Imagine/Oneshot Prompt: "I told you not to fall for me." (E/C, literal Angel of Music AU, last line adapted from Leroux)
She had warned him not to fall.
It had been quite a shock, when she had looked into his eyes and not through them. Most humans did not see angels - not because they could not, because they would not. It was almost as if she had been expecting him. How many eons had he spent unseen, nothing more than an invisible muse? She flourished under his tutelage, her voice rising from the earth to join the heavenly choirs. As she became more angelic, he became more human. It was not enough to see and hear her. He wanted to touch her, to love her…
But falling burned.
When came to her in this new form - ugly and mortal - she wept and covered her eyes. The woman who had dared gaze at an angel could not bear to look at the man of twisted flesh and blood kneeling before her. He took her hands for the first time and pressed them to the horror of his face. She would understand - he would make her understand. He had done it all for her. For love.
"It is true, Christine. I am not an Angel...I am Erik!"