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She wanted an Angel of Music … an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I’d been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn’t hope to be a man to her, I couldn’t ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her … But I could be her angel
Hello hello hello friends~ It’s been absolutely forever, hasn’t it..?? I wanted to let you know that this blog is now ARCHIVED, but that I am returning to a brand-new version of this blog over at YEARNSFORHEAVENXSECRETLY-- That’s right, same URL, new blog, new muse! I’ll be over there as well as on my Skulduggery blog, so now you know~ I’ll reblog a promo for it right after this. :)
How do you think Erik's speaking voice sounds like anyway? I mean i'm curious to how you hear it in your head since canon says its melodious and hypnotic and stuff. Any voiceclaims here?
{ Heya there, Nonnie~ Hmmm, that is really hard to say-- You know, I didn’t think I’d ever be asked this oh my goodness--- Okay, so-- Essentially, the way I see Erik’s speaking voice is very much like I imagine his singing voice: Velvety, with a wide range of possible pitches and tone qualities, Like flowing water. Some times soft, a gentle babble that’s calming and sweet, and other times, It’s fierce and raging and terrifying, ( but not any less graceful ? ) Does that make sense? The qualities in his singing voice shouldn’t be dropped when he speaks, imo. Honestly, because I love Ramin Karimloo as Erik so very much, his singing voice is just.. it’s been ingrained into my head. I do imagine differences, obviously, but there’s very little else that I adore? I don’t know. I’d really have to think on that, but truthfully, there’s no human alive that I’ve heard that would sound like my Erik. }
OH MY GOD FRIEND YOUR BACK!!! *EXCITED SCREAMING* HI ITS ME SQUISHY I MISSED TOU SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL
{ sCREECHES SQUISHY OH MY LOVE YES CMERE -HUGS- }
Fear can turn to LOVE You’ll learn to s e e, to find the man behind the MONSTER
{ Expect some replies later today ( probably-- ) Been a busy week, and along with a whole shakespeare scene to memorize, I have auditions tonight, finals to study for, and other things <3 }
❝ THICK-HEADED? has it not occ- ured to you that i’m ENJOYING this little… GAME ?? maybe i just don’t WANT to leave. ❞ her head LIFTS suddenly, alerted by the sound of the PEBBLE. one small s t e p is taken in the DIRECTION of the DISTURBANCE, but otherwise s- he is STILL. the thrill of the unknown is still ENJOYABLE at the moment, && she wishes to PRESERVE that — for NOW, anyway.
“--- Precisely-- Your enjoyment of such a game, as you cleverly called it, Mademoiselle, makes you just as s t u p i d as a mouse stepping into a trap--” He watches her step nearer, and instantly his body has stiffened, his brow knitting, furrowing, anger sketching a scowl to deformed lips and twisted features. “-- Have you not heard, Mademoiselle, of the Phantom within this Opera House? He does h a t e guests--”
Fear can turn to LOVE You’ll learn to s e e, to find the man behind the MONSTER
if you could spill your feelings to each parental figure you had in your life, say it now.
“--- Monsieur Anonymous, I must apologize, but the only parental figure I’ve had would be Monsiuer Giovanni,To whom all I can say Is that I remain, to this day, as guilty as I had ever been over the death of his beloved daughter.”
Dear Mr. Opera Ghost, why do you say you're a ghost? You're not a ghost, you're a very, very nice man. Love, Violet.
“--- Dearest Mademoiselle, I am afraid that my job in the Opera house remains as resident Phantom-- You see, there are many reasons I must remain only a spectre to those within my Opera Populaire. I am far from a nice man-- However, I must thank you for your kindness. Merci-- Sincerest regards, O.G.”
“Warning? A-a warning for what?”
“-- Why, Mademoiselle Songbird! that my orders might not be disobeyed again-- My managers, you see, put her in a role she did not deserve, against my command.”
“Oh..” Is all she can think to say.
She looks back to the careful scrawl on the page.
Beat.
Words, in french, but they’re clear enough.
“It-”
“It’s raining.” “I stepped in out of the rain.”
Words don’t come easily, she can feel his eyes on her.
And if you look, she does look rather damp.
“Someone was coming my way.”
“I-”
“I didn’t want to get thrown out, so I stepped down this corridor.”
She holds her jacket a little closer. She does look small,
in this moment.
Beat
“Does, he love her
back?” Eyes blink back up to the man. “The man.. Passarino ”
Indeed, glistening gold eyes, sunk back in skull have caught the slick wetness of rainwater that had settled upon her, and as she explains her situation he remains entirely silent. He does not console her or apologize for the trouble, nor does he insist she leave just yet-- disinterest is quick to his liking reminding him of music that is to be written, corridors to be patrolled like a lanky at defending his home--- In fat, he’s begun to turn in the shadows, turn away, when her voice strikes him again. Lengthy, lanky body freezes, goes stiff, and his head tilts, masked features contorted, sudden distaste, a scowl. His interest is snagged, once more, and like a child who cannot make up his mind he paces to the edge of his place, long fingers curling over banister that he might crane his neck and lean, to stare at her with more foreboding g r a c e. “Does he love her? Non. No, Mademoiselle, he does not. His affections are merely a game to lure her into Don Juan’s grasps.”
CONCERN ?? she bites back a smirk. it doesn’t take a GENIUS to know that this VOICE is anyt- hing BUT friendly. hell, he’d pro- bably be GLAD to see her ❛ drown. ❜ ❝ would you like me to LEAVE, then ?? if i’m BOTHERING you, you could’ve just SAID so, mon- sieur — ❞ she almost asks his NAME, but that would be STUPID, even for HER. she isn’t that curious. altho- ugh she DOES want to know, her LIFE could be on the line here. h- annah doesn’t want to DIE today.
Oh, indeed, had he known her inward thoughts, he’d have agreed-- While he would lay no foul hand against woman ( without good reason ) he would not object to her u n f o r t u n a t e watery death, If she managed to stumble into the underground lake-- “Mademoiselle, It is what I had hoped to imply-- It is not my fault you are so thick-headed as to not understand at the first mention--” Cruel, perhaps, and yet spoken with g r a c e, a flaunting charm, and in it, he turns, himself, to move positions and finds, ( with great distaste ) That he’s managed to kick a displaced pebble, sending it skittering across the stony floor [ unfortunately making enough noise to alert her to his location, if she so desired to confront him ]
I’ve literally been laughing at this for the past five minutes
Fear can turn to LOVE You’ll learn to s e e, to find the man behind the MONSTER
EEEEEEEEE!!! YOU'RE BACK!! So are Violet and Erik still allowed to know each other? -Violet anon
{ Distant erikmuN SCREMA ING YES OF COURSE DEAR <3 }
