So, this is my apology for not posting like I was supposed to. I have about five of these lined up at the moment. Really, they're just a cure for my writer's block and exercises to improve what little writing skill I have. These are prompted by songs I was listening to at the time, though I'm not exactly sure what this first one is. Somewhat bad angst? Yeah. Probably something like that.
Disclaimer: You would know if I owned this. Sadly, those rights go to Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and various other people included in the making of the many movies. But I give credit to Leroux. ;D
What does he see in me?
That question had haunted Erik since their relationship had begun two months ago. He had tried to ignore it and be happy, but it was always there. He couldn't stop his paranoid thoughts; he had never been able to. Each night his lover would come to him, and each morning he would leave early. This was all good and well; the vicomte was a busy man, after all, and he didn't need anyone getting suspicious of him. Still...
He studied his lover with keen eyes as he slept, the question taunting him again and again. Really, Raoul had no reason to love him. He claimed he did but had never specified exactly why. Sighing exasperatedly, he tightened his grip on the vicomte. The boy didn't seem bothered by this, instead settling more closely against his chest.
"Raoul," he murmured into his hair, keeping his voice low enough that it wouldn't wake his lover, "I love you so much. I just don't understand... I gave you no reason to love me, yet you come back to me every night. Why do you do this? I wish I knew why you claimed to love me..." With a sigh, he settled down for a troubled night.
When he woke the next morning, Raoul had left as expected. He'd gotten so used to this that it didn't wake him anymore. He sighed in defeat, his hope dashed instantly. Grumbling to himself, he roused himself from bed and quickly got dressed. Once that was done, he made his way out and to his organ. He was surprised to find Raoul sitting on the bench, swinging his legs childishly as he watched Erik with bright, intelligent eyes.
Without a word, Raoul was up and in his arms. He clung to him for a moment, shocked, but allowed the boy to kiss him. "I love you, Erik," he whispered against his lips, "because you are perfection in my eyes. I would have you no other way, homicidal tendencies and all."
Erik, for once, was speechless.
So, yeah... Wasn't that great, to be honest. Yes, I know there are grammatical errors. One day, when I'm not so lazy, I shall return and fix them. ;D Until then, review? I'd love to know what to improve on.