I just have to share this with you guys. Mad and I were talking after Drama class about our multiple likes when we were finally discussing Phantom. We were talking about Raoul and Erik when Mad said and I quote!:
"Raouls ego is about this big *makes huge notion* while his equiment is about this big *makes a refrence to about 1/4 an inch*. Now Erik on the other hand, has an ego about this big *makes another reference to about 1/4 an inch* while his equipment is a subway sandwich!"
I swear to god, people were staring at me because I was laughing histerically in the middle of the hallway.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, I own nothing.
If this is how I get to wake up every morning, I wish vicomte's would die more often!
I finally sung Christine to sleep. Carefully, I retracted her from my embrace and laid her on the bed. I could have held her for days, years and have been content but I knew that if I held her any longer I might go mad with love for her. Her tiny, cooing breaths, her soft curly hair, and that smell that surrounds her. It's like peaches and rose and a smell so distinctly Christine. It drives me insane. As I laid her down, I noticed that her left hand still clutched my gloved one. I took a moment to examine her hand. It was tiny, twice as small as mine are. But it was so delicate, like a small dove. She had hands that sculptors try so hard to recreate. I wished now, more than ever, that I did not have my gloves on so I could feel the heat from her hands. The need to feel her skin was so strong… before I could stop myself I brought her hand to my left cheek. Her skin was so soft, like rose petals and silk.
Suddenly, her body moved and I almost fled. Her arm pulled back, my hand still clutched in hers, and she tucked our clutched hands under her cheek. I should leave her to sleep. But her hand wouldn't release mine. I tugged on my hand ever so lightly but that only caused her to pull her hand closed to her cheek. Once again I cursed my gloves. I'd do anything to feel her baby soft cheek against my hand.
How long have I dreamed her willing to touch me? Oh Christine, my Christine… I love you… so damn much…
**
I hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep until I was drifting into consciousness. The first thing I saw were her bright blue eyes staring at me. A faint smile touched her lips and her hand still lovingly held mine. If this is how I get to wake up every morning, I wish vicomte's would die more often! My heart swelled when she squeezed my hand affectionately. She's touching me on her own free will… she's so beautiful…
"Good morning," the angel said.
"Christine…" It was as if my voice had been stolen from me. All I could manage to do was utter this beauty's name and caress each letter as if it were her cheek.
Her eyes shut for a second- was that a shutter- of delight?
"Erik, I must tell you something," she said, opening her eyes. "I want you to listen."
I opened my mouth and her soft finger covered my deformed lips. My eyes widened in shock and flew up to her gaze which shown with love. "No interruptions."
I nodded dumbly, dazed at her touch on my deformed skin. Slowly, she removed her finger, which gave a lingering caress, and began to speak. Oh, my Christine…
"When I first went to kiss you… it was a bribe," she admitted, her eyes moving down, ashamed.
I felt my heart sink as disappointment and pain started to consume me. I had to get out, she can't see me cry…
"I was so furious with you, Erik. You had threatened the life of my dearest friend and forcing me into something I wasn't ready for. But then, we kissed. And," she paused, eyes closed as if she were savoring the memory. "It was like in all the stories I've read. There were bells ringing and birds singing. And, oh god, Erik, if you had asked me to give you the moon I would have gladly reached into the heavens for it. I knew it then Erik, that I loved you. I love you, Erik. But you deserve so much better than me… but I needed you to know that I love you. Do you hear me, Erik? I love you!"
I only half listened after the 'I knew it then Erik, that I loved you' part. She loved me! She truly loved me after all… god, did I die and go to heaven? What did she say about her not deserving me? I could love no other! But did I deserve her… Could I really condemn her to the hell that I live in? To the darkness?
"Erik, please, say something!" Christine was near tears. "Do you not love me anymore?"
"Christine!" I said, shocked. "Don't ever utter that sentence again! Of course I love you, Mon Cherie, never question that!"
A cry of joy escaped her lips as she flung herself at me and held me to her. Such sweet soothing warmth… I love her so much…
But could I honestly condemn her?
She kissed my cheek, the deformed one, and I gasped in surprise. I needed to think… and that is something I cannot do with this tasty little morsel in my arms. Wait, when did I start to think about her like that! I need to get out!
"Christine?" I said. She merely hummed in response. "I need to think about this… about us… I'm going to go for a walk, but I'll be back…"
"But Erik, you have no mask," she reminded me.
And that's when I remembered. This entire time I had no mask over my face. And she had never winced, never looked at me oddly. Now I really needed to think.
"I believe Nadir has kept a spare for me here, Christine. I shall not be long."
I left her then, I heard her whimper in response to the cold but I couldn't turn back I had to think. Indeed, Nadir did have a spare. I always left some clothing here incase I had to flee.
I walked out into the nameless streets. My fedora pulled low, my body remaining in the shadows. I numbly realized that it was raining and that it was cold. She kissed me, she said she loved me… how could I condemn her to this blackness, this hell…
She needed sunlight, she was a creature of the heavens. Oh, I want to scream so badly… this is all so confusing… she finally loves me… but now I can't keep her. I'll tell her that, yes, that I love her… but she deserves so much better. And if she will not leave me, I'll have to leave her. This is so hard… this has to be the most difficult things I've ever had to do… harder than trying to piece back together the shattered face of a china doll.
I stumbled back to Nadirs feeling hot and sweaty. Oddly, I also felt very dizzy and fuzzy. What was going on? I didn't drink at all today, no morphine either… The door opened and Christine jumps up from her position on the couch. She says something but I just can't make it out. I'm so dizzy… did I just moan? Arms touching my mine as I'm being lead to a room, with a bed! The bed enfolds me in its embrace. But a million blankets covered me in its searing heat. No, get them off! Insistent hands hold them down… soft humming… and angels voice… Christine… cold wet cloth… blackness… silence…
"Raouls ego is about this big *makes huge notion* while his equiment is about this big *makes a refrence to about 1/4 an inch*. Now Erik on the other hand, has an ego about this big *makes another reference to about 1/4 an inch* while his equipment is a subway sandwich!"
I swear to god, people were staring at me because I was laughing histerically in the middle of the hallway.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, I own nothing.
If this is how I get to wake up every morning, I wish vicomte's would die more often!
I finally sung Christine to sleep. Carefully, I retracted her from my embrace and laid her on the bed. I could have held her for days, years and have been content but I knew that if I held her any longer I might go mad with love for her. Her tiny, cooing breaths, her soft curly hair, and that smell that surrounds her. It's like peaches and rose and a smell so distinctly Christine. It drives me insane. As I laid her down, I noticed that her left hand still clutched my gloved one. I took a moment to examine her hand. It was tiny, twice as small as mine are. But it was so delicate, like a small dove. She had hands that sculptors try so hard to recreate. I wished now, more than ever, that I did not have my gloves on so I could feel the heat from her hands. The need to feel her skin was so strong… before I could stop myself I brought her hand to my left cheek. Her skin was so soft, like rose petals and silk.
Suddenly, her body moved and I almost fled. Her arm pulled back, my hand still clutched in hers, and she tucked our clutched hands under her cheek. I should leave her to sleep. But her hand wouldn't release mine. I tugged on my hand ever so lightly but that only caused her to pull her hand closed to her cheek. Once again I cursed my gloves. I'd do anything to feel her baby soft cheek against my hand.
How long have I dreamed her willing to touch me? Oh Christine, my Christine… I love you… so damn much…
**
I hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep until I was drifting into consciousness. The first thing I saw were her bright blue eyes staring at me. A faint smile touched her lips and her hand still lovingly held mine. If this is how I get to wake up every morning, I wish vicomte's would die more often! My heart swelled when she squeezed my hand affectionately. She's touching me on her own free will… she's so beautiful…
"Good morning," the angel said.
"Christine…" It was as if my voice had been stolen from me. All I could manage to do was utter this beauty's name and caress each letter as if it were her cheek.
Her eyes shut for a second- was that a shutter- of delight?
"Erik, I must tell you something," she said, opening her eyes. "I want you to listen."
I opened my mouth and her soft finger covered my deformed lips. My eyes widened in shock and flew up to her gaze which shown with love. "No interruptions."
I nodded dumbly, dazed at her touch on my deformed skin. Slowly, she removed her finger, which gave a lingering caress, and began to speak. Oh, my Christine…
"When I first went to kiss you… it was a bribe," she admitted, her eyes moving down, ashamed.
I felt my heart sink as disappointment and pain started to consume me. I had to get out, she can't see me cry…
"I was so furious with you, Erik. You had threatened the life of my dearest friend and forcing me into something I wasn't ready for. But then, we kissed. And," she paused, eyes closed as if she were savoring the memory. "It was like in all the stories I've read. There were bells ringing and birds singing. And, oh god, Erik, if you had asked me to give you the moon I would have gladly reached into the heavens for it. I knew it then Erik, that I loved you. I love you, Erik. But you deserve so much better than me… but I needed you to know that I love you. Do you hear me, Erik? I love you!"
I only half listened after the 'I knew it then Erik, that I loved you' part. She loved me! She truly loved me after all… god, did I die and go to heaven? What did she say about her not deserving me? I could love no other! But did I deserve her… Could I really condemn her to the hell that I live in? To the darkness?
"Erik, please, say something!" Christine was near tears. "Do you not love me anymore?"
"Christine!" I said, shocked. "Don't ever utter that sentence again! Of course I love you, Mon Cherie, never question that!"
A cry of joy escaped her lips as she flung herself at me and held me to her. Such sweet soothing warmth… I love her so much…
But could I honestly condemn her?
She kissed my cheek, the deformed one, and I gasped in surprise. I needed to think… and that is something I cannot do with this tasty little morsel in my arms. Wait, when did I start to think about her like that! I need to get out!
"Christine?" I said. She merely hummed in response. "I need to think about this… about us… I'm going to go for a walk, but I'll be back…"
"But Erik, you have no mask," she reminded me.
And that's when I remembered. This entire time I had no mask over my face. And she had never winced, never looked at me oddly. Now I really needed to think.
"I believe Nadir has kept a spare for me here, Christine. I shall not be long."
I left her then, I heard her whimper in response to the cold but I couldn't turn back I had to think. Indeed, Nadir did have a spare. I always left some clothing here incase I had to flee.
I walked out into the nameless streets. My fedora pulled low, my body remaining in the shadows. I numbly realized that it was raining and that it was cold. She kissed me, she said she loved me… how could I condemn her to this blackness, this hell…
She needed sunlight, she was a creature of the heavens. Oh, I want to scream so badly… this is all so confusing… she finally loves me… but now I can't keep her. I'll tell her that, yes, that I love her… but she deserves so much better. And if she will not leave me, I'll have to leave her. This is so hard… this has to be the most difficult things I've ever had to do… harder than trying to piece back together the shattered face of a china doll.
I stumbled back to Nadirs feeling hot and sweaty. Oddly, I also felt very dizzy and fuzzy. What was going on? I didn't drink at all today, no morphine either… The door opened and Christine jumps up from her position on the couch. She says something but I just can't make it out. I'm so dizzy… did I just moan? Arms touching my mine as I'm being lead to a room, with a bed! The bed enfolds me in its embrace. But a million blankets covered me in its searing heat. No, get them off! Insistent hands hold them down… soft humming… and angels voice… Christine… cold wet cloth… blackness… silence…