Disclaimer: If I owned the Phantom of the Opera I'd have better things to
do with my time and his than write these stories. I also don't own "Il
Muto."
A/N: I think this'll be around seven chapters, but not sure. Take note of the chapter titles! Setting is post-ALW, but you know me: I'll probably be mixing in Leroux also.
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Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh! by AngelCeleste85
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Ch. 1 - They Say This Youth...
"Going out, dear?"
Erik looked up from his book to the vision of loveliness before him. Christine had always hinted at becoming a lovely when she reached full bloom. Now she looked just like that white lily in a white dress of delicate lawn suitable for the hour, and a cloak of soft green wool.
"Yes," she said quietly. She had always been quiet and subdued around him now, in the month since he had literally forced her hand. But Erik had kept his word, the Vicomte de Chagny had gone free, and...
"Will you want me to ferry you?" Erik would have loved to keep Christine within his sight at all times, but gave her the choice. After all, he had to trust her now. She was...
"No, thank you. I'll be all right."
"Be safe then, ma cherie," he said, his tone equally soft. He rose, careful to mark his place in the book with a slip of paper, and enfolded his young wife in his arms. "I do not know what I would do without you."
Christine returned the embrace and kissed his masked cheek. "Don't worry, Erik. I will be fine."
That was something else: she had never once used a term of endearment to him. But, given the way he had forced her to marry him, Erik could not blame her. He adjusted her cloak to cover her shoulders a little more, fastened the clasp at her throat and smiled as his hand came into contact with the little band of brushed gold on the ring finger of her left hand.
His ring, for his wife. "Come back to me, dearest."
Christine dropped her eyes. "I will."
Then the young singer was out the door and into the darkness of the fifth cellar beyond.
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Short, I know, but keep reading! And keep feeding!
AC
A/N: I think this'll be around seven chapters, but not sure. Take note of the chapter titles! Setting is post-ALW, but you know me: I'll probably be mixing in Leroux also.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh! by AngelCeleste85
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ch. 1 - They Say This Youth...
"Going out, dear?"
Erik looked up from his book to the vision of loveliness before him. Christine had always hinted at becoming a lovely when she reached full bloom. Now she looked just like that white lily in a white dress of delicate lawn suitable for the hour, and a cloak of soft green wool.
"Yes," she said quietly. She had always been quiet and subdued around him now, in the month since he had literally forced her hand. But Erik had kept his word, the Vicomte de Chagny had gone free, and...
"Will you want me to ferry you?" Erik would have loved to keep Christine within his sight at all times, but gave her the choice. After all, he had to trust her now. She was...
"No, thank you. I'll be all right."
"Be safe then, ma cherie," he said, his tone equally soft. He rose, careful to mark his place in the book with a slip of paper, and enfolded his young wife in his arms. "I do not know what I would do without you."
Christine returned the embrace and kissed his masked cheek. "Don't worry, Erik. I will be fine."
That was something else: she had never once used a term of endearment to him. But, given the way he had forced her to marry him, Erik could not blame her. He adjusted her cloak to cover her shoulders a little more, fastened the clasp at her throat and smiled as his hand came into contact with the little band of brushed gold on the ring finger of her left hand.
His ring, for his wife. "Come back to me, dearest."
Christine dropped her eyes. "I will."
Then the young singer was out the door and into the darkness of the fifth cellar beyond.
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Short, I know, but keep reading! And keep feeding!
AC