Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #25 (Erik Destler)

Violet sat in her dressing room and awaited Erik's arrival, clutching the rose he had gifted her tightly in her hands. 

She may have been tired from her long performance, but she would never pass up a chance to see her Angel of Music.

Just as she inhaled the sweet aroma of the rose, mist seeped out from underneath the mirror, and Violet immediately stood up in anticipation. 

The familiar dark silhouette of Erik appeared behind the glass, and his white mask stood out like a beacon in the night. 

"My Angel," he whispered. "Come to me."

She wasted no time and moved toward him as if she were in a trance. 

The mirror opened, and he held out his hand for her to take. 

Once their hands were connected, he pulled Violet through and guided her down the dark tunnel by way of lantern. 

A slight chill ran up her arm in response to the damp area, but she was used to it since she had visited his labyrinth so many times.

When they got to the gondola, Erik lowered Violet into it and grabbed the oar, slowly pushing them toward his lair. 

There was silence for a moment, but he broke it by saying, "I am proud of you, my dear. You sang wonderfully tonight."

She leaned back against his legs and smiled up at him. 

"Thank you. I wouldn't be here without you, Erik."

"Nonsense," Erik shook his head. "I believe you still would have had a prospering career without me. Although, you do get most of your tricks from yours truly."

Violet smirked at his slightly playful tone and asked, "Do I hear a hint of arrogance in your voice, my Angel?"

"Possibly."

After a few moments, his lair appeared along the horizon, and the large candelabras rose out of the murky water, lighting up in almost an instant. 

Once they reached the landing spot, Erik set the oar down and stepped off, delicately taking Violet's hands as he helped her off.

Her porcelain face was only inches from his, and he gave her a rare, little smile. 

"I am glad you have returned to me," he said while stroking her cheek with his knuckles. "It's been lonely here without my nightingale."

She leaned into his touch and gently intertwined their hands together. 

"I will always return to you," she whispered. "Never worry about that."

Erik rested his forehead on Violet's and wrapped an arm around her small waist. 

"I know, love. I know."