𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝑜𝑓 ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ .⋆♱
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⠀ . . yet i am not really wicked . love me and you shall see ! all i wanted was to be loved for myself . ⠀


brows knitted behind the mask , in all honesty a bit taken back with her defensiveness . “ oh , 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 . “ he practically scoffed , irritation , though not directed at her , glimmered in steel hues . “ it’s out of spite , not a …

a laugh bubbled up from his chest , ringing out slow and richly —— carrying no hint of warmth in it . suddenly , solely his pale mask could be seen in the shadow , the rest of him obscured . “ and you think we’re 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 …

“ another performance in the chorus .ᐣ “ a cold voice reverberated off the walls , the phantom watching in obscurity —— hiding in darkness . “ they fret over your voice , christine . “

you will never be clean from sin. rotten children don’t deserve heaven.




