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extremely private  ,    low activity writing blog for    𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄     𝐃𝐀𝐀É   of gaston leroux’s    𝐋𝐄    𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓Ô𝐌𝐄    𝐃𝐄    𝐋'𝐎𝐏É𝐑𝐀 .    based on personal headcanon  ,    interpretation    &    lore  ,    with influence from the original novel  ,    alw’s musical  ,    and other various adaptations  ,    as well as mythology   &    literature  .    𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫    𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯    𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏  .    by echo    (  he  /  they  ,    21 )

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should i change my url

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[  starter call  ]

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Q.     LET  ME  ASSIGN  YOU  A  LOVE  LANGUAGE .

𝑎  .     𝑎     𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒     𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑     𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓      ——       you have left your house  ,     you have left those people behind  ,     but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you  ?     you can run but not without them  .     you want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything  .    you want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too  .     you want to sit with it in front of you  ,     let them see you with all your flaws  ,     which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so  ,     and you want them to love you anyways  .     because you know you’d do that for them

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christine is such a big fan of mementos ..  knick knacks ...  she has so many little things stashed away and they all mean so much to her

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𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒  ,    ERIK  *

@lacolombe​  liked  for  a  starter  .

❝  ah  …  so  it  is  late  ,  then  .❞      they’ve  fallen  into  routine  ,  no  matter  how  unwilling  :  mornings  were  reserved  for  stilted  voice  lessons  ,  and  the  evenings  were  for  silent  dinners  ,  followed  with  reading  by  the  fire  . 

he  comments  this  as  she  closes  her  book  of  fairy  tales  ,  he  sparing  a  glance  to  the  clock  above  the  mantle  —  four  past  eight  .  not  nearly  far  enough  into  the  evening  to  warrant  sleeping  ,  but  even  still  ,  he  will  not  question  her  .  

❝  i  have  indulged  in  far  too  much  of  your  time  as  it  is  .  i  will  not  keep  you  up  any  longer  ,  christine  .  ❞

𝑖𝑡    𝑤𝑎𝑠    𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦    𝑓𝑜𝑟    𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒    𝑑𝑎𝑎𝑒    𝑡𝑜    𝑔𝑒𝑡    𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡                         all in different ways  ----    in the catacombs of her own thoughts  ,    in the endless flowering words of the tales she had adored her whole life  ,    in him  ,    in these cold    &    darkened halls that seemed to have no end  .    and yet she found herself perfectly placed in the present  ,    fully aware of the fire before them  ;    conscious of the plush seat beneath her  ,    of his nervous hands    &    coquettish gaze                        (    always the girl with your head in the clouds  !    he was her anchor  ,    in  a way  .    he kept her tethered  ,   there  ,   real  ----    𝑤ℎ𝑜    𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑    ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒    𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡    𝑖𝑡    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑗𝑜𝑏    𝑜𝑓    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙    𝑡𝑜    𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑠    𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙    𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚    𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔    𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦    )

  ❛  erik  ,    please  ----  ❜  

the sigh leaves her mouth before she can stop it  ,    and at once her cheeks turn the color of fresh bloomed roses    /    ℎ𝑒𝑟   𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒    𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡    𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛    ℎ𝑒𝑟    𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ    𝑖𝑛    𝑎    𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑    𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟  ----    she hadn’t meant such a tone with him  .    fingers flex around the worn novel  ,    turning in her seat to face him                        (    she braces herself  ,   fortifying her heart  ----    stilling the frantic gasp of her lungs  .    oh  ,   angel  ,    i just want your company  ,   can’t you see  ?    )                        ❛  what i mean to say is  .  .  .    i am not tired  ,    i would just like to talk with you  ----    to spend time with you  .    we speak so little  ,    erik  ,    i would like to change that  .  .  .    if it is alright with you  ❜  

[0008753]

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history. 

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𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒    𝑠𝑎𝑡    𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑    𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚    𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦  ,                     it was quiet  ,    far away a dozen dancers slept peacefully  ----    instruments put to bed in their cases  ,    the stage yawning as the lights grew dim    &    the rooms grew cold and absent  .    but they were here still  ,    sat before one another                      (    and she sang for him  ----    the croon of a dove    /    the chorus of a heavenly angel    /    divine    &    beautiful in the way only haunted things were    )                    𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡    𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙  ----    𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠    𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛    𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ  !                    I   STOOD   OVER   MY   MOTHERS   GRAVE   BEFORE   I   EVEN   KNEW   HOW   TO   CRAWL                    as a girl i saw her all around me  ;    in the boughs of snow covered trees  ,    in papa’s voice as he sang russian lullabies in crude broken tones  ,    in pools of moonlight    &    water    &    dreams of koschei’s palace

and now she was here  ,    with him  ,    swept away by the call of his song    /    𝑎𝑛    𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙    𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑    𝑡𝑜    𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟    𝑎𝑡    ℎ𝑖𝑠    𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝                    ❛  erik  ----  ❜                    her voice was hesitant  ,    and his name rested on her tongue in the way only the most tender of whispers did                    (    i hold your name as a lover    /    as a saint  ,    i cherish the way it fits in my mouth  ,    it molds to my lungs  ,    𝑎𝑠    𝑖𝑓    𝑦𝑜𝑢    𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒    𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠    𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡    𝑡𝑜    𝑏𝑒    𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒    )                    ❛  you’ve  .  .  .    made a note  ,    here  ,    over these lines  ----    what does it mean  ?  ❜  

@lemasque​  ,    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

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𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒    𝑤𝑎𝑠    𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡  ,                     and outside the city of paris was alive  ----    the cobbled streets bustling with hurried faces    /    ladies strolling with their lace parasols  ;    visions of wealth    &    beauty ingrained upon the city of love    &    light  .    and though christine lived within it  ,    and longed for it  ,    she was unsure if she was a part of it                    (    poor orphan girl  ,    𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟    𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ    𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦    𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡  ,    𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟    𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ    𝑎    𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡    𝑎𝑠    ℎ𝑒𝑟    𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟  !    perhaps she was mad  ,    a haunted house    /    a decaying cathedral    )                    how she and the other girls marveled at the jeweled throats of aristocrats that wandered into these halls  ----    made bets with one another on how much such fine fabrics would cost  !                    it was a world adjacent to hers  ,    as though she had taken a step to the left  ,    and existed alone just outside of it

  ❛  monsieur lefebvre  ,    why are you here so late  ?    the last performance was hours ago  .  .  .  ❜  

she holds her tongue  ,    bites down on her words hurriedly  ----    had she any room to question him  ?    she herself wandered the halls long after she should  ,    𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒𝑑    𝑎𝑠    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠    𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤    𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟  ,    stewing in the faded chatter  ----    the stirred energy that all those faces had left behind  .                    as though she could feel them still  ,    as if  .  .  .    if she stood long enough there  ,    she could understand them better

@bittorn​  ,    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

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ℎ𝑜𝑤    𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑    𝑠ℎ𝑒    𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤    𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛  ,                     a bird set in flight for too long  ----    aching wings    &    brittle bones  .    a tender thing that longed to soar                    (    an icarus of her own making  !    for he was the sunlight  ,    something distant    &    mysterious    &    beautiful to her  ,    but she feared that he would burn her if she grew too close    )                    her fingers wove together nervously  ----    a fidgeting nature  ,   anxious  ,    wishing him to not notice the exhaustion that crept into her voice  ;    or the weariness that hung beneath her eyes                    ❛  maestro  .  .  .    how much longer must i wait  ?  ❜ 

she hoped to not sound ungrateful  ,   or rushed  ,   or demanding                    (    𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒    𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒  ,    𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒    𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚    𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔    /    her breath felt cold in her lungs  ----    as though ice sat in her mouth  ,    slowly seeping the warmth from her    )                     angel i am tired  ,    and the morning grows nearer with each moment  ,    and though i long to be here my legs yearn to give out beneath me

@cadavrange​  ,    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

[fantomal]

is this your christine @lacolombe​

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𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

001  .  endless  edits  ,  ft  @lacolombe  .  only  mutuals  may  rb  .

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𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐈  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  …

001  .  erik  in  motion  ,  only  mutuals  may  rb  .

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𝑓𝑜𝑟    𝑎    𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔    𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡  ,    𝑠ℎ𝑒    𝑖𝑠    𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡                    as if resigned  ,    lost in her own though  ,    wandering the haunted corridors that yawn in her mind with fanged maw                    (    sweet bird  ,    how haunted you are  .    ghosts  ,   lovers  ,   they sit within you and weep    )                    your chest is a cathedral  ,    rotted pews    &    broken glass  ,    decayed  ----    and yet beautiful in the destruction                    (    flowers grow here now  ,    relentlessly  ,    through the cracks of the old stone floor  .    sunlight spills through concaved roof  .    all around there is life  ,   still  .    god  ,    still    )                    what do i say to you  ?    that i understand your pain  ?    how love is a series of heartbreaks that never end  ?    how nobody in love is every happy  ?    how love is a wound  ,    held closed by the hands of your lover  ,    and how you must rely on them to keep you from bleeding out  .

  ❛  yes  .  .  .  ❜                    it is a whisper  ,    as tender    &    quiet as a stolen kiss beneath twilight  .    she speaks as if frightened  ,   hushed as though god listened over her  ----    would strike her down for the truth she allowed to finally leave her lungs  .    her head bows  ,    and hair frames her face                    (    she is a vision of mary  ,    praying at the feet of christ    )                    the night is cold  ,    and she has wandered too far

  ❛  i understand  .    but nobody else would  ,    you can’t ever tell another soul  ❜                    less you don’t fear the cruel looks of strangers  ,    their questioning stare as you walk into rooms    /    the whispers that cut like knives at your back  .    her hands find their’s  ,    and squeeze tightly  ----    a silent promise  .

@deadactor​

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𝑘𝑜𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖  ,    𝑘𝑜𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖  ,    𝑘𝑜𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖                     (    you know your fate  ,    and i know mine    )                    you will always lose her  ,    you will always stand across the lake  ,   listening to the sound of her song as she fades from view  .    i will forever be to you like the breath of spring  ----    beautiful    &    tangible  ,    but forever just out of reach  .    

i know  ,    i know  ,    i know  .    i know that you are cruel  ,   i have seen the darkened gleam of your eyes    /    the red stain on your hands  ----    i have heard the storm rage in your voice    &    watched you become a tempest  .    i know that you are cruel  ,    yet i am asking you to let me love you despite it  .    she longs to reach out  ,    to touch the jagged edge of his cheek  ----    like broken glass on pavement                    (    like a church window  ,    shattered  .    but i can still see the colored sunlight bleeding through you    )                    YOU ARE ROTTEN    &    CRUEL    &    WALLOW IN YOUR OWN PITY                    you lay claim to me in the way only gods can  ----    i want to show you  ,    that i choose you  .    that be you angel or ghost or devil  ,    i would gladly follow you into hell

  ❛  you don’t have to be  ❜  

it is barely audible  ,    a whisper taken away by the cold chill of the sewers around them    /    i am the maiden drowned in the lake  ,    your very own ophelia with poison staining my lips  .    her fingers wind together  ,   worrisome    &    ragged  ,    a step is taken forward  ----    hurricane  ,   i brave your storm  !    winds  ,   i stand within you and cry out  !    you could not be rid of me if you tried  ,    we both know it  ,    but neither of us will say it  .    you are too well tangled in my soul                    ❛  you can be kind  ,    erik  .    a cruel man would not  ----  ❜                    would not love me the way you do                    ❛  you are not as cruel as you think  .    you are no monster to me  ❜                    you are not koschei  ,    and i am not marya  ,    and you will not steal me from my tower  .

@mortnoire​

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maybe if you’d stop murdering people i would say yes  ,    @mortnoire​

[persephonememes]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜