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dolevalanTitle: Winter Wonderland
Fandom: Phantom of the Opèra (novel)
A/N: Aw...they're so cute...
Paris was beautiful at Christmas. The City of Light lived up to its name, candles and lamps flickering on every street, the warm and golden glow illuminating the flakes falling from the sky, lighting them up like miniature stars. Phillipe glanced at his little brother, breath blooming in the cold December air. Raoul had been trying so hard to appear as cosmopolitan as possible, but now, gaping out of the coach at the city’s beauty, all pretense of being jaded was lost in wide-eyed wonder.
“If you think this is nice, my brother, wait until you see the corps de ballet.”
Raoul blinked, reddening a little bit at having been caught staring. “It’s not as if I’ve never been to Paris before…”
Phillipe laughed good naturedly. “Yes, of course, but it has been quite awhile, has it not?” The Count looked out of the carriage, admiring the decorations in the boutique windows. “There is nothing like Paris this time of year. Certainly a change from being at sea, no?”
Raoul had gone back to looking out the window, though this time he was trying to appear not to be doing so. “Will there be many parties, do you think? Galas and such?”
“Of course. There always are. Do not worry, Raoul, you will get plenty of opportunity to mingle with society. You will be sick of them soon enough.” The young man looked skeptical, which only made Phillipe smile the wider. “Trust me, even high society gets tiring.” A beat before he added thoughtfully, “Or perhaps I’m just getting old.”
His younger brother made a face at him, and the Count laughed good-naturedly. “You and Mlle. Sorelli both make that face so very well. Perhaps you have been practicing together behind my back.”
Raoul’s frown melted under his brother’s laughter, and he looked back out at the dazzling snowfall. “I think I will like the Opèra, Phillipe.”
The coach stopped just outside of the grand steps of the Opèra house, and the brothers Chagney alighted. The Count put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Yes, I rather think you will.” They headed inside, leaving tiny artificial blizzards in the wake of every step.
Fandom: Phantom of the Opèra (novel)
A/N: Aw...they're so cute...
Paris was beautiful at Christmas. The City of Light lived up to its name, candles and lamps flickering on every street, the warm and golden glow illuminating the flakes falling from the sky, lighting them up like miniature stars. Phillipe glanced at his little brother, breath blooming in the cold December air. Raoul had been trying so hard to appear as cosmopolitan as possible, but now, gaping out of the coach at the city’s beauty, all pretense of being jaded was lost in wide-eyed wonder.
“If you think this is nice, my brother, wait until you see the corps de ballet.”
Raoul blinked, reddening a little bit at having been caught staring. “It’s not as if I’ve never been to Paris before…”
Phillipe laughed good naturedly. “Yes, of course, but it has been quite awhile, has it not?” The Count looked out of the carriage, admiring the decorations in the boutique windows. “There is nothing like Paris this time of year. Certainly a change from being at sea, no?”
Raoul had gone back to looking out the window, though this time he was trying to appear not to be doing so. “Will there be many parties, do you think? Galas and such?”
“Of course. There always are. Do not worry, Raoul, you will get plenty of opportunity to mingle with society. You will be sick of them soon enough.” The young man looked skeptical, which only made Phillipe smile the wider. “Trust me, even high society gets tiring.” A beat before he added thoughtfully, “Or perhaps I’m just getting old.”
His younger brother made a face at him, and the Count laughed good-naturedly. “You and Mlle. Sorelli both make that face so very well. Perhaps you have been practicing together behind my back.”
Raoul’s frown melted under his brother’s laughter, and he looked back out at the dazzling snowfall. “I think I will like the Opèra, Phillipe.”
The coach stopped just outside of the grand steps of the Opèra house, and the brothers Chagney alighted. The Count put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Yes, I rather think you will.” They headed inside, leaving tiny artificial blizzards in the wake of every step.
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