Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I do not own POTO... All I own is an overactive imagination.

Summary: ErikRaoul slash fic (not really, but if you squint and turn your head to one side, maybe you'll see a shadow of a hint of slash, but it was more written with slash in mind). It is more of a series of vignettes that are put together b/c of theme and then it wraps together, in an abstract way. I do not know how to explain it. It is completely different from my other fics though.

Warning(s): homosexual content, slash!

Pairing(s): ErikRaoul (well, not really, but in my mind there's the connection)

A/N: Okay, if you read the summary, well, you basically know the gist. It's a bunch of vignettes held together by a common theme (I was going to use the term 'drabble', but I read the definition to make sure I was using the word absolutely correctly and I didn't want to be limited by the number of words in the fic, so I go with the term vignette… since it fits more and I actually don't really know how long each chapter will be but I just don't want you to expect long chapters b/c more than likely they won't be). In my mind, it is a build up to something (whether that something is a continuation fic to it is still under question).

It is actually the premise to another project I am working on and when I was writing, it just came to me. I was like, 'this would work for POTO.' So here it is in all its abstract glory.


A Mask for All Occasions



By: Lucifer Rosemaunt


"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." (Shakespeare, As You Like It)

We are so accustomed with the roles we play that we do not realize we have them. The shifts between are so subtle and natural that it is seamless.

We switch subconsciously knowing which roles are the acceptable ones to use by each other's reactions and expectations. It is a constant give and take of information that we learn when we are younger, and only by adapting to each other are we able to play the roles properly. Those who fail are considered deviant and outsiders. It is the last thing we really ever consciously want. We do not know anything besides this interaction.

Some roles in life are roles we feel we have to play. We have to be charming and considerate in order to be accepted. We can change our outward appearance and the numerous other insignificant facets just to obtain some piece of acceptance.

Some we are born into and for a while do not know anything else. Only if we are lucky will we ever be able to know anything else.

Some we choose thinking it is the best and only path to take. Not looking to anything beyond what we currently see, we choose roles thinking as long as there is no other greater evil than this, 'I will take it.'

Then, there are those roles we do not question because they are outcomes of those previous roles. In order to maintain one role, we find ourselves playing another one. And another one. And another. We find ourselves playing many roles because of one single one that we probably did not choose.

And, for a while, we are satisfied. We can claim to be someone, to know who we are, to have a purpose. We become familiar with the cues and the lines. We become accustomed to the reactions and expectations. We become complacent with the prescribed emotions and dreams. We know our place in life, and that is all that a person can really ask for.


word count: 332


A/N: Do not forget to R/R (Read and Review)!

I technically do not expect anything right now. It is random… isn't it? This chapter does not have anything outwardly to do with POTO, but meh, it is a prologue. I also think there are more words in the A/N's than in the story. I swear I'll stop doing that. --,