ᅠ ‎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓.ᅠ ‎

ᅠ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓. The Phantom. 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐. 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤. A disfigured man, rejected by his own mother & the rest of the world. Found solace living under the Opera House he helped building. Lonely, sad & angry. ᅠ

. . . Grunts.

Do tell him. Perhaps he can do something about it.

🧍‍♂️

ᅠᅠ Physician. 𝐺𝑜𝑑-𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟. 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧. A brilliant man, who made many mistakes in his pursuit of life beyond death. He defied nature & now deals with its consequences. Portrayal of a mature version, where he seeks atonement. ᅠᅠ

@UNHOLYSTITCH ooc. Perhaps I shall make him tonight. This idea has been plaguing me for a long time.

@ofdolus guts.⠀ encouraging this

ooc. My itch to make Victor Frankenstein grows stronger.

Demon ? Well, then. Feast your eyes ! If I am not to be loved, then I shall be feared !

o' sweet sacrificial lamb．

writing in english is like puting a condom over my feelings, it's not as raw and deep as in portuguese

ᅠ Mhm . . . ᅠ

LEAVE THE 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 TO HIS 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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“Just try to not build it too much, like Carlotta.” He spoke playfully, keeping a note of disgust for the diva.

Erik spoke gently, slowly rising to his feet. He was already a little tired. “If I speek highly of you, it is because I think that way. Does not happen so often with anyone.” He chuckled softly, slowly pulling the hood from his cloak over his head. —

A small nod followed and he slowly moved in his place. She can trust him — he'd never do her any harm. Neither she or her mother. He didn't knew exactly what it was to have friends, but her mother perhaps was akin to it. “There — a smile suits you better.” —

“I trust this will stay between us.” Erik decided to extend part of the trust he had on her mother to her. What he spoke, he spoke with a smile, noticeable in his tone. “Exactly, dear Meg.” He moved a hand in the air and nodded. “Oh, you'll be unstoppable.”

Oh, he knew about it. Her mother worried, but he knew it was something natural. “You're too talented, but you lack confidence, dear Meg. The day you find it, you'll own the other dancers.”

“We talk sometimes . . . She asked me about you. What were my thoughts on you.” He slowly moved, looking at her in the eyes through his mask. “I said you were promising. Said that when it's time, you'll have your place as prima ballerina.” —