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(( Hey everyone! My Little Meg AU is still OPEN right HERE

Remember? The one where Meg is a child and Erik is trying to raise her? The more In-depth idea was HERE

Let me know if any of you are truly interested in RPing this because I HAVE A SERIOUS NEED FOR THIS THREAD

ofloveandobession and itisacorpsewholovesyou let me know if you were still interested, or if you wanted me to rewrite what I started. Thank you! :D

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Little Meg (AU)

Meg’s parents frequented the Opera Populaire and most of the time left their child at home. Her parents thought she was a brat, but our little Meg had no idea. She was six years old and the world was well ahead of her. She walked into the opera and looked around at the glittering lights and beautiful dresses. Her mother her pulled her arm harshly “Stay close Meg! We wouldn’t want to lose you…” her mother smirked towards her father. Meg bounced around the Opera as they made their way to their seats in Box 5.

During the show, Meg scrunched her face trying to make sense of what was going on. Occasionally she covered her ears when the music got too loud. Meg sat swinging her feet off her chair as the crowd rose to applaud the performers. Meg looked up over the sea of people and saw the magnificent Chandelier. She opened her mouth in awe. “Mommy! Can we get one for our house?” she asked smiling. Meg looked next to her and her parents were gone. She stood up and looked around desperately. “Mommy?” she called out, the theater was almost empty now. She did not know what to do or where to go. Meg ran to open the door but it was locked, she began to cry frequently calling out to her parents. It was so strange that no one had heard her desperate cries.

Meg looked over the edge of the balcony and into the emptiness as tears streamed down her face. She curled up in what was her seat. She sniffled as she looked the chandelier once more and hoped her parents would find her soon.

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closed ; | ofloveandobsession​ | time warp au

Raoul woke in a nearby meadow, fortunately alone, as far as his piercing vision could see. He was spread-eagle, the light of the moon kissing his graying curls.

The effects of the time machine had burnt off patches of his clothes and he had a dark burn mark across the back of his calf, which made getting up difficult at first. He knew this salty sea air; he knew the blades of grass blowing in the gentle breeze. It was summer 1869, his tenth year. He mused of long-past memories, of her.

No; he cut himself off from thinking about her in the last phase of her life. He refused to start tearing up now. He didn’t know exactly how much time he had. And he had to see her.

He moved quickly, the refreshing night giving him strength he’d since thought had passed. He was glad for his own sharp wits – he remembered the path that soon brought him to his aunt Helene’s old residence, in this year still standing.

A broad smile, one that showed off the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, grew quietly once he approached the lovely old shed his deceased uncle Bonheur had built. He knew Aunt Helene to keep it open. He crept inside, feeling around for the kerosene lamp, and eventually lighting a match. He gave a self-satisfied sigh, creaking the door shut.

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ofloveandobsession said: i feel you

{it works..a little bit. it could be worse! my askbox could be messed up :o}

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send me a “⊙﹏⊙” if you’ve been wanting to RP with me but are too shy to ask or start

{hey! we can start up a thread; any ideas? oh -- and for which of your muses?}