[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

Nine-year-old Eric returns to the Paris Opera.

He didn't give up looking for little Lottie, but he thought maybe he should have a place to live.What's more, since he embarked on the journey, a strange melody began to torture him, making him tremble with joy and cry.He finally decided to go back to Paris and write down the movement that had already been named "The Triumph of Don Juan".

eight years.He built the underground world of the opera house into his own art palace, and the palace he built is a miracle that the world will never know.And in a corner of the palace, he carefully built a small fairy tale country.

He uses all the little girls' favorite things.Pink and white are the main colors, and the exquisite and gorgeous carvings are dizzying. The room is neatly piled up with hundreds of dolls that he bought during his six-year wanderings.Those dolls have the characteristics of various places, but they are similar in one thing, they are all gentle and sweet.He created a fairy tale country for the sweet girl in his memory.Maybe he subconsciously wants her to stay in this fairy tale land forever, never to encounter the blood and darkness of the world again—such as he used to be.

He misses her almost madly, but "Triumph of Don Juan" binds him underground.Eight years, eight full years, his heart was restless.He could feel the movement was coming to an end, and then he would go to her.He wants to find her, he must.

Little Lottie.

Little Lottie.

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Eight years is not without bright colors, such as Christine.

That little girl with brown hair and brown eyes was gentle and sweet, vaguely bearing the shadow of little Lottie.What really moved him was the story Christine told in the prayer room:

"Little Lottie thinks of everything and of nothing. She flies like a summer bird in the golden sun, with spring wreaths in her dark hair. Her heart is as bright as her eyes. She loves Her father is also very loyal to the doll. She loves her skirt, red shoes and violin very much, but what little Lottie likes the most is listening to the music angel singing and falling asleep. Little Lottie likes all sweet things Beautiful stuff. She always wears a pink puff sleeve dress with white lace, she is like a little princess. A doll is her best friend. She loves to smile and has good intentions for everything ..."

Because of that story, he spoke in a mysterious way, comforted the weeping Christine, and became her musical angel.The little Lottie in the story gradually matches the image of the little girl in his memory, which is also the source of his inspiration for the fairy tale land.

Eric loves Christine very much because he can find peace and purity when he comforts her.In between writing Don Giovanni, he composed simple operas.Eric became the legendary "Phantom of the Opera" after repeated ineffective communication with the theater manager and found that the other party was a complete idiot.

But "Phantom of the Opera" always remembers the little girl who kissed him in his heart.Just like Jesse Geary, who was chosen by the Phantom as a servant, sometimes wonders why the Phantom often asks for...exquisite and beautiful sweets.His heart was occupied by music and thoughts.Eric had a hunch that Don Juan was coming to an end and that he would be leaving again soon.

When Christine turns 16, the music angel will leave her. "Don Juan's Triumph" will be a gift from the music angel to the world.Afterwards, the Phantom of the Opera will go find his own angel.

He looks forward to that day.

Knicks

"His letter."

Jesse Geary was always succinct. After she finished speaking, she gently put the letter on the desk and was about to leave.

Lottie felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and she asked, "He?"

"The Phantom of the Opera." Mrs. Geary paused, and replied a little strangely, as if she was surprised by her slowness.

It's surprising that Ghost seems to be on good terms with the new manager.thought Mrs. Geary.

"He has a name." Lottie Butler realized why she felt uncomfortable. She smiled and said, "He has a name. His name is Eric."

His name is Eric.He was a person, a man with a name, not some ghost.

Surprise flashed across Mrs. Geary's face. She seemed to have noticed something from Lottie's attention to this detail, but she just nodded to express her memory.

Lottie unfolded the letter paper after watching Mrs. Geary leave.

"I learned that there will be a masquerade ball in three days. If Miss Butler has no male companion, I will do my best. Eric."

The short letter made Lottie smile slightly.She rubbed her forehead, tried her best to suppress the inexplicable emotion in her heart, and quickly wrote a reply:

"It's an honor. Lottie Butler."

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Nix is ​​the goddess of the night, one of the creator gods, and the mother of gods such as day, dreams, and sexual desire.Kindness and love, sin and death, are her children.Long black hair hanging down the shoulders, red lips like flames.Lottie Butler was undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful woman.

The pure black suede neckline reaches the chin, the red tulle skirt has layers of folds, and the fluffy skirt reveals the rococo legacy.Tiny jet emeralds trim the over-the-knee sheepskin boots, which complement the black lace on the dress.A large drop of pigeon blood ruby ​​hangs around the neck. This oriental gemstone is pure, saturated and bright, like burning fire and flowing blood, bright, intense and beautiful.

Black and red intertwined dress, no need for extra color.Extremely charming and mysterious, like a visitor from another world, with the aura of hell on his body.Therefore, no one dared to ask Miss Butler to dance until the death in red appeared.

It was a slender man in a scarlet coat.The coat was so long that it dragged on the ground like a burning flame.The words "I am the god of death" are embroidered with gold thread on the clothes.The man wears a red feather hat and his face is covered by a white mask.No one thought that he was the Phantom of the Opera.

And now, he was Eric, Miss Lottie Butler's companion.

When Lottie Butler raised her head slightly and watched the man walking down the golden spiral staircase and walking towards her, she inexplicably remembered what the gypsy woman said.

Your destiny is in Paris.

Everything that had been forgotten but actually existed in Paris prevented her from snorting at this sentence in the first place.And after meeting that Mr. Ghost who was full of weirdness everywhere, Lottie had a premonition that the key to the so-called fate was in this man.

The moment their eyes met, Lottie felt a sense of emptiness.Those pale green eyes watched her like fate.For the first time, her heart beat violently without warning, like a drum beating cheerfully.

"Lottie." His voice sounded like a soft sigh, and Eric knelt down on one knee in front of her, "Can I ask you to dance?"

The woman with black hair and red lips was born with snow-like skin.Lottie nodded slightly, and handed Eric his hand.

Strangely, she didn't resist him calling her by her first name.

For the man in front of her, Lottie always felt familiar and unfamiliar.It seems that we have known each other for a long time, but the intersection of memory is only a few months ago.Although because of the old fairy tales, she was almost certain that what happened to each other was a bad memory, but Lottie suppressed all the emotions caused by speculation deeply in her heart before she could figure out everything , until he came to her.

Lottie didn't realize that something had changed the moment he came up the stairs to her.Her heart was throbbing.Like something is breaking out of the ground and starting to grow.

It was no longer Little Lottie and the Devil's Son, but a woman and a man.

The goddess of the night and the god of death in red.

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"Mr. Phantom likes balls in the world?" Lottie asked with a smile.Her black hair flew with the light dance steps, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'd rather you call me Eric than Mr. Phantom," replied Eric calmly. Besides, I'm only here to be Miss Butler's chaperone. You know pretty girls need extra attention a lot. , especially at a dance like this."

Lottie smiled softly, obviously not paying attention to the meaning of Eric's words: "Then thank you, dear Mr. Eric."

"It's my honor." Just as the dance was over, he bent down reverently and kissed her hand, as if treating a supreme treasure.That holy attitude made Lottie feel a familiar echo in her heart again, and she was in a trance for a while.

Eric noticed her strange gaze: "What's the matter, Lottie?" He was a little hesitant, but his tone was still gentle, and he asked nonchalantly.

"Eric..." Lottie looked at him with a complex expression, her heart was torn by pain, and she recalled a very dark and chaotic emotion, which made her pale.She suddenly asked, "We... do we know each other?"

The bewilderment receded from her face, although she was clearly still trapped in the feeling of sadness and despair that she could not believe in anything and everything was irreversible in her memory, but Lottie Butler's expression had turned cold.She no longer hesitated.

"From the first time I met you," she added, "I felt very, very familiar."

"...Lottie," Eric sighed, stepping forward and wrapping his hands around Lottie's shoulders, an oppressive gesture, especially when he lowered his head and looked at him with those pale green eyes. Full of gentle looking past tense.But Lottie was not overwhelmed, the woman with black hair and black eyes just turned her head slightly