@QuixoticFlare — not equally capable of lying to the woman before him.
“I’m no angel, but from darkeness and Hell. I’ve no pity and blood washed my hand many times before. Still I will not cast you away or force you to run from me — and that, perhaps, will be my 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣.”
@QuixoticFlare — their bodies so he could speak to the ballerina with proper manners.
“𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚...
You are very naive, my child. Is not just the face of a monster that obligates me to hide from the world.”
He speaks nor willing to be too honest, but —
@QuixoticFlare — called, unless he is practicing humanity? — An adoptive name, that is...
𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝,
𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨.
𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠.”
He signs the last feel words as his heart could no longer cope with tears.
@QuixoticFlare — in a trembling tone, destabilised. “What if you don’t like what you might discover of a man whose fate is to be a monster, Christine?”, the Phantom asks with his eyes filled with tears in the darkness of the Opera’s passages. “What if this very same man has no name to be —
@QuixoticFlare — him.
There is no rejection on his part, neither at her part. There is silence of his lips, though, as he could not find the words to express such momentum.
@QuixoticFlare —
A honesty tear shows from his deformed half of the face, running down from the porcelain mask and landing over Christine exposed skin. His heart is filled with hope and fire, both making it almost too hard to breathe as he finally experience compassion. — She no longer fears —
@QuixoticFlare — keeps hiding from the naive eyes of the ballerina.
“𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘,
𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘.”
The Phantom commands once more, vowing he would not keep playing chasing games anymore.
@QuixoticFlare — 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧...”
The notes of the tenor are strong and filled with emotion. His heart is now half mended, half shattered. In the shadows he —