̲* ‍﹠ ‍ ‍ ﹝ ‍L͟I͟T͟T͟L͟E͟ ‍. ‍𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴 ‍ ﹞

..⠀ ⠀ ׂ ⠀⠀ ┈─ ⠀⠀ ❛ 𝙸𝙽 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 ᐟ 𝙸𝙽 D͟R͟E͟A͟M͟S͟ 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 .ᐟ ⠀⠀﹒﹒﹒ ׁ ⏝

hand trailed from her shoulder down her arm , slender digits slowly intertwining with hers . “ then rest . you need not strain yourself further , dear . “

precisely .

come a little closer.

good afternoon opera ghost nation ( raoul dni )

the phantom resisted the urge to wince —— as strict of a teacher as he was , his heart ached at her exhaustion . gloved hand rested at christine’s shoulder , a signal to stop . “ enough. “

ᅠᅠ “ what ? ” He asked , claiming innocent . Tongues darts out to wet his lips .

ᅠᅠ “ my own parents have passed before I met them . What does that mean ? ” He reaches out for her hair , tucking that wayward strand safely behind her ear . “ if you surround yourself with the dead you will forget to live . ”

if i fail, i'll fall apart.

“ without a challenge , you’ll never improve . “ the maestro speaks with a narrowing of his gaze . “ try again . “