#uncadavre

[sprano]

@uncadavre,    carlotta’s dressing room.

“  PHANTOM !  ”          the door opens in tandem with the raising pitch of her voice,    the following smack of the doorknob against the wall echoing around the room.    carlotta has never thought to reach out to the phantom like this before,    so brazenly,    so openly calling out to the monster of the opera house.    but that was then—    that was before the horrible,    terrible skaark,    before he had made an utter spectacle of her—    now ?    now carlotta has had her own worst nightmare realised,    and suddenly the last thing she is is SCARED.          “  come out,  le connard !  show yourself !  you will answer for what you’ve done to me !  ”

[rotbodied]

hi baby can i pick u up

absolutely big man <3

[rotbodied]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑  ,    𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦  ,   the nighttime encroaching in a starless blanket  ----    sweeping the city into darkness  ,   as lanterns lit their way down the cobbled street  ,   illuminating the paths ahead    /    giving rosy light to the flushed cheeks of patrons that wandered to and fro  ----    drunken laughter  ,   merry song  ,   all called out from the constant rotation of tavern doors  .    and raven adored every minute of it  ,   as they walked slowly to the already buzzing opera house  ----    faint music poured from the open doors  ,   golden lights splintered onto the streets as the wealthier patrons lingered on the grand staircase  .   he watched  ,   mismatched eyes alight  ,   peaking from behind the shadowed corner  ,   just a block away  .   a gleaming grin  ,   a flash of teeth  ,   a breeze  ----                       ❝    you’re a bit late  ,   my love    ❞

gaze is cast backwards  ,   away from the throngs of excitement  ,   the pounding blood and thrum of delighted hearts  .   raven chewed his bottom lip  ,   body rotating to lean back against the rough  ,   cooled bricks of the building                      ❝    you said you’d only be a moment  ,   and here i’ve been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes  .  .  .    ❞                     a small laugh  ,   amusement playing across his features as he leaned up  ,   pressing a kiss to the side of his parted mouth  ,   delight and desire roaring in his veins as the familiarity of him                      (    how he excited him  ,   the thrall of his presence alone  ----    the perfume of wine and death he carried  ,   the roughness of his hands  ,   the allure of his eyes    /    he wondered how ever erik had picked him to share in his eternity    )

@uncadavre​  ,    𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

[saintsdeath]

OVERHEAD  ,    THE    MOON    WATCHED    QUIETLY                     her silent vigil set upon them  ,   lovers  ----    intermingled in the soft glow of candlelight  .    the heavens gazed down  ,   a gentle light to guide the movements of their hands  .    for the revelry had ended  ,    and the guests had gone  ,    and now it was just the two of them sat in the dwindling lights of a theater  .    and akakios felt  ,   all at once  ,   both light as air  ,   and as if the weight of worlds rested against their chest  .    and when his eyes met that of a god’s  ,   it was terrifying and exhilarating and everything he could have ever dreamed of  .    their eyes tore away  ,   suddenly shy  ,   fingertips twisting nervously in their lap  ,                    ❛    i suppose i should go soon  ,    then  .    though i thank you deeply for the invitation  ----    ❜                     and before they had time to breath  ,   warm lips crashed against their own  .   a pause  ,   heart trembling in their chest  ----    the beating of bird’s wings against the cage of their ribs  ,   and their breath caught in their throat as erik pulled away  .    in the light  ,   their eyes were wide  ,  and curious  ,   and almost aglow  .    slowly  ,   the breath they were holding loosened  ,   and with a grin they threw their arms around his neck  ,   crushing their mouths together once again                    (    and perhaps it was wrong  ----    perhaps it was selfish  ,   and greedy  ,    and they were all too aware of the trickery and ties that vuenar held looming over their head    )                    but in that moment  ,   in the warmth of summer  ,   with the ocean breeze just barely reaching them that far inland    /    in the darkness  ,   and the embers of dying light  ,   they could allow themselves a moment of freedom  ,   to know what a real  ,    and true  ,     love felt like  .

@uncadavre​  ,    for a kiss