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@seraphicsings 
            
            We'll see about that, won't we? 

@yourghosts / 
            
            My words Erik and what they mean. You see things on the surface level instead of actually truly listening. I am not a liar, and I will not leave you. 

@seraphicsings 
            
            What is there for me to listen to? 

@seraphicsings 
            // YESS

@yourghosts / SCREAMS BACK

@ghostedcrown 
            // no u don't 

@seraphicsings @yourghosts 
            // i see u *insert eyebrow raise emoji here*

@seraphicsings 
            // YES I LOVE HER TOO, don't mind me casually stalking my favs 

@seraphicsings 
            
            Oh, no. There would have been no need for that. I do thank you, though, it truly does mean a lot. You are too kind. No… I will not be miserable. My fiancé, he is.. lovely. And I do what I must do for my family and my country. 

@ghostedcrown / 
            
            Well, then you can count this as a very special wedding gift to you. If I would’ve known sooner I would’ve congratulated you from the stage. . . And don’t say that, marriage is wonderful, I may not know what it’s like to be royalty, but enjoy what you have while it lasts, you don’t want to be miserable your whole life do you? 

@seraphicsings 
            
            Yes… indeed it is. The most important day of my life after all. This is.. my first and last taste of freedom before the event. 

@yourghosts / 
            
            She didn’t mind the fact that his touch was cold. In fact it was soothing to her very warm body, knowing nothing but warmth, not having felt a cool touch until his hand came in contact with her face. Leaning into his touch more, it’s comfort beyond any that she had received before in such a tiresome and trying time of sleepless nights and horror filled dreams. Lifted her head and taking a wavering step back as he moved away from her to close the lid of the piano. 
            
            As she stood in place she swayed slightly, the tired taking ahold of her body more now, taking even more strength than it did before to stand. Never had she once been this tired, so drained it felt harder to do even simple things like stand and walk. She smiled softly as he took her hand, squeezing tight for a moment as she always did when he entangled his fingers with her. “Stay with me, just for tonight, just so I can fall asleep” she told him, not thinking of what it meant to tell him to stay, for as of now it was up to him to interpret what that meant as she slowly walked back to her room, her hand still held in his. 

@seraphicsings 
            
            "Yes," he answered quietly, cold fingers splayed over her jaw. He brushed his thumb over her much warmer cheekbone, the touch was featherlight, for he didn't want to discomfort her with the rough padding of his worker's fingers. The universe knew he'd do anything for her, from singing her a lullaby to breaking the neck of any man who bothered her. He gazed at her features for how long he needed, before he completely withdrew to close the heavy lid of the piano. 
            
            Things weren't the same and they never would be. They would have to live with this loss, this knowledge of their world and everything they knew being gone. It was going to be hard, but at least they had each other. He directed his attention to her again, soon taking her hand in his own, fingers tangling together. "Tell me what I can do to help."

@yourghosts / 
            
            A slight groan came from her as he said she needed rest, moving herself from leaning against him as he quietly stood from the piano bench. She was very tired and it was very late but her body refuses sleep, if anything she’d catch that lost sleep during the day if she had the time. She didn’t react much when he raised his hand to cup her cheek, the only movement she really did was slightly sway that ended up closing the gap between the contact. Her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he practically held her up with his hand.
            
            “I can’t sleep. . . Not alone” she muttered, eyes slowly opening as she looked to the window, the curtains drawn somewhat open enough to see the moon. She found it harder to sleep alone, it had always been hard sleeping alone since her father passed, that sense of being truly alone setting in. And after Reanimation? Being brought back from death? It made it harder for her to sleep alone than ever. “Can you stay?” She asked, eyes now looking to Erik, tired wrapping her words even more. 

"I'm Christine and I'm a singer.... I was waiting for my teacher to begin my music lesson and I suddenly woke up here... "

@UpcomingPrimaDonna / 
            
            The brunette turned around from where she was in her dress room, confusion striking her features. “My name is Christine, I’m a singer here. . I thought the opera house was closed to outsiders, how did you get in here?” She questioned, confusing and wariness washing over her features. 

@aspiringmelody / HELLO!! 

@ammkeannie3 / I’m afraid that it wouldn’t work in our world of things, since love never dies doesn’t happen in our timeline and they don’t have time to have children. It’s still a wonderful idea of having a descendent, which I am not stopping you from making, it just doesn’t fit into our world sorry. 

@seraphicsings 
            // WE SHOUKD MAKE IT 

/ OWKSJJSNSN OMG ONG OMG.  THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE OMG. I CAN TRY AND MAKE ONE NO PROMISES BUT OMG THATBWOULD GE SO CUTE BECAUSE CHRISTINE WOULD FILL ERIKS WITH SOFT BEAUTIFUL LOVE SONGS. 

// his is just gonna be filled with organ music smh