Posted in Fan Fiction, Phantom of the Opera on Apr 8th, 2005 No Comments »
In the ballet, they dance between one another, turning on their toes so close they almost touch, and there’s a brush of their hair, the faintest feeling of the rush of air past their hands, and the meeting of their eyes. Their eyes always meet, above all else. They watch each other as they’re dancing, [...]
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Notre Dame de Paris, Phantom of the Opera on Mar 6th, 2005 No Comments »
He, Erik, didn’t like to leave his new home beneath the opera. He was new to it and it was beautiful and quiet and secret — he liked the secrecy best of all — and cool and safe. He was going to live in it, where men couldn’t find him unless he wanted them to, and nobody in the world could ever touch him or see him. He would have liked never to leave it, instead to stay there always.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, Phantom of the Opera on Mar 3rd, 2005 No Comments »
Bossuet had smiled his way into the café, and when he left he meant to smile his way out again without paying.
It was an expensive-looking, fancy café, hung about with drapes, and full of incense and smoke and scarves, and a lot of dark-skinned fellows very refinedly dressed who went about between large [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Phantom of the Opera on Jan 23rd, 2005 No Comments »
Christine could not go outdoors any longer.
Several years ago, and she never left Raoul’s side. She went out in the spring and the summer and autumn, and even in the winter, when she put out a pair of Raoul’s boots and tramped through the snow with him in a most undignified fashion, letting pine twigs [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Phantom of the Opera on Jan 23rd, 2005 No Comments »
Philippe de Chagny always went to the dressing-room of La Sorelli after a performance at the Paris Opera House. He always brought with him flowers — sometimes a single rose, sometimes a bouquet of lillies, sometimes an armful of a great many varied flowers which he, in his unshakable self-deprecation as to his knowledge of [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Phantom of the Opera on Jan 13th, 2005 No Comments »
English sweets. Five francs, ten francs. All for a footstool and a fan and the box being kept empty. For believing but not telling. For her secret.
There is a beauty to her yet, in her taffeta dress, in her bonnet, dignified but girlish (she is like an apricot, wrinkled and small and old-like but sweet). [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Phantom of the Opera on Dec 23rd, 2004 No Comments »
Act One: Meditation
Ah… She was weeping. She was weeping brokenly, with her pretty, glass-clear tears rolling down her cheeks and leaving behind shining trails (like a snail, said a part of his mind; like a dark creature that wants dark and damp; like a him). When she wept, she wept softly, and it was difficult [...]