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Raoul treating all the women with respect. In honour of his mother who passed away giving birth to him, in honour of his sisters and aunt who raised and taught him. And just generally because he is innately decent and empathetic and wholesome.

All women deserve respect, regardless of background. He knows women to be fully capable and even more astute than men. He also knows many do not have the same privilege as he does and makes sure he uses his privilege for good. If he sees a nobleman bully a beggar-girl in the street, his sword will be out to punish the nobleman.

Raoul treating all the women with respect.

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she allows this catharsis  ;    she expected no less from the man who was a refuge within the torment of a shattered illusion.   a mien once contorted with a semblance of disquietude now only transitions to one full of hope of a evening which could be full of joy  ,   because with one turn , she knows  ,  she can look into his eyes and feel the light filter through the foliage.    we both deserve a soft epilogue. one of the summer breeze kissing our skin and memories abandoned to wither, where angel-veiled eyes allowed her to be buoyant on felicity even if it were built upon a lie.  she mulls over these words  :  grotesque pretenses.   the grotesque maw  ,  the screams reverberating within her memory  ,  his spat venom ,  the angel of music   :   was a fallacy.   with nimble digits entwined in his own  ,  descending from the carriage  &.  looking in awe, with rapt fascination of the festivities  :  the lambent lights  ,  those teetering with merriment  &.  excitement ,  head swivels to his , lissome shoulders rise in her juvenescent glee 

❛  do you think we will be able to identify our friends  ?  ❜   her tone is light  ,  inquisitive as they walk forward   ,  a quick glimpse of one donned in a monkeys suit , cymbals attached in faux play ,  she blinks owlishly   :   she is suddenly brought to something she wish would stay within the confines of her mind  ,  then sharply turns her head back to him   ,  feigning  a smile.   ❛  how many costumes can you name  ,   i see   :  clown  ,  ————-   ❜   forefinger points  ,  discreetly  to not bring undue attention to themselves  ,  for wandering eyes were intrigued with the songbird  &.  the vicomte   ❛   bull  !  your turn mon amour  ,  and you cannot repeat mine  !    ❜

HE LIVES A CHARMED LIFE. With father and mother above blessing and brother and sisters on earth doting, he has no care in the world. His intelligence is such that any challenge posed is easily dealt with; his temperament is such that any vexation falls away by evening and he closes his eyes to sleep.

Indeed, he has neither needs nor wants that cannot be taken of, save for one Christine Daae whom he watches keenly over only because he loves her so. But despite his worry, he does believe her to be free. LET THE PAST DIE, CHRISTINE, LET HIM GO, BANISH HIM BACK TO THE DARK. After months of peace, surely she no longer fears. He gazes into her warm eyes, and smiles when she smiles. HE CANNOT PIERCE THE VEIL HE DOES NOT SEE. He does not know; she does not share. Secrets, more secrets still she hides. The innocent Vicomte de Chagny and his troubled bride, gliding down the hall, met with envy from some quarters, ridicule from others. 

He stirs her away gently from gossip. With his status - and his brother’s reputation - he knows many view Christine as no more than a plaything for him to forget after a season. He would sooner tell the whole world of their engagement to shut down rumours, but Christine always pleads with him not to. He acquiesces, just as he acquiesces to the game she proposes. He points to a goose, next a ram. The animals do not intimidate, but he spots masks that are quite macabre. Expressionless ones half white half black, grotesque smiles etched on colourful ones.

                “Shall we dance, fiancée mine?”

A slip of the tongue, he cannot help himself from the joy whenever they are together.

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what’s  your  underlying  motif  ?

the home

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. youre the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never be as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

tagged by  :  an angel @seraphids ( we got the same ! )

tagging  :  @wturners @eswann @dovemaw @listered @buir @erikidestram @arvnsis @ethicsbutcher + all the quality blogs seeing this and by quality blog i sincerely mean you <3

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You know D/avid T/ennet and his lack of comprehension over emojis?

That’s Raoul. Modern Raoul doesn’t know much slang and has to rely on Urban Dictionary all the time. He probably uses some slang wrongly too, and gets embarrassed as a result.

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Raoul de Chagny: [breathes]

Erik:

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A  HISTORICAL ,    FANTASY ,    PERIOD ,    &  MEDIEVAL  FRIENDLY  CHARACTER  SURVEY .

bold your  muse’s  preferences ,     &    repost ,   don't  reblog ! credit.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace

rubies / pearls / sapphires

horse back / walking / carriages

love / power

having company / being alone

lakes / rivers / oceans

knife / sword / bow / poison

gold / silver

tagged  by :  @eswann   ( tysm, *whispers* your blog is amazing ) tagging :  @sanctamater @coriephee @ethicsbutcher @arvnsis @ohlazrus @solheira @lapeirla and any who wishes to do this

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Raoul does not hate Erik. There is loathing, for Raoul finds Erik’s actions utterly reprehensible, but there is also the horror at learning about Erik’s past and how Erik was treated. There is rivalry, given that they both court the same woman, but there is also understanding and Raoul recognises that Erik does love Christine.

They will never be friends, but Raoul accepts Erik.

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Just because Raoul is innocent and gentle does not mean he is stupid or insipid. This is someone who has seen the world on a ship at a very young age, finished his course with honours and was going to be a member of the official expedition to the Arctic Circle in search of the survivors of the D'Artoi’s expedition. 

He has brains and he has guts, and he is no pushover either. He fights for what he believes in and protects those he loves.

In a departure from the book, however, my portrayal of Raoul does not get as, erm, overwrought when faced with doubt or challenge. He deals with issues in a measured manner.

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Welp look at him. HE CRY.

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RAOUL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOR DINNER? or forever. dinner is ok too.

@sanctamater​ has sent a note! Also @seraphids​.

HE BASKS IN THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER’S WELCOME. Returning to the city from years of travel, he finds familiar faces save for his brother and sisters wanting. and has been rather forlorn, particularly when he wonders if the new opera singer at the Palais Garnier remembers her as well as he does her. So the Lady Comstock appears to him the embodiment of affection and kindness.

Eagerly does he accept her offer to dinner. Were it not for decorum, he would embrace her as a son would. Instead, he hopes he conveys his delight and sincerity through his reply.

        “Madam, I will be honoured. But I mustn’t         come empty-handed. Which do you like -         wine or champagne?”

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Introduction (pinned post)

Thank you very much for your visit.

This is a roleplaying blog for Raoul de Chagny. He and the story, The Phantom of the Opera, are creations of Gaston Leroux, while their 1986 musical counterparts are attributable to Cameron Mackintosh, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart, Richard Stilgoe and many others. 

My portrayal of Raoul stems from both the book and the 2004 movie, details of which can be found on the About page. My faceclaim is Patrick Wilson, the actor who played Raoul in the movie. Icons and header are made by @seraphids​, whom this blog is ship-exclusive with.

I am open to interactions not just with PotO muses and duplicates, but with all other muses, be they canon or ocs. Activity will be slow, however, and I apologise for this. I have a main muse and work outside Tumblr. 

Generally, I am a chilled person. As long as basic respect is accorded to each other, we are good. <3 I do not have personal triggers, but will tag the common ones. If you have any specific trigger or if I forget to tag something, please let me know!

That is it for now. Remember, you are important and incredible and unique. Take care of yourself.

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seraphids​:

home is a person.   she stares at him  &  can only be so assured of it.  his voice  : it is a chime, it evokes the warmth of something which is coveted yet slipped through trembling fingers akin to the sand which they traipsed on ,  he  :  the dawn on an impending night , she watching earnestly for the sequestered rays to seep through ,  a breath in stagnate lungs .  (  oh raoul   ,   our childhood is nothing but one of the tales whispered in attics and shared in gleeful puerile ,  tarried amongst the thoughts i wander to time and time again  )      nimble digits intwine with his , a  giggle bubbles from her chest and her eyes are alight.  peripheral allows the image of him reaching for his own mask   :  her reaction is something birthed from fear  ,  &  she feels guilty for the woes which she will keep in her soul until it corrodes at the very marrow ,   until she is nothing but phantoms which linger stubbornly  

  ❛   please mon amour  ?   no mask.  i            i know it makes no sense. simply.  ❜   she pauses  ,  addled in speech as her tongue goes dry and her brows furrow.  there is an acridity now lingering  , if she dwells,  if she allows it to consume her , it will take her to when she crept behind him  :  it will take her to when the horrors unfolded and fragments of a cherished illusion were nothing but serrated edges puncturing the soles of her feet  :  Eden  , arose in flame.         [   YOU ARE HAUNTED NOW.   ]    lower lips caught ‘twixt her teeth   :   do not wear the mask ,  i pulled his off and he wore it as a second skin.   

  ❛  we can say we left ours in the carriage  ?  ❜

@vicmte​     :    masquerade  .  

IN DREAMS HE REMEMBERS. Of blue skies and sunny beaches. Of stolen sweets in corridors and impertinent scarves outdoors. Of the most wonderful girl in all the world who has no flaws and her gentle father who spins magic from a violin. His family used to chide him for idealising summer days and innocent childhood. At times, he believed them. And it frightened him to think he might be so lost in an imaginary past.

But now. Now he knows it all to be true. Not simply true. BETTER.  The girl he recalled so fondly has blossomed into the star he always thought she would be. And she accepted him - him! - as friend, suitor, sweetheart. His hand tightens around hers, his heart beating in exaltation. He hears her giggle, the most charming music to his ears, and he smiles bright. As bright as the sun and perhaps just as dangerously searing, though he has no inkling he may wound her. He sees only her joy, not her dread. And so when she asks not to bring their masks, he obeys without question and puts them away..

            “So we shall! Masks are so restricting.             We will enter boldly and our faces will             outshine those grotesque pretenses.”

Come, Christine, come love! He leaps out of the carriage and guides her down. Can he fathom his utter FAILURE to chase away the shadows in her heart?

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indoor voices, raoul