I was given the prompt 'opposites' and this is what I thought first. I haven't written in a while, so I'm sorry if this seems rusty.
Please remember that I am still an ametuer in French. If I made a grammatical mistake/misspelled a word/used wrong placement, please tell me.
He watched her.
The grace and voice of an angel with a tongue of a demon. His Pandora. He was her box.
Black upon white, hard upon soft, whole upon disfigurement. Their differences binded them. In his mind, this is why she would never be truly happy with the boy. His Christine needed a father, a lover, a mentor. Erik could be those things for his muse.
She is sleeping now.
Her garbs are thin, to ward off the summer heat, but modest. Erik's mask is off, as he does not need it. He would gladly give up a night's sleep to protect her, and when she wakes, he will follow her, only resting when she is in the safe presence of Madame Giry.
Seulement les opposúx peuvent aimer comme ceci.