A villain in love, a villain alone
Malora - Villain Kiss for @misslestrange274
I am an Entire Dumpster Fire and this is a Malora Phantom of the Opera AU hahahaha.
It was hard to think down here, in this endless darkness. Aurora wan’t sure what time it was anymore, even though logically she knew she couldn’t have been here very long. Where was she when…the opera. Right. Third act. It was late. Must be midnight by now, yet she didn’t feel tired. Just…lost. Confused. Hazy.
The monster…the Voice…the woman with the mask was pacing. Agitated. Moreso than usual. Maybe she, too, had a hard time thinking clearly, hidden away in this labyrinth she’d built for herself.
She had to know someone would come. Unless she’d come completely unhinged. But no, she was unhinged already. That was what everyone said, anyway. And Aurora could see it. Had seen it, at first, but it was difficult, sometimes. Now, even.
So much genius there. Few tried to deny it when they read her music, and when they did try, they were the ones who sounded foolish. So much genius, and so much beauty, in the music, in the voice that seemed almost more than the woman that owned it. She could throw it around as though by magic, she could render it so soft, so sweet that it was almost hypnotic–that it was hypnotic, that was what they told her. She’d been hypnotized. Taken in.
That was all.
A dream, nothing more.
Was it only a dream that caused Aurora to feel pity for this strange creature? Was it a naive and foolish heart that felt for her plight, so much that she saw more humanity than there truly was to see?