Phantom of the Opera x Malleidia
So, hi: I know I haven’t finished the extras of the SVSSS x Malleidia yet but I have the deepest hyperfixation on the phantom and this game right now, so bear with me 🥺 (I also have a literature exam tomorrow and it’s late at night so, this is kinda a mess, hehe)
I’ll write this weird-ass version of the phantom when I finish the marriage extra, ok? But I couldn’t contain myself. Here’s a little drawing:
And, after the following explanation, a snippet of a scene:
In this version of the phantom Malleus is both the Phantom and Raoul. Raoul-Malleus is his public face, the facade he has to keep as a prince in the human world.
The phantom is the way he expresses all his repressed feelings, and the identity in which he’s free enough to be in his ‘fae-form’. Because I want to keep this kinda in tune with the book, Malleus is going to be a little homicidal, manipulative, scary and desperate when he’s the Phantom— but he has a good heart, I swear.
Idia is Christine, but like— “Doesn’t know how to sing, is actually a technician and does all the special effects and the sound of the opera”- Christine. Which means he’s basically the Donna Angelicata of this story, because yes— ✨Romanticism, Gothic literature✨. Don’t worry, he’s still a loser gamer.
The musical prodigy of the story is Ortho.
Silver, Sebek, Lilia, Riddle, Azul, Vil and Rook’s roles are the ones I have kinda planned (but won’t go into detail yet— just know that they will appear, even if just a little), I don’t know what to do with the others? Maybe they are all part of the ensamble and have cameos or something HAHA
ANYWAYS, HERE’S THE SNIPPET IF YOU WANT TO READ IT:
Idia’s back hit the cold stone wall of the underground ruins, the torchlight dancing alongside the cold wind. The Phantom stepped out of the darkness. He was the one made of shadows and unyielding hunger, the one who sang the sweetest songs to him through vents and forgotten passageways.
The mask glimmered. “Why do you run from me?” he asked, voice echoing through the catacombs “You came to my voice. You answered it.”
Idia swallowed, fingers trembling against the stone wall he clung to. “You— you cornered me down here..”
Malleus flinched, as if hit.. The cape around him tightened like folded wings.“I— I did,” he whispered. “I am what they think I am. A monster. A madman haunting the Opera.” He stepped closer, slow, careful, as if approaching a terrified bird. “But you—you look at me as though I might still be something else.”
Idia wanted to shrink back, but he held himself still. He forced his breath to steady. “I don’t hate you.”
The Phantom halted. “You pity me,” he realised in a whisper..
“Maybe,” Idia answered truthfully. “It’s hard not to. You seem— um, lonely.”
Something cracked in Malleus’ expression. Fragile, breaking, finally vulnerable.
“Lonely.” He echoed as if the word itself stole his strength. “I have been lonely since the night I was born. They see a prince, a bearer of ancient blood. But they do not see me. They never touch my hand unless bowing. They never speak to me unless fearing. They never— never love me unless commanded.”
Malleus stepped closer, the mask now close to Idia’s face. His voice dropped into a hoarse mutter—raw, stripped of royal dignity. “If I am the phantom, it’s because men’s hatred made me so.”
His hand, gloved and trembling, rose but stopped before touching Idia’s cheek. “If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.”.
The words shook something inside the human. Fear, yes, but also tenderness, compassion.
“Malleus…” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “You shouldn’t rely on me like that.”
“Then who?” His voice cracked, a plea barely covered with rage. “Who else has ever looked at me without recoiling? Who else listens to my voice as if it were meant for them? Who else—” he stopped mid-sentence, then swallowed, hard. “Who else stayed?”
Idia felt so small before him—before this wounded, furious, yearning being who had split himself into two just to survive. The Phantom made a shaky sound. Half a gasp for air, half a sob.
“I am horrible,” Malleus continued, stepping close enough that Idia could feel the cold of his skin. “But you— you make me wish to be more.”
Fear and love fluttered in Idia’s heart.
For the first time, Malleus lowered his head, as if the human were someone holy. A salvation he felt unworthy to touch.
“Idia,” The Phantom whispered, voice shaking, “tell me I am not beyond redemption.”
Idia hesitated, then lifted a trembling hand and brushed the edge of his mask. “You are worthy of love, Malleus Draconia.”
(How tf does tumblr work??? I’m goin to sleep now, life is not daijobu or whenever cringy thing Idia would say)