Pure fluff. Pure. Fluff. And I am not a fluffy person. I hid in the back corner of the common room on retreat with my best friend to listen to "Best Ever Beer Drinker'sAlbum" on retreat rather than have to watch How to lose a guy in 10 days. I think Jacques took over my mind momentarily, unless it was Erik apologising for his unseemly holiday during my writer's block...Hmm...I think it was Erik! (Glows happy and red inside) In that case, I feel special! -runs off to hug her Phantom singing "I feel fluffy, oh so fluffy! I feel fluffy, and special, and loved!"

The Mega-Doomer: I never had a sanity to begin with so I don't really know what I'm missing. Oh well.

Thephantomofleopera: Yes, I do know Rupert is gay, doesn't mean he doesn't make great eye-candy though. I'm rarely a fluffy person, so this is a rather strange thing for me to do, but scarily enough I rather enjoyed it (Meep)

Jen Lennon: Are you a hopeless romantic? Cos that's kinda cute, yep, I'm very good at throwing random titbits in my stories.

AngelicFlutist: You know now that I have 6 versions of the Phantom, I'm tempted to get everyone out of the house and do what I wrote in the first chapter... O yeah, present for you... AngelicFlutist stood calmly poised on the marble staircase, dressed in a gown of dusk blue that shimmered midnight purple in the shadows . Dark sapphires glinted at her throat and in her hair, ornate spirals of heavy jewels set in shining gold. Earrings glinted in the candlelight, hidden by soft curls of glossy hair. Her dress commanded everyone's attention, a broad squarecut reaching almost to her shoulders, trimmed in a wide band of gold embroidery, long bell sleeves dropped from her shoulders to the floor and fingertips were just visible from within the voluminous folds of material. Gold cord crisscrossed over her bodice, winching in the smooth waist to fall to the pale white floor in a full skirt that whispered around her legs...See! Told you I'd get to it!

Reltistic: Torture you? Why yes, what other purpose would I have in life? Erik and Jacques in the same room, well they already share my head, but think disaster of universal proportions, much death and destruction everywhere.

Emma Noble: That is a good idea -ponders- note to self, look into that...If only you knew...does "Just wait and see" make it any easier?

Phantomsecretlove: Thankyou, don't worry I feel plenty special, and even more random!

IflyNAVY: Of course sweetness is a word! Pouty isn't though, now why is that?

Sapphire-aria: Ha! Yes, he does require seduction, when he isn't giving in to his own inner demons and desires...did you ever read "What Sweet Seduction"? I had it up here some time ago, but took it off because it wasn't within the guidelines. If you haven't and want a read, I should be posting it up on the DBCA soon.

Phantomsangel102: Who is Gerik? WHO is Gerik? Who IS Gerik? Who is GERIK? Know you nothing! Gerik is the movie version of Phantom of the Opera! Gerry+ErikGerik! -Storms off muttering random nonsense.

PhantomLover05: Ok, don't you know anything about my updating tendencies, I update every 2 or 3 days! It used to be one, but the holidays finished, 1 wee when I was blocked was the longest I was ever away from here! So never fear, the update is here!

Asingledarkcromsonrose: -hands her another drool bucket- don't drool on the keyboard, bad results, almsot as bad as pinneaple softdrink My brother, dont ask)

Aurora: How did you know I love daggers! They are in almost every one of my original tales, I even have a trilogy dedicated to them! Mmm...Chocolate

Voldemort's Hikari: I have the equivalent of a 747's luggage carrier under my eyes, I cant sleep lately. My friends call me a cat, because I always stretch in class like one.

Light barrer: Aw! Thanks beautiful!

Naomipoe: Thankyou! You're an excellent help!

BiP: I've missed you! Glad your back, yeah, I spend more time on the net than I do having a social life, and forget school, lol.

Masked Grace: Great work on the profile! Thankyou! And it's your fault this chapter was written because I was just going to goon and get one sep closer to actually having a plot and everything but nooooo...you just had to say "You cant leave it at that you bitch!" So apart from loving Erik, and rolling my eyes at Jacques...I blame you.

"Help me make the Music of the Night…" the last note trailed from Erik's lips as he looked down at the blonde lump curled up against him. Her feet tucked under her and one hand clutching a handful of cloak under her neck, with her head resting against his stomach and her arm tucked around his middle, burrowing between his embroidered waistcoat and his white shirt. He smiled and shifted regretfully, slipping her warm body to one side. Her skin pale and lips pouty with fatigue, yet a smile still hovered, she really did look like a cat, all she had to do was purr. He rose and collected the other blankets thrown carelessly across the room, several sheets of paper flew out of an over crammed notebook and he lifted them curiously.

Softly rain
Gently falling
Winds that whisper
Mountains mourning

His eyebrows raised slightly in admiration, truth be told he had never taken the time to read anything she had written, despite the fact she carried that little green notebook with her everywhere. Stacking them to one side to investigate further sometime later on, he shook the blankets out and went back to the bed. Lifting her drowsy form easily he placed her back onto the pillows, she sniffled and curled up. He took hold of his cape and tugged at it gently from her sleepy position, it lifted easily but for a fistful of material still clutched in Adriana's hand. With a sigh he covered her with the blankets and worked her arm out to remove the heavy black cloth from her fingers. But she kept hold of it with an extremely determined grip, tucked under her chin, he sighed again and knelt before her, touching cold fingers to her warm cheek. "You must let go mon minou" he murmured softly, brushing his fingers against her freckles and tucking her hair behind her ear. She murmured softly in reply and struggled to hold the cape like a security blanket. Erik smirked rather sadly and stroked deathly cold fingers over the inside of her wrist. Her grip loosened and she retracted her hand immediately into the warm safety of her bed. A silent chuckle sounded in Erik's throat as he raised up the blankets to cover her shoulders, his fingers touching lightly against her skin, he bit the inside of his lip against temptation, taking his time making sure she was properly covered.

No one would know. With sudden decisiveness, he reached in and touched his lips softly to hers, pressing Death's mouth gently against the warmth of her lips. She breathed a warm sigh of happiness against his cheek and he pulled back, not wanting to wake her. Swirling his now warm cape over his shoulders and collecting her work he smiled at her and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Yes, its short, I have no wish to make it longer. Softly rain was a little sonnet that flew into my head a few years back and it has always been my favourite piece of poetry I've ever written. I never extended it because I love it just the way it is.

Mon minou means my cat in French, I think...I hope, had to look it up so you can't blame me if it's wrong. Y'know, I just realised my review replies were longer than the chapter itself...cool!