Young and Beautiful (from another room) — Lana Del Rey  


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「 *♫ — HAUNTED OPERETTAS ! / music 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

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「 *♫ — TO VIEW THE WORLD THROUGH ENHANCED EYES ! / aesthetic 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

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「 *♫ — TO VIEW THE WORLD THROUGH ENHANCED EYES ! / aesthetic 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  
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       MAG IS NOT A VERY MATERIALISTIC PERSON. while yes, she owns many pieces of jewelry   &   has an array of outfits, most were provided by GENECO   &   therefore, she feels no true connections toward them. in her dressing room, she tries to stay as minimalistic as possible   ——   allowing a few candles, posters from older shows   &   costumes that either GENECO bought or she made herself. she does like to make her own costumes, but time often does not allow her the ability. her most prized possession is a photo of marni she keeps at her dressing room table at all times, feeling as though it brings her luck at every performance. whenever she feels in doubt or lost, the photograph tends to bring her comfort.

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「 *♫ — SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ME ! / headcanon 」  ( i hate how mag misses marni so much. her death really messes her up )  ( among other things )  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

cassian andor   //   GENECO guard !

cassian didn’t like the parties that the largos tended to throw on almost a weekly basis. to be perfectly honest, there was not much about the largos he did like. the children were spoiled little brats, and the father – the savior of geneco – was the devil in sheep’s clothing. he would rather spend his time on the streets than to be at another of of their galas. but – work was work. and he was good at it. rather ; cassian’s dark gaze and unrelenting disposition was eager for the moment that geneco were to teeter and begin to crumble.

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he had a lazy grip on his weapon to one side – just enough that it warned party guests not to try anything. but loose enough that he wasn’t a threat unless needed.

his gaze flickers to the side with surprised curiosity when someone grabs at him ; the instant reaction for him to tense up, muscles coiled, before his eyes settle on who it was. blind mag was someone, out of all of geneco, that he at the least had respect for. she was different than the others – she seemed to still cling to her humanity. “of course, ma’am -” he’s breathing, giving her a slight nod. 

       SACCHARINE SMILE SPREADS ACROSS HER COUNTENANCE, eager to proceed   &   finally leave the dreaded gala behind them. thank goodness for this guard’s kind obedience, knowing well that not all guards would have quickly responded positively as he had. hands would gently squeeze the bicep she clung on to, head bowing in response. “   i truly appreciate your help.   “ almost too quickly, the soprano begins moving in the direction of the exit, desperate to get across without so much as another attendee stopping to sing her praises. mag realizes perhaps she shouldn’t be dragging the poor guard around like this, but there was no way she would have been able to sneak out of this event on her own. his rifle, perhaps, helped to speak volumes that she would never utter aloud to those that did view them   ——   gossiping tongues immediately silenced.

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       THE NOISE OF THE GALA QUICKLY becomes but a distant echo once they leave the area, a giant sigh of relief leaving the singer as she finally releases the guard from the confines of her hands. “   apologies,   “ she would reply, tone dripping with a genuine air. “  despite what the media may have you believe, no one DETESTS those silly parties more than i.   “ an amused chuckle escapes her breath, feeling much more comfortable now that they were away from the suffocating event   ;   the cool air of the night ran through her petite form. “   may i ask of your name, sir ?   “ she queries lightly. “   if it is alright with you, i’d like to know the name of the man who helped me escape the dreaded largo ‘ show   &   tell. ‘  “

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rebelsouled  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  「 *♫ — V: TRAPPED IN A GILDED CAGE ! / pre opera 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

luigi largo   //   smartest   &   the toughest !

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           GET  A  FUCKING  GRIP !   he’s shaking, muscles taut beneath heavily - scarred skin.  he casts but a brief glance at Mag as she approaches, embarrassment lighting his cheeks like wildfire ;  of all the people to witness his temporary lapse in control, why’d it have to be her?  lips are parted by a quick swipe of his tongue before teeth dig into his lower lip, gnawing, willing the pink flesh to break and spill forth a bit of blood to  even the score?  hopefully snap him back into reality.  

         she’s seen him at his worst, and less often  –  if it truly even exists  –  his best, for the past sixteen years.  violent outbursts weren’t uncommon for the eldest Largo, but so rarely do they shake him so thoroughly ;  strong fingers flinch and tremble as he snatches the shirt from her grasp, chest shuddering with ragged, uneven breaths.  

         ❛   s - stupid  fucker  couldn’t keep his  goddamn  hands  to his fuckin’  self  —– ❜

       EYES TAKE A FLEETING GLANCE AT THE ELDEST LARGO before focusing her attention elsewhere, taking note of his suddenly quaking form. while the soprano was used to seeing the fits of rage that tended arise without much warning, she has never seen the man quite so distressed from an ‘ incident ‘   ——   not like this. pearly whites would sink into her own lip, carefully pondering what her next action should be. despite his famed anger, the singer knew that luigi largo would not DARE lay a hand on her. still, it didn’t mean she would purposefully seek to upset him further. mag may have her own opinions on the largos, but even she was incapable of malice, even when justified. besides, rotti largo would NEVER be the one to console his children for any situation. while she wasn’t quite too fond of the idea, someone needed to be there for them. it just seemed sad that the responsibility would befall on her.

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       “   LUIGI PLEASE.   “ her tone is soft like a quiet symphony, eyes flashing a brief azure light as she finally raises her head to meet his gaze. there was no sign of judgement on her face, nor disappointment. that was not what he needed at this time. instead, she would merely try to listen, knowing that was the best way to help ease his temper. “   try to breathe. what’s done is done. focus on making yourself presentable again.   “ wine stained lips would curve into a small smile. it was FORCED no doubt, but the eldest largo didn’t need to know that. “   you shouldn’t always have to harm another person when they do something to upset you, luigi. you’re going to FRIGHTEN all your assistants away if you continue on like this.   “

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hatesdecaf  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  「 *♫ — V: TRAPPED IN A GILDED CAGE ! / pre opera 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

       BLIND MAG ! aka THE VOICE OF GENECO !

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「 *♫ — holographic projections ! / my graphics 」  personals do nor reblog //  ok for partners to reblog //  「 *♫ — the caged bird sings ! / blind mag 」  ( i luv her? so much )  「 *♫ — what has become of queue ! / queue 」  

       “ I’M GONNA SING MY FINAL SONG AT THE OPERA TONIGHT ! ”

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「 *♫ — FAREWELL PERFORMANCE ! / self promo 」  repo the genetic opera rp  horror rp  indie rp  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

S.MADE BY SAE.