Title: Closing
Their Eyes
Phantom Version: ALW musical (movie version
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Disclaimer: Particulars belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber; characters belong to
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Christine cannot help closing her eyes as Raoul thrusts into her. She wants this to be enough, wants him to be enough, yet she cannot help imagining that the man above her is stronger, bigger, with darker, shorter hair falling into his face. She can't help picturing sad, hungry green eyes in place of the icy blues of the face that is pressed against her pale neck, can't help pretending that the voice that moans into her ear is just a little more melodic, a little more seductive. She knows that if she opens her eyes they will betray her desire for the candlelight to be glinting off of cool ivory instead of warm peach, and so she keeps them shut.
But what Christine cannot see is that Raoul's eyes mirror hers in their closure. And she cannot see the images behind those eyes, images of a burning rope around his neck, hot breath on his cheek, and a voice that was not the soaring soprano he loved yet brought tears to his eyes with its beauty in a way hers never had. She cannot see the shared regret and dissatisfaction in their climaxes, chests heaving with the effort of fabricated sensuality. And neither can Raoul.
But they are both good at pretending. They are both good at closing their eyes.
