The Phantom

“𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙨? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙?” The Phantom of the Opera Not new to #RP Detailed/descriptive writer Ships with chemistry #POTORP #HorrorRP #CrossoverRP

@oflittlelotte - scrawled with his handwriting in blood red ink. “This is my refuge. This is where I take tones and weave them into music. To understand this is to know my heart.”

@oflittlelotte The Phantom could not have been more pleased if he’d tried. This was a moment he’d seen only in his dreams, and now Christine was following him into the depths of his lair. He led her gently by the hand, up to a large pipe organ, manuscript papers strewn everywhere, —

@oflittlelotte She was magnificent. Her debut was superb. There was nothing more he could have demanded from her voice that she didn’t freely give. The audience had erupted in applause. Nine calls of encore. The halls reverberated with applause for —

@oflittlelotte - Will you come with me? Come and see, do not be afraid, let me show you a world where music reigns. I have brought you this far. Walk with me now.”

@oflittlelotte “This is my home, yes. My inner sanctum. My altar to music. It is here that I can conjure a world which is exceedingly more beautiful than the one I have endured. -

@oflittlelotte - and then she saw what exactly they approached: an altar. An altar to music. A temple. A safe haven. Instruments everywhere, and sheet music written by hand, strewn about. “This is my refuge; my inner sanctum.”

@oflittlelotte Slowly and with grace, he navigated the small gondola boat through the passageways which led to a small lake with an island at the center. Everything seemed awash in gold. The flickering candlelight seemed to bathe everything in a rich, golden hue as they progressed -

@oflittlelotte The Phantom chuckled at her words. She had no reason to fear. Picking her up in his arms, he looked down at her. “You’re quite safe with me, Christine. But if you’re frightened, merely wrap your arms around my neck.”

@TorturedMaestro the dim lights that are barely holding on. Her awe-struck expression never falters, memorizing every part of him from this dark angle. As they neat the boat, Christine hesitates. She's never been on one. "Don't drop me, I beg of you."

@oflittlelotte — He felt his heart ache under the weight of all the emotions he felt for her. All the unsaid declarations. The pathways grew narrow, and descended again and again until they reached a small gondola boat.

@oflittlelotte He hesitated only for a moment, his darkened heart soaring as he beheld her, this perfect woman, this woman that he so deeply treasured. Bold enough to follow him without question, without judging…—

@oflittlelotte The Phantom gave a slow nod of his head. This was what he always wanted, but the fear within gripped him. What if Christine didn’t want the same? “Come, take my hand.” He whispered. “I will show you another world. A gentler world. An altar to music.”

@TorturedMaestro "Well, we won't know until you take me, won't we?" A sly smirk. She wasn't letting him go so easily this time.

@oflittlelotte “You say these things now but soon…Christine, soon you might venture too close. You might live to regret ever letting me this close. It would break me to see such a reaction.”

@TorturedMaestro "No such thing," securing her arms around his neck, in need of closer, intimate contact. "I'm forever indebted to you; in this life and the next."

@oflittlelotte She said those words and his heart stopped. He spoke, but his voice, that perfect, resonant voice, cracked. “Christine. You offer me so much more than I deserve.”

@TorturedMaestro "I will, I will, I swear it," she takes a firm grasp of his gloved hands, not really knowing what she's swearing to, but it'll eventually come to light. "Wherever it is you go, let me follow."

@oflittlelotte His lips parted in a nearly imperceptible gasp. For a moment he stood there like a statue, his mind in disbelief. Did she truly ask to accompany him? “Sweet Christine…I only ask that you look past your surroundings and find the beauty underneath.”

@TorturedMaestro alone in this sleep deprivation. "Please," mewling up at the masked figure, "you promise you'd take me with you."

@oflittlelotte — “You were radiant. I couldn’t stop myself.” Gently squeezing her hands, he stepped forward, the two of them face to face, so close their bodies brushed against one another. “I couldn’t sleep. I was working well into the night. You simply must see what I’ve done!”

@oflittlelotte Gently, he turned her, to where he could see her face. “Did I frighten you, my dear Christine? I apologize for my playfulness. At times, I can be quite childish.” A smile crept across his face as he held her gaze. —

@oflittlelotte He instinctively pulled her closer, his breath warm against her neck. “My dearest Christine, my treasure…a second without you stretches on like eternity.”

@TorturedMaestro What was supposed to be a sharp gasp falls dead silent into his hand. Eyes wider than before, clearly surprised by his sneaky greeting. It appears she is trying to speak, but at best, her reaction is nothing but muffled whimpers.

@oflittlelotte An arm wrapped around her waist as a gloved hand clasped tightly over her mouth. “I would never toy with something so precious…”

@TorturedMaestro an ear against the wall, searching for any sign of commotion. "Angel, do not toy with my heart."

@oflittlelotte - cat and mouse would do no harm. It might even make things more interesting. “Christine…” he sang again, throwing his voice to sound as if he was on the opposite side of the room.

@oflittlelotte The voice that sang back to her was velvet-smooth; seductive in how comforting it was to hear. “Christine…” the Phantom sang. A thin smile crept across his face. A game of -

@oflittlelotte The Phantom squeezed her hand gently. “Tomorrow. The risk is too great to take you with me now. Answer Madam Giry. Tell her nothing of our meeting. Tomorrow, seek me out as you sing. I will come to you.”

@TorturedMaestro Just then, a knock on her door disrupts their little moment. A voice from the other end inquires about who is in there with her. She turns to face him, unwilling to let go of his hand. "Please, take me with you. Do not forsaken me."