#this is the grownup version of 'baby lenmura goes to phantom of the opera'

[dreamcrow]

BRUUUUUH Okay it took a second to think, but that's just the coffee still trying to kick in, because when I thought of it I JUST KNEW!! GAAAAAHH "I Wish You Would Write a Fic Where .... BARBARA AND WALTER GO TO AN OPERA TOGETHER AND WATCH IT. Perhaps on a double date with Nomura and Lenora? Ooo with like ticket shenanigans, and OPERA/THEATRE DISCOURSE. pt 1

Walter trying desperately to enjoy the show while Nomura and Lenora desperately try not to sway Barbara into enjoying their specific tastes (Your pick. Although I’ve always HCed Nomes being very Romantic(™) but like, I know we’ve talked fdkgldfk no worries haha) BECAUSE

the meat and potatoes is just: A fic using a ~FANCY~ double date scenario where you can let /your/ love of opera fly!!! However that happens is just [chef kiss]

nico please i've already gone through the trouble of inventing an elaborate, in-depth hc for How Glamours Work For Changelings After The Eternal Night do NOT give me more places to use it in

they go to see handel's giulio cesare in egitto. there is a lot of debating initially because Hard Agree, nomura is indeed a Romantic, but lenora's tired of verdi and vivaldi's orlando furioso is too many layers of charlemagne rpf for barb to deal with so [public school history teacher voice] "surely we can all agree on the entertainment value of the roman civil war, yes?"

they rent a whole box, partly bc idk glamours get uncomfortable after a while or sthg but also partly because strickler is old and fucking loaded, and wants to give barb as close to The Real 1724 Experience™ without also cheering on fistfights breaking out in the pit. they end up paying attention through everything, even the recitatives, because barb is amazed at how they're just—chanting, walter, they're still singing even the boring parts in between all the feelings. and nomura might roll her eyes a little bit but then lenora cuts in with some sort of unhinged dramatic theoretical comment and all she can think is: well. maybe i'm glad i didn't murder the little bastard back in edirne, after all.

the fic is entitled caro/bella or something else similarly suitably schmoopy and pretentious. i get to work in at least one dumb anecdote about how strickler definitely knew senesino, or something, bc that man was up to Shenanigans and i feel like strickler would think his weird hot-and-cold employment with handel is hilarious; nomura gets a little misty-eyed when caesar and cleopatra reunite; and we all go home with just a little more appreciation for baroque opera. i may die content.