From the moment you first set eyes on them, you've been drawn - but this is no meet-cute. Thy are beautiful, interesting...and so, so sad or angry, like a bird with clipped wings in a cage. They're a prisoner: mentally, physically, or both. Again, caged. You? You could be anyone, from an innocent bystander who happened to catch a glance in a faraway window, just a cog in the machine that keeps them trapped, to a fellow entombed creature. Even if you've never felt a thing like "compassion" before (or thought yourself incapable), you are sympathetic towards them now and your feelings only begin to grow, a fixation forming. At a certain point, you realize that you have but one option. You have to free them by any means necessary. You want to see them safe and content, more than anything in this world.
...even if they're free and don't want to be with you, that's enough. Right?
HOW TO PLAY
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- RNG if desired.
WHO
- Caged: You're the victim here, kept locked away.
- Passerby: Here you are, minding your own business, when - who's that? Why are they there?
- Rescuer: Whether you're a knight in shining armor type or someone simply paid or commanded to do this job, you never thought you'd fall for the one you had to rescue.
- Conflict of Interest: You're a guard, but you can't very well do your duty if you want the person you're guarding let go.
- Unknowing Villain: You had no idea your allies were keeping someone and you don't agree with their methods.
- Enemies: They did wrong by you in the past; even they don't deserve this, though.
- Should Be Reviled: Your people and theirs have never gotten along. You should hate them, yet you don't. You want to save them.
- Who's the Monster?: They're being locked away because they're a monster. No one could be further from a beast in your eyes, however.
- Never Felt Before: Usually, you're stone cold, but their plight has gotten under your skin.
- In this Together: Both of you are prisoners, so you can't easily save them, can you?
- Not All Bad: They're been told that they're being protected. You want to show them the outside world isn't so bad.
- The Better Devil: To be honest, you're not much better than their captor. Still, you're something new.
HOW
- Plot and Plan: You know busting them out won't be easy, so you'll put your mind to it.
- Sneak: It's an old-fashion escape with all the subtleties and espionage to get out undetected.
- Fight Anyone: Maybe you're more brawn than brains, or maybe you're just in a tight spot.
- Bargain: Their freedom for yours. Seems like a fair trade.
- Guilt: You can't really free them, can you? This fact tears you up inside.
- Give You Hope: You might not be able to get them out of here now, but you'll keep them looking towards the future.
- Keep You Happy: You'd do anything to see them smile again.
- Be Healthy: They're being mistreated or ill-fed. You can at least try to remedy that.
- Saved Themselves: They only needed an extra push. At the end, they pulled themself out of the pit.
- Selfish: No denying it, you freed them for selfish reasons.
- Selfless: What you want doesn't matter. Their safety and peace are paramount.
- Sacrifice: If need be, you'll put your life on the line.
- Used You: They didn't really love you. But they did know you'd be useful.
- Failure: Your attempt failed and now both of you are looking death in the eyes.
- I'll Steal You: They didn't want to leave their "home." You stole them away.
- Indebted Friends: So they weren't romantically attracted to you. They, however, did platonically bond with you.
- Finally "Together": You've wanted to touch them, hold them, kiss them, and be with them in every way possible, even if it's only for a moment. The smut option.
- Happy Endings: You're both safe, far from danger, and together.
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Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA
rika furude | higurashi no naku koro ni
Maedhros | the Silmarillion | OTA
Yelena Belova | MCU
Inej Ghafa | Grishaverse
Éowyn | Lord of the Rings | OTA
christine daaé | phantom of the opera | ota
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He's just really hoping she doesn't want to...]
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She's learning what of his she can and cannot touch. What can be tidied away on cleaning days and what must be left out. Learning (or trying to) not to be too terrible worried when Erik is working and refuses to come to dinner. (Though she does still leave plates near his work space in hopes that he'll notice it and eat something.)
Today is a shopping day, and Christine has returned to their little house with groceries and a few knickknacks to make the place a little more homey. "I've returned!" she calls out, bringing everything into the kitchen to sort through.
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He doesn't wear the mask when he's at home. It was never for him, anyway. He'd made it comfortable enough to come face-to-face with someone, but by himself, he's never used it. It's to keep the eyes of others from having to look at that which disgusts them. He hides the sight from himself with strategic drapes of fabric. Which he had done on the first day they had moved in here, covered every mirror with fabric, except for any in her room. And since Christine isn't bothered by his face -- she'd said so herself -- he doesn't wear it at home, and he isn't wearing it now.
On the days when Christine goes out, and even when she doesn't, he spends his time working on one project or another: a composition, a feat of engineering, a new building design. The money that he had left from the salary that M. Lefevre used to pay him is more than enough to keep them both comfortably for the rest of their lives, so neither needs a job and both have the leisure time to pursue whatever they want. Which, in his case, is just about anything.
His face is positively glowing with excitement at her return. Every time she leaves to go shopping, he's worried that she'll have woken up that morning and realized. Realized that she left behind every friend she has in Paris to follow a man with a deformed face to a city whose language she doesn't know. Realized that she left behind a man with a comfortable existence and a title for a man whose face most people can't bear to look at. Realized that she's sharing a house with a man who is neither a husband nor a relative, and that if this is discovered, her reputation will be irreparably damaged. And that having realized all of this, she wouldn't intend to return. She knows enough German now to buy a ticket back to Paris, and if she didn't, there are people in Vienna who speak French and could help her work it out.
But she's back. Once again, she has come back to their house, and brought enough things for two.
"Christine!" The excitement in his voice is apparent. "I've been working on a translation of poetry from the Persian -- there's a translation already in existence, but it's not a good one, so I'm doing my own -- and I think you're going to like what I've finished already this morning. It's so different from anything I've seen in French."
Eurydice • Hadestown • OTA
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