it would seem they’ve fallen into bliss. her fingers are gentle upon his head; soothing ministrations, rusty strands combed back and smoothed over and over again as she hums sweet nothings. the fire crackles away, flames licking the tinder erik had placed just before returning to christine’s side. ayesha is in his lap, mewling softly, and the chill below the opera house is properly chased away with the company they give. christine considers it their own little piece of heaven.
she sighs, a dreamy thing. ❝ i have an idea, ange, ❞ she says, nails grazing his scalp. christine can’t help but smile. sheer, unadulterated glee. ❝ what if we told each other stories? ❞
@operagheist.











