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I hate to go into hiatus only after some weeks ( two, I think? ) of blog, but I’m afraid that is no other option since I’m going to a congress in another city, and I won’t have internet acess while I’m there. Basically, I will be as isolated as Erik.

*cries*

I expect to be back in one week. See you all soon.

xoxo. gossip phantom.

#( i don't really know how to communicate so this is the weirdest hiatus post ever posted on this website )#( i will try to queue some things before i go :) )#( see ya! )#( ooc )#( hiatus )

christine: “its in your soul, that the true distortion lies”

erik:

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵖᵃʳᵃˡˡᵉˡ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵍʰᵗ! (ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#i don't have a comeback to that #... i think my dear we have a guest thank god #( there is always crack posts around i might as well try )

@ofmusicandprayers :

His motive was most certainly Christine, but he’d come to understand that the two of them wanted to pull her in two completely different directions entirely. The masked man who lived like a sewer rat wanted to use her as a plaything. He wanted to keep her for his own. He wanted her to be his and his alone. Knowing human nature, that probably meant he wanted her as his little crooning sex object.

San, on the other hand, had made a promise to her father to protect and guide her. He was thankful that the Phantom was assisting with the teaching, but he was ready to pull her out of the situation when things got out of hand.

“Nearly. I’d say you have a little further to go before you are my equal.” He brushed a bit of dust off of the shoulder of his suit jacket absentmindedly. “You may be correct in that, although there’s no way for you to make me go away. Such a shame, hmm?” A playful smile pulled at his lips and he bowed his head as Erik turned to leave. “Of course. I plan on it. I may even take up the offer of a dinner invitation at the home of a certain Christine Daaé. That sounds splendid.”

This fool thought he knew everything, not only about the reason of this peculiar visit but about the Phantom, the mystery itself. If not haunted by the kiss that intoxicated his lips, his thoughts, came in flashes during dreams - the lasso would have been on his hands minutes ago. Ready to take another soul. ❝ When I reach your level, monsieur, pray that I won’t give you a PRIVATE performance. ❞ Sarcasm was rich in his tone. Indeed, what a strange thing to say -- there was always a way to get rid of people. Some crueler than others, and while not the case, it was a well-known truth. ❝ Yes, a shame. ❞

Leaving was no longer an option the moment Christine’s name was spoken. His eyes burned with hate, not because of what was said itself - no longer was she his, in any way, student or even muse, distant memories was all that was left of a love never shared. Dead was the Phantom, and to her, it would be better this way. Freedom was his gift - ❝ Rejoice then. You were invited to dine with an Angel. ❞ That was all Erik dared to say, clenched teeth, knowing already she could move on without him and yet his dreadful soul was stuck forever, wondering what if. Let her be happy, give her a life without me - it is what she needs, and deserves.

#𝖎. 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.#ofmusicandprayers

souldraggermoved

Character building time. Fill my inbox with questions about my muse!

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ʰᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ( ᵃˢᵏ ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#:)

see ayesha can be your new prodigy and you can sing the meowsic of the night. see we all win.

... she wouldn’t enjoy it as much as you did.

#what part of '' you alone can make my song take flight '' you didn't get?#you are my one and only #only you and you alone #this is why ayesha doesn't like you see?#you are so DIFFICULT #`•.#¸¸#.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵖᵃʳᵃˡˡᵉˡ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵍʰᵗ! (ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ) ¯`•.#.•´#littlclctte

lady-arryn

costume appreciation: Erik’s wardrobe from The Phantom of The Opera (costumes by Alexandra Byrne)

(requested by anonymous)

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵃᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ (ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´

@littlclctte :

🎼 ❛ FRIEND OR PHANTOM ? :

fleeting touch clad in leather has her shiver , hoping he did not sense nor caught glimpse of it. sending tremors down her spine , breath caught in her throat and staring into eyes of umber. his words harsh , aimed and thrown as daggers cause irritation to linger upon her delicate mien , furrowed brows and lips twitching downward into a frown ( ignoring the affliction , a harsh maestro he often was and although she abhorred it , she was not surprised by it ) she says nothing , lips pressed thin as if sewn together for her stubborn nature surely was arising , brimming in her lithe frame but she would not match fire with fire to ignite a flame of destruction.

yet when he obliges to her request , a hint of a smile overcomes her , eyes alight and thankful albeit his brute and icy deliverance ❝ well i was hoping ! - ❞ she pauses , her light and melodious voice a hymn against cavernous walls ; a little bell rung it’s sweet tone no matter how it was struck , yet again she retreated to a lower tone

❝ i .. that is , i was hopeful that we could do something during my , our - break from lessons. something we both enjoy ! ❞ she offers , light exuding from her practically. but what was it that he likes ? she questioned to herself. for years she knew the angel , her angel ! but she did not know the man. or did she ? was the angel his protection to be himself ? or an illusion to truly deceive. a man cannot feign goodness so easily. no she did not believe that he was devoid of a soul. only it was filled with poison. to only be rid of that ..

❝ um , you compose. ❞ lower lip caught between rows of white , uncertainty being her restraint to let her tongue loose as her look wanders around to his domain. sketches , miscellaneous objects and arts , proof of a genius indeed ❝ may i request you play me a song ? your playing it is , it is truly beautiful ❞

❝ I’m afraid, Christine, that you CONFUSE me. ❞ Stopping in his tracks, turning to face her with his brow furrowed, musician tried to make sense of words that didn’t match with their current bittering. A strict teacher gave space for an admirer, artist spending time with his ultimate muse that was more than he was worth to worship in such horrendous way, a way that resulted in bruises, purple hidden under their skins. ❝ We did something we both enjoy --- I played, you sang, is that not enough? ❞ What else is there? Things that black shared in common with white? Her request was so simple, yet so complicated - it also went against what Christine herself desired.

Play her a song ---- oh, ingénue, he would play her all the symphonies, all the melodies of this world if that was what she requested. Even the ones from above, if allowed to be in such precarious hands of a muderous genius. But without saying a word, SHADOW walked slowly to the piano, not the organ. Christine deserved sweeter notes and of the violin was not so haunting to shaken soul, perhaps that would have been his first choice - sad pity. Eyes silently invited her to sit by his side on the bench. If song was what she wanted, the composer would allow his inspiration to be near, inviting, so tempting.

The piece was composed years ago, and alongside with it - a drawing. Only a pair of eyes, brown ones, familiar, close - they were HERE! - staring back at them, mocking him and oh, yes, he knew it was scaring Christine just like her twin in porcelain. Erik closed his eyes, rage - STUPIDITY. ❞ When an artist loves, ❞ irritation, cursing - anger - were so clear in the impossible soft tone that man carried when speaking to such sweetness. ❞ That person lives on forever. ❞ It was the only explanation he was willing to give, or else, over would be this break. Putting that horrid shame away, another composer was the chosen one. Not himself. ❞ Chopin will do. ❞

#𝖎. 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.#( another chapter in: erik embarasses himself bc he has a crush )#littlclctte

( just a smal psa: if i did not post a starter and you liked the post, please don’t think that i don’t want to write if you. it is really hard to write some starters with erik because he is not social, and bumping in the streets would simply not happen. but always feel free to send me a meme, since they have scenarios, it makes everything easier )

#( ooc. )#( i'm a very shy person )#( so i will rarely go im you to plot )#( it makes me unconfortable )#( but you can message me and i will be extremely happy ok? feel free to talk to me anytime )

quietvoiced

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ⁿᵒ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ( ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´

*tucks flower into your wig* you soft (◡‿◡✿)

… not again.

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵖᵃʳᵃˡˡᵉˡ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵍʰᵗ! (ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#listen @christines #i'm trying to be boody #petition for you to stop doing this

PUBLIC ANNOUCEMENT.

I’m not a lotion.

Thank you.

@littlclctte is spreading lies. @innocensrcse is also guilty, I don’t know exactly why but she always is guilty.

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵖᵃʳᵃˡˡᵉˡ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵍʰᵗ! (ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#I have an image to maintain #and you both are ruining it calling me soft #I won't have more of it

fcoppola

♫ Sing once again with me our strange duet. ♫ The Phantom of the Opera 2004 | Dir.Joel Schumacher

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶠˡᶦᵍʰᵗ( ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵃᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ (ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᶦʳᶦᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵇᶦⁿᵉᵈ( ᵉʳᶦᵏ ˣ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#( thanks for the pain :) )#( no thorn on the roses )#( because he cuts them off )#( ;) at least what i hc )

antiqone

The Phantom of the Opera, 2004 dir. Joel Schumacher Costume Design by Alexandra Byrne

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵃᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ (ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´

dark-n-kinky

But imagine Hades, the God of the underworld, the mighty and powerful seated on a throne of skulls handing out punishment to sinners cowering in front of his dark and fearsome aura and suddenly Persephone skips in the room, humming a bright tune, twirling in her pretty colourful dress and she skips to Hades and places a flower crown on his head and Hades is like ‘Honey, I’m trying to do my job here.’ or ‘I have an image to maintain, I’m the God of Underworld!’ and Persephone just smiled cutely at him and pecks his cheek and Hades just kinda sighs because he’s so whipped by his little sunshine but it’s just so hard.

#`•.¸¸.•´¯ ||| ♫ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᶦʳᶦᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵇᶦⁿᵉᵈ( ᵉʳᶦᵏ ˣ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵉ ) ¯`•.¸¸.•´#( hades and persephone and e/c parallels )#( !!! )

Monsieur,

Fear not. This letter is not a threat or the sign of my return - which will not happen - keep this as your dirtiest secret if you will, or burn it after reading, but not before. As to your surprise, I shall assure it is not an impostor that writes or even a man for that matter. The subject of this peculiar contact appeared but weeks ago, when the word of your wife Christine Daaé sickness reached a shadow. I never dared to write to an enemy as I dare to do now, neither did I ever feel as much shame - this is a new feeling to someone who never cared to please, and yet, much has changed these last years, that even I question the accuracy of the term “enemy”, as our war is over, and with such, the Viscon Christine’s torment. As said before, the subject of this letter will leave you sick, for who am I to inquire after her health? My deeds keep me from whispering her name, monsieur, and nothing is left of what you despised but a carcass. Keep wishing that my body will rot in hell - I wish the same thing, without taking a word. I have one question, which is simple, yet brings pain to those who know those blue eyes. A question that you will not answer, half because you are disgusted that I’m still breathing and came back to haunt your memories during this arduous moment, half because you may be in denial, which I believe is what I a man would feel in your position, so, here I dare: is a deathbed her future? Pardón the crude sentence, don’t forgive this letter, don’t mention it to her or else possible last breaths will be poisoned, I love her still, or fell free to burn it now and forget that you ever received it - after all, I am not worth a single reply.

But if you still are capable of one, know that if yes is the answer I receive, soon I will be gone from this world as well.

@dechaagny // starter

#𝖎. 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.#( this is different )#( like not a normal thread but i couldn't think of anything better )#( call me a sham because yes that is what i am )#dechaagny