”

Natalia shook her head, giving her foot another poke. “That’s highly unlikely. If you’re bored why don’t you do something? There are a lot of places in this building that you could explore”

“Because no one will explore them with me. I am sad.”

Natalia wiggled Eliza’s foot. “Why can’t you explore them yourself? You aren’t scared, are you? Do you think the Phantom is going to come get you?”

"Exploring by myself would be boring." Eliza huffed and flexed her toes. "If the Phantom were real at least he's be half-decent company."

Eliza is just. Laying dramatically on a chair in the dressing room, her legs and head hanging off either end. She looks as if she thinks she’s dying. “We don’t do anything fun here. It’s all work and no play and I’ve never considered myself a dull boy before but now I fear I’ll start writing “red rum” everywhere.“ Heavy sigh.

Natalia poked her head in the door, raising an eyebrow. “What an odd thing to decide to write everywhere. I don’t imagine that some people would be happy if they found that on the walls. I can’t say I would care if you did, I’m just looking out for you.” She stepped into the room, going over to Eliza and giving her foot a poke

“Nat, you don’t understand,” Eliza groaned, foot twitching. “I might actually be dying. Of boredom. For real.”

Natalia shook her head, giving her foot another poke. “That’s highly unlikely. If you’re bored why don’t you do something? There are a lot of places in this building that you could explore”

"Because no one will explore them with me. I am sad."

If you had to give one person in the theater a kiss, who would you choose?

I refuse to answer that question

(it’s me)

Oh, dear HOW did you know?

[just grinning, no words]

Eliza is just. Laying dramatically on a chair in the dressing room, her legs and head hanging off either end. She looks as if she thinks she’s dying. “We don’t do anything fun here. It’s all work and no play and I’ve never considered myself a dull boy before but now I fear I’ll start writing “red rum” everywhere.“ Heavy sigh.

Natalia poked her head in the door, raising an eyebrow. “What an odd thing to decide to write everywhere. I don’t imagine that some people would be happy if they found that on the walls. I can’t say I would care if you did, I’m just looking out for you.” She stepped into the room, going over to Eliza and giving her foot a poke

"Nat, you don't understand," Eliza groaned, foot twitching. "I might actually be dying. Of boredom. For real."

If you had to give one person in the theater a kiss, who would you choose?

I refuse to answer that question

(it's me)

Eliza is just. Laying dramatically on a chair in the dressing room, her legs and head hanging off either end. She looks as if she thinks she's dying. "We don't do anything fun here. It's all work and no play and I've never considered myself a dull boy before but now I fear I'll start writing "red rum" everywhere." Heavy sigh.

Do you have a Valentine this year?

Nah, I don't.

What's the craziest thing that you've done for a part?

“Ah, to be honest, I’ve never really tried out for anything since maybe high school… mm, but I guess the oddest thing I did was to try bringing in every prop I could think of, just in case the audition required one.” He looks a bit sheepish about admitting it.

The craziest thing you've done is be over prepared. I punched the casting director. This is how I know you're a squishy cinnamon roll.

#protect the child

What is your weirdest habit?

Ah… strangest habit? Well, I suppose I do have this odd habit of eating my food evenly… does that make sense? I have to get even balanced bites on my spoon or fork every time!

Sweetie

I’m sorry

But what

#that’s adorable #precious neurotic nerd baby

“I can hear you mumbling over there!” Feliciano whines, his cheeks scarlet. “I am not neurotic!” he protests, although apparently he doesn’t take offense to being called a nerd.

“What? I don’t know what you mean.” Eliza replied, blinking innocently. “Are you feeling alright, dear?”

#i just want to wrap him up in a blanket oh my god#he’s like a little puffy kitten#god bless

“Eliza,” Feliciano whined softly, cheeks burning. “You’re still doing it! I can hear much better than I see, you know!” he huffs. “…but I guess being compared to a kitten is a compliment, so grazie~!” he adds, with a sheepish laugh.

Eliza laughed, wrapping Feliciano in a big hug and kissing his cheek. “You’re welcome. It’s not like I’m lying, anyways.”

+heck yesssSSSSSS +gonna hug the shit out of this guy +smol cinnamon bun +my child

“Cara, I can hear you,” Feliciano laughs next, hugging her back and kissing her cheek in return. “G-Grazie- nn, you’ll make me turn red at this rate.” But it was too late, Feliciano was already flustered and pink.

“Good! You should hear all the compliments.” Eliza showered his face with kisses, laughing.

+you’re such a precious guy +love you to death omg

“Sciocca,” Feliciano manages to laugh, cheeks pink under the barrage of kisses. “Love you too. But let me goooo, we have work to do!”

"Mmm, nope, I don't think so." Eliza snickered and continued to hug Feli.

language-of-the-flowers

What do you think of Valentine's Day?

❀ || “I think it’s a very adorable holiday… along with White Day.”

#i had to delete all the reblogs it was getting too long ;;;;;

"Oh! Sakura, you know what? I should get you something for Valentine's Day so on White Day you can give me something! We should give each other spa trips." Eliza looks serious even though she's giggling.

At least we’re in agreement about that. [she seems highly amused]

So that letter the theater got…. Is it just me or does that description sound like Feliciano?

Huh. I’m guessing that’s the part for him that whatstheirface mentioned. Any idea what the whole code is missing thing is about?

…Also, how the fuck did they get that onstage and turn on the lights with no one noticing?

Noooope. The character they describe just sounds a lot like Feli, that’s all I know.

[Eliza shrugs] No clue. Honestly I was distracted by, uh….

[carefully and inconspicuously locks her phone]

Stuff.

[Arthur raises an eyebrow.] Liz.

What are you looking at.

[Not so much a question as an exasperated demand.]

Your face. Obviously. We’re having a conversation it’d be rude not to be.

But what was there. [Pointing to her phone.] Are you helping this mystery person, Liz?

I’m actually insulted and I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing.

Insulted? It was a compliment to your craftiness, but if you choose to take it as an insult, know that I do not give compliments often.

I appreciate it

But if I were helping this mystery person I would just give up their identity to be honest

So you’re bad with secrets. Huh. Duly noted, never tell Liz secret things.

No no no, I didn’t say that, I just said there’s no point in this being a secret.

…Honestly, I’m just sitting here thinking “Gaston Leroux did it first,” but. As long as they don’t steal any hypothetical teenaged sopranos we get, why not let whoever it is be a cheeky little snot.

Oh? And what if they steal some of our older cast members?

You wouldn't happen to have a little crush on anyone around here, would you?

Anonymous, I request one task of you, and of anyone else. Please Google “Francis Bonnefoy.” (Or “François Bonnefoy” for extra cedilla flavor.) Look at my fiance. Gaze upon his freakishly perfect hair and ocean-blue eyes and realize just how obvious the answer is.