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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ father said. . . When I am in heaven, child. . . I shall send the angel of music to you . . . Father is dead . . . And the angel of music, he never came. โ
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~ Changed account ~
Experienced writer (+6 years of experience)
Descriptive
No smut
OC based on #POTO (1900s orso)
Eager to write!
#PeakyBlinders#TO and other fandoms!
Please RT!
โShe wanted an Angel of Music . . . I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel.โ
โขRP
โขDetailed
โข10 years experience
โข21+
โขOCs/Crossovers welcome
โข#Phantom
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โI hear words twisted with sorrow and shame, yet the unending hate in your soul remains the same. Dream of the light whilst you still wander in the chasms of night, unholy retribution has stolen your sight.โ
@TheVicomteRaoul โ โ โ โ โ โ โThose artful verses he oft did recite, at the departure of day and at the cometh of night, his clever words seldom failed to impress, wisdom in a dainty guise did our little selves ingest. Oh, Papa, how I miss you, and how blessed I am to have known you in ( โฌ )
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โ โ โ an alternative universe portrayal of the phantom of the opera. dark themes. searching for storylines.
โ เณหเผ โ her gaze was like the heavens,
โ โ โ โ โ so bright blue and clear.
โ โซ โ โซ CHRISTINE DAAร ;
a leroux-inspired portrayal of christine daaรฉ from the phantom of the opera, with elements of 1990 mini-series and alw's musical. ships with erik and raoul.
@TheVicomteRaoul โ โ โ โ โ โ โMy dearest Raoul, that would indeed subdue my grief, though these memories are limited and though those happy days were brief. . .โ Said Christine with a voice confused with dolour and delight. The rosiness of her cheeks his benevolence did incite.
@TheVicomteRaoul โ โ โ โ โ โ โOh, Raoul, how unhappy I feel. . . The memory of my dead father. . . For long has his memory turned my woe to weal, but now I. . . Oh, Raoul, I know not what to feel. I know that this is the longing that time can't destroy. . . So all what I can ( โฌ )
โ โ โ โ โ โ โPapa dear, wherefore must the Gods take you too soon? Oh, papa, do you now dwell someplace far, a castle in the dead dune? Do you take your morning strolls on the the milky way? And do you slake your thirst with the sun's ethereal rays?โ