Ask-Erik-destler

Christine sat in her dressing room as she flipped through the latest score before rehearsal for the newest opera began. Humming through the notes, she frowned as something sounded off. Clearing her throat, she tried once more. Glancing over her shoulder at her dressing room mirror, she eyed it curiously. Was he here? Her angel of music.

-🩰 Christine Daae @muses-in-my-mind

Erik practically ran through the passageways, running wasn't exactly an option for him because he needed to be quiet, so he briskly walked. Adjusting his mask along with his hair he smoothed both out. He had over slept, his ink stained hand along with the imprint of the edge of his desk on his left forearm was evidence of where his mind slipped into unconsciousness. In his hurried ness he barely noticed A low pipe And hit his head on it. "fuck" he grumbled half under his breath touching his hair And his hand came away clean of any blood, just A little dirt. He straightened himself out and walked the last few steps towards the mirror.

ask-erikdestler "ah Christine. It's not A story for delicate hearts like yours. One day I may talk about it but not right now" Erik nodded adjusting his cuffs aimlessly "yes I can see alright down here. I've become very familiar with how shapes look in candle light. I hope it's ok for you."

"My eyes will adjust in time. Hopefully."

Christine laughed softly as she laced her hands before her.

"Is your organ down here? Or is it a piano? Would you play something for me?"

"I am talented in most instruments with organ being my favorite. Do you have A pecie in mind or should I choose?"

Erik didn't want to be foward, fear of Christine rejecting him still burned inside him. Though he was loosing up A bit. Maybe it wasn't all that bad.

Christine sat in her dressing room as she flipped through the latest score before rehearsal for the newest opera began. Humming through the notes, she frowned as something sounded off. Clearing her throat, she tried once more. Glancing over her shoulder at her dressing room mirror, she eyed it curiously. Was he here? Her angel of music.

-🩰 Christine Daae @muses-in-my-mind

Erik practically ran through the passageways, running wasn't exactly an option for him because he needed to be quiet, so he briskly walked. Adjusting his mask along with his hair he smoothed both out. He had over slept, his ink stained hand along with the imprint of the edge of his desk on his left forearm was evidence of where his mind slipped into unconsciousness. In his hurried ness he barely noticed A low pipe And hit his head on it. "fuck" he grumbled half under his breath touching his hair And his hand came away clean of any blood, just A little dirt. He straightened himself out and walked the last few steps towards the mirror.

@ask-erikdestler "It's all I can ever call A home. It's nice isn't it? Make yourself comfortable" He sat down on the plush couch. Cuddling with his hand. He was rather nervous he had nothing much to do for her And well he hoped he didn't scare her off. That would break Erik's heart, Erik was worried for his love.

Christine finally perched on the edge of the love seat, studying the design on the Persian rug. Maybe it was the candlelight, but it almost looked like a music note. Or maybe it was the light.

"Is this where you compose those songs I hear?"

//You're back! :)

"yes I work here all night"

he smiles trying to not show his fear. Shifting his weight he looked down at his feet.

"do you like the rug? I Got it in Persia. A long time ago."

"In Persia? You must be well traveled, can you tell me about your adventures?"

Christine brightened as she smiled over at him, relaxing into the couch. She had been expecting something cold and dark, but this space felt well lived in and loved. Her gaze lingered on the numerous candles.

"Are you able to see well when you write your music late at night? Those candles don't seem very bright."

"ah Christine. It's not A story for delicate hearts like yours. One day I may talk about it but not right now"

Erik nodded adjusting his cuffs aimlessly

"yes I can see alright down here. I've become very familiar with how shapes look in candle light. I hope it's ok for you."

Christine sat in her dressing room as she flipped through the latest score before rehearsal for the newest opera began. Humming through the notes, she frowned as something sounded off. Clearing her throat, she tried once more. Glancing over her shoulder at her dressing room mirror, she eyed it curiously. Was he here? Her angel of music.

-🩰 Christine Daae @muses-in-my-mind

Erik practically ran through the passageways, running wasn't exactly an option for him because he needed to be quiet, so he briskly walked. Adjusting his mask along with his hair he smoothed both out. He had over slept, his ink stained hand along with the imprint of the edge of his desk on his left forearm was evidence of where his mind slipped into unconsciousness. In his hurried ness he barely noticed A low pipe And hit his head on it. "fuck" he grumbled half under his breath touching his hair And his hand came away clean of any blood, just A little dirt. He straightened himself out and walked the last few steps towards the mirror.

@ask-erikdestler "It's all I can ever call A home. It's nice isn't it? Make yourself comfortable" He sat down on the plush couch. Cuddling with his hand. He was rather nervous he had nothing much to do for her And well he hoped he didn't scare her off. That would break Erik's heart, Erik was worried for his love.

Christine finally perched on the edge of the love seat, studying the design on the Persian rug. Maybe it was the candlelight, but it almost looked like a music note. Or maybe it was the light.

"Is this where you compose those songs I hear?"

//You're back! :)

#I am back lol #life Got hectic

"yes I work here all night"

he smiles trying to not show his fear. Shifting his weight he looked down at his feet.

"do you like the rug? I Got it in Persia. A long time ago."

Erik do you want a cookie 🍪

is this cookie poisoned?

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Stop that

you decided to live with me.

Dear audience, this is what I get for having the better hairline

And burning my capes, And demanding to live with me, AND insulting my precaved 'frenchness' though I've was born And raised here.

1. That was literally a favor. You are welcome.

2. Also a blessing in disguise.

3. You aren’t letting that one go, are you?

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i have lived in France for 1/3 of my entire adult life. Not to mention I was born here. So what could be more French then A French citizenship?

Stop that

you decided to live with me.

Dear audience, this is what I get for having the better hairline

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And burning my capes, And demanding to live with me, AND insulting my precaved 'frenchness' though I've was born And raised here.

Stop that

you decided to live with me.

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Hiii roomie im leaving for the day to get food ,do you want anything? :) Im thinking we celebrate your culture by eating crepes.

Ps: I took your ugly cape with me to get it fixed. Do not look for it.

I do not require any food. Though I would appriciate a bottle of Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru. I finished it last night

ps; I have more then one cape

When was the last time you ate anything? I usually don’t turn my roommates into alcoholics this early.

Ps; curse you. They will be burnt tonight. I got crepes and I am sharing.

#erik phantom #erik the phantom #erik destler #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #erik poto #poto erik #Roommates era

"I ate yesterday. I just occasionally drink"

ps: you will never find all of them

Hiii roomie im leaving for the day to get food ,do you want anything? :) Im thinking we celebrate your culture by eating crepes.

Ps: I took your ugly cape with me to get it fixed. Do not look for it.

I do not require any food. Though I would appriciate a bottle of Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru. I finished it last night

ps; I have more then one cape

#erik phantom #erik the phantom #erik destler #phantom of the opera #christine depression #the phantom of the opera #erik poto #poto erik #Roomate era

You may call Cornelle.

AND you just proved my point. That is a very French thing to say, suga. You people are so in-tune with poetry and stupid enough to kill and die for love. Have you ever thought that life style may hurt you in the end?

And worst of all, I do not see a croissant basket anywhere.

✨

you are in France what did you expect? All of this makes you A very unpleasant person to be around with no added benefit of being pleasant to you. Love is A powerful emotion that can be easily crafted into A weapon.

“People have PAID to be pleasant with me,Napoleon. And if you let me fix your hideous cape and collar, the world might brighten up to you!

I almost agree with the last part- got me 4 free cigarettes down at the La Chance. Can I smoke down here?”

"I don't exactly care if you smoke. And Napoléon is back in charge? When will people learn? My clothes are fine how they are I've always told you this"

“I’m calling you Napoleon because I’m not calling you Phantom nor some ghost alias. Too melodramatic for my liking. If you volunteer your name, we can do that instead….?”

There was now a cloud of smoke in the air, making irritating swirls down the ebb and flow. Everything about this woman seemed atleast a little irritating. Everything from her heel tapping to her overly rehearsed smirk.

“We can return to the discussion of your wear later. But I better not hear a single complaint of your solitude. ”

"Its Erik"

Erik narrowed his eyes glaring at the women. oh if only he was in shape to strangle her. irritation built up in his system. God who would get this women out of his home.

"Not like you would care anyways"

“Erik sounds rather humble. Not like you at all. But I like it.”

She fidgeted with her cigarette, tapping the ash onto the floor. Despite her carefully curated image, it was evident that she wasn’t a local. She pronounced his name funny, with a sharper “r”but a softer “k”. However, pin pointing an accent didn’t seem possible. She sounded vaguely German, British and Slavic all at once. Hopefully her lack of commitment to this living situation mirrors her lack of commitment to a cultural identity.

“The things I’d do to be that apathetic. I’d be so unburdened… but! You are my personal project now. My consciousness won’t let me part until you are.. socialized. As I’ve mentioned before, It’ll be my payment for my stay.”

#nelle you are stupid #<<< Erik is so tired of her bs

"I don't need to be socialized. I've been properly socialized." Erik huffs crossing his arms. this women was annoying him to so much.

"Id rather you once more leave that attempt to socialize me."

You may call Cornelle.

AND you just proved my point. That is a very French thing to say, suga. You people are so in-tune with poetry and stupid enough to kill and die for love. Have you ever thought that life style may hurt you in the end?

And worst of all, I do not see a croissant basket anywhere.

✨

you are in France what did you expect? All of this makes you A very unpleasant person to be around with no added benefit of being pleasant to you. Love is A powerful emotion that can be easily crafted into A weapon.

“People have PAID to be pleasant with me,Napoleon. And if you let me fix your hideous cape and collar, the world might brighten up to you!

I almost agree with the last part- got me 4 free cigarettes down at the La Chance. Can I smoke down here?”

"I don't exactly care if you smoke. And Napoléon is back in charge? When will people learn? My clothes are fine how they are I've always told you this"

“I’m calling you Napoleon because I’m not calling you Phantom nor some ghost alias. Too melodramatic for my liking. If you volunteer your name, we can do that instead….?”

There was now a cloud of smoke in the air, making irritating swirls down the ebb and flow. Everything about this woman seemed atleast a little irritating. Everything from her heel tapping to her overly rehearsed smirk.

“We can return to the discussion of your wear later. But I better not hear a single complaint of your solitude. ”

#erik phantom #erik the phantom #erik destler #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #erik poto #poto erik #Roommate era

"Its Erik"

Erik narrowed his eyes glaring at the women. oh if only he was in shape to strangle her. irritation built up in his system. God who would get this women out of his home.

"Not like you would care anyways"

You may call Cornelle.

AND you just proved my point. That is a very French thing to say, suga. You people are so in-tune with poetry and stupid enough to kill and die for love. Have you ever thought that life style may hurt you in the end?

And worst of all, I do not see a croissant basket anywhere.

✨

you are in France what did you expect? All of this makes you A very unpleasant person to be around with no added benefit of being pleasant to you. Love is A powerful emotion that can be easily crafted into A weapon.

“People have PAID to be pleasant with me,Napoleon. And if you let me fix your hideous cape and collar, the world might brighten up to you!

I almost agree with the last part- got me 4 free cigarettes down at the La Chance. Can I smoke down here?”