The Dream I Wish to Live pt. 1 “Erik, where are we going? I thought you said we’re going on a carriage ride in le Bois?”The Dream I Wish to Live pt. 1 by ~Stirack
“We are, my darling, we are. This is merely a shortcut.”
“Since when do shortcuts outside lead up?”
“Just trust me, my dear. You know these walls tell me their secrets and heed my wishes.”
“If you say so, Erik.”
“I do say so, you inquisitive little thing!”
Everything must be perfect, absolutely flawless for my flawless Christine. She is an angel, after all, and does an angel not deserve perfection?
We exited the confining safety of my false walls to stare down a dizzying, nine storey drop the the hardwood stage below. To my great pleasure, Christine fastened her little arms around one of mine in fear, eyes tightly screwed shut as a mousy squeak escaped her lips. Oh, wha
The Words I Long to Hear (One-shot) “…C-Christine, what I’ve been t-trying to explain is that I truly do l-love you, more than life, more-more than MUSIC! …And I w-would be the l-luckiest man in the world if you would agree to be my… w-w-wife!” Sweat dripped down my face and dampened my mask uncomfortably, my fingers laced together almost in a sign of prayer at my plea. I waited expectantly with baited breath and a tightness in my chest which I could not attribute to fickle health.The Words I Long to Hear (One-shot) by ~Stirack
If horses had the ability to laugh, then César was surely doing so, snorting into my face and pushing his nose to the center of my chest. I scowled and gently shoved his head away, sighing hopelessly and plopping to the ground. The gravel of the underground lakeshore stabbed me none to gently through my clothing, the black waters of Lake Averne lapped at my boots.
“Was it truly that terrible, César? Surely you exaggerate!”
In response, the horse rested his great ivory head on
THE PHANTOM IN LONDON: 7, THE LADY PROTESTS CHRISTINETHE PHANTOM IN LONDON: 7, THE LADY PROTESTS by ~lucybond
Fainting is dreadfully inconvenient. I opened my eyes to see the concerned faces of the Persian and his servant leaning over me, but I could also see Erik, sitting in the bed behind them and clutching the covers anxiously in his fists. His expression was hidden, as usual, by a mask, but I was certain from the way he held himself that he felt deeply relieved that I was unharmed.
I could only stare for a moment, unable to make sense of my emotions, until suddenly I knew exactly how I felt.
“How DARE you lie to me!”
I have always been complimented for my sweet, even temper; but I will not tolerate being deceived.
The Persian could not have anticipated the resounding slap I delivered to his left cheek. He reeled backwards onto the foot of the bed, but I was far from finished with him. I rose to my feet. He was stammering something now.
“I never said...”
“But you KNEW I would read the ne
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