Placate the Night
Placate the Night
It had been seven years since the final incident with the phantom of the opera. The tales had long since grown tall of the supposed ingenious monster that had once resided in the depths beneath the Theatre Populare.
Within that handful of years, Christine had finally been wed to Raoul, with no additional life threatening scandals attempting to part the two lovers. They had fled the city where it all had taken place; too many memories hid around every turn. After one last visit to the grave of the late Monsieur Daae all their sorrow seeping into fill the space of the small mausoleum, they departed neither looking back, as they clung to each other binding together the sparks of light and hope within each other's souls.
That also was another day long since past, now Christine and Raoul lived by the sea, a fairly simple but enchanting two story house to call their own, a wonderful place to raise their children. Already they had a son of five years, Eric was an evident combination of his father's charisma and charm, with his mother's beauty and grace.
Therein was Raoul's problem, his son was nearly as possessed with astronomy as he was with music. Eric never did understand just why his father was always weighted down with a wary expression any time that he requested him to join him star gazing; an intelligent young lad, he knew better than to ask.
A year passed, and he had grown more hesitant to submit his requests of star gazing to his father. It was the night before Christine's birthday, when Raoul finally decided that he would not sacrifice any part of his relationship with his son, especially not over an old memory of a ghost. With a dry chuckle at the wry humor in the thought he wound his way down the stairs, before slipping out the door and onto the small terrace that overlooked the garden that surrounded the house.
With a shudder and a gulp he blinked away memories, as the moon threw shadows of the lattice over head across his face. Looking up at the spited object he flinched as goose bumps riddled across his flesh. The sweet soprano of his son was entrancing as it filled his ears in the night, and all memories of the two grates that almost befell him of his life slipped from the grasp of his mind as he realized that Eric was rehearsing a song that he had written as a present for Christine.
It was that night that the lingering fear of anything resembling a grate left him be in peace. Raoul placed his hand on his son's shoulder only slightly startling the young boy. "Your mother will be delighted." Was all he said, as he stood next to the Eric named after the opera ghost. Eric being an intelligent young lad knew better than to ask as they stood together looking at the stars, but he was delighted that now he could finally share one of his passions with his father.
An odd oneshot on Raoul's loss of grate phobia. I hope you enjoyed it despite the oddity of it.
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Chocolate-san