𝐈. 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓?

𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮

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₍ 𝖎. ₎ carrd. ₍ 𝖎𝖎. ₎ companion. ₍ 𝖎𝖎𝖎. ₎ other blog.

— 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐘, as introduced in gaston leroux's le fantôme de l'opéra and andrew lloyd webber's broadway adaptation, with due regard for the gothic genre. crossovers encouraged. as sponsored by doll, she / her, 21+.

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𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖘 . . . ghost stories. the knight in the fairytale, subverted at the behest of the gothic and the tragic. the archetypal love interest, envisioning literary figures à la vladimir lensky, mr bingley, and romeo. the freedom of the sea. hope & optimism in the dark. romanticizing romance. idealism & the quality of being a dreamer.

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bonjour here's a lil starter call 🌹

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raoul is the worst aristocrat ever and despite his brother's attempts, he is a snarky lil nuisane. let him get up to some shenanigans and he will.

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SANDITON (2019—)

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bonjour here's a lil starter call 🌹

[promptling]

CARMILLA by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado

did you realize he killed her off?

who reads an introduction?

i long for the door to open.

i did not know that it was possible.

i did not realize my soil was not salted.

she is already dead.

someone did lie there, the place is still warm.

lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.

the poor young lady is dead.

the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.

i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.

i forget the rest.

was ever a being so born to calamity?

i cannot, dare not, delay.

it would be so delightful.

where am i? what is this place?

how do you like our guest?

tell me about her.

how very odd to say all that!

i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.

how wonderful!

i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.

i could not forget your face.

i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.

if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.

i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.

i have never had a friend.

i shan't require assistance.

it is very hard to part with you.

young people like, and even love, on impulse.

heavens! if i had but known all!

your little heart is wounded.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.

what can you mean by this?

i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.

don't you perceive how discordant that is?

i think it very sweet.

you pierce my ears.

you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.

i don't trouble my head about peasants.

tell me nothing about ghosts.

i hope there is no plague or fever coming.

sit here, hold my hand.

that comes of strangling people with hymns!

i shall demand redress from him.

then you have been ill?

let us talk no more of it.

you would not wound a friend?

you are afraid to die?

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

are you glad i came?

how romantic you are.

i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.

i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.

is there a chill in the air?

it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.

i have been thinking of leaving you.

do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?

you do not know how dear you are to me.

i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.

how jealous i am you cannot know.

you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.

were you ever at a ball?

i was all but assassinated in my bed.

love will have its sacrifices.

no sacrifice without blood.

you see it now with your own eyes.

you must not plague me with questions.

you are not to trouble your head about it.

i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.

you puzzle me utterly.

i had no hope of meeting you so soon.

[toysoldeir]

*dusting off, removing cobwebs etc etc* what if I missed raoul, what then

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raoul: has completed three years of naval training including a world tour + is going on a dangerous expedition also raoul throughout the book: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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dynamics like this when ?

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I don’t think we’ve met yet. — @dryadologist.

the rain at the cusp of spring is a mischievous thing, coming and going as it pleases. the sound of it muffled inside the hall, where the lavish event was unfolding. at the behest of a light storm, the garden soirée had swiftly been rearranged inside, and the gardens themselves had been made treacherous, mud and petals covering the curving paths. the viscount rather enjoyed the sight of it; fresh air and the tinge of rain, the closest approximation to his sailing days that he was afforded amidst society...

❛ ah! ( head tilts with a smile, curious, as he turns to meet the man's gaze. he did not much enjoy idle chatter and rumour but one cannot help getting swept away by intrigue. if nothing else, he was glad for the opportunity at conversation steered away from the mundane matters he had been indulging all evening. ) so you do exist beyond the pages & footnotes of academia. i had begun to think you were mythical, sir. ❜ at this very moment, raoul almost regrets never having picked up the books he'd seen on the shelves, authored by the very man — interesting topics, from what cursory glances and skimming through passages divulged, though not ones his brother, the count de chagny, much approved of as far as appropriate literary material went.

❛ you are the professor they have all been talking about, no? ❜ he adds in quickly, realizing he had allowed enthusiasm to get ahead of him, without having been properly introduced. ❛ forgive me for robbing you of an introduction, i might have overheard some chatter earlier. ❜

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so many of your historical / historical fantasy muses are british ... and my lil french man is feeling quite attacked.

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monsieur please...

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oh i am so livid...

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a little starter call, if you will ♡

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i saw this post in the tags and i'm crying.

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as it turns out, raoul's type is anyone involved in the arts. singers, writers, artists, etc. he's swooning.

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“Care to sneak away with me?” Eyes as deep and merry-making as a good Merlot wine laugh from behind a gold leaf mask—that is to say, a golden mask adorned with wide ivy leaves and curving horns at the temples. The rest of the stranger’s costume is equally as strange and striking as his mask, an all-white suit trimmed with gold, cravat held in place by an amethyst-and-gold stickpin and shoes so rich and deep a purple they look almost black in the light. Beneath his mask, the stranger’s lips twist into a smirk as he conspiratorially adds, “I doubt we will be missed.” — @wineworshipped.

the masquerade is a display of opulence, and here, the masks are no more than accessories. raoul has, at some point or another, spoken with nearly every other guest in attendance this evening, knows their names, and their families, their professions and titles, well enough that the feigned mystery loses its purpose. such is the way of society. his own costume, styled after a hussar, with liberties taken for style, does little to conceal who he is amidst this crowd.

and yet the stranger who approaches him by the champagne tower, he does not know. from the intricately odd, yet beautifully crafted, design of his mask to the undoubtedly lavish attire, he cannot begin to guess, and it is rather intriguing, indeed.

❛ i should not begrudge the opportunity to get away, but monsieur, if i may — ❜ words are left unspoken as his newly acquainted companion continues, drawing a smile from the viscount. he might have asked for a name had he been able. nevermind, then. he supposes the charm of a masquerade lies in the not-knowing.

a fleeting glance is chanced across the hall, where his brother is engaged in conversation with several gentlemen, undoubtedly on dull matters of business, and deems him sufficiently busy enough to overlook his absence. ❛ you are not wrong ... and all for the better. i would be delighted. please, lead us away. ❜ finding no fault or error with the offer to sneak away, he follows the man, curious.

❛ might i get a hint as to where we are headed or are you content keeping that a mystery, too? ❜ the gardens, he hopes; or a balcony. a quite literal breath of fresh air would be a pleasant alternative to engaging in another waltz.