Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I don't own POTO... All I own is an overactive imagination.
Summary: ErikRaoul slash. Alphabet game.

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I is for Intelligent

by: Lucifer Rosemaunt

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I.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Raoul knew that the intelligent response would have been to calmly explain that this had all been some sort of misunderstanding.

It was absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. In fact, his mind had faltered when Christine had even accused him of having some illicit affair with her Angel of Music.

Angel of Music? That 'Angel' was a madman who was currently trying to tear his opera house apart. Raoul didn't know what sort of imagination Christine was employing to come to such a conclusion, but since Raoul was justifiably angry - irrationally angry, he didn't explain why such a thing could never come to pass.

Raoul looked directly in her eyes and said, "He's not only your angel, Christine."

The scandalized look on her face was well worth the lie.

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LOL... we all know that Erik was somewhere watching this whole argument