Title: Burdens
Summary: Wolverine and the Phantom have a short meeting.
Fandom: X-Men & Phantom of the Opera. Don't ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or X-Men. I think it may be a good thing that I don't…
Warning: Nonsense? Perhaps slash undertones.
Notes: Don't ask. I really have no idea.
The Phantom eyed the man beside him. He was muscular and bestial, with a wild look. His dark eyes shifted like those of a caged beast.
"What is this place and who the hell are you?"
"I am Erik, the Phantom they call me, and this is my home."
"You live in the basement of an opera house?"
"How did you get here?" Erik was enthralled by the gruff rumble of the man's voice, so different from the pure and virtuous voice of his Christine. "Who are you?"
"Wolverine."
"Wolverine?"
"Or Logan." He cocked his head to the side as torchlight was reflected off the Phantom's pearly mask. "What's with the-" he motioned at his own, then Erik's face.
Erik sighed, "It is a burden I must wear in the company of others to ease their minds and eyes."
Logan shook his head and grimaced, "At least you can take the mask off, bub."
"Sometimes I wish I couldn't," Erik muttered, closing his eyes.
Wolverine extended a claw and gently flicked the mask off of Erik's face. It clattered to the stone floor a few paces away, ignored. Erik's eyes flew open as Logan leaned in, his eye boring into Erik's.
"Trust me. You should be grateful."
finis