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It was in moments like this he truly savored- the deep rouge to her cheeks or the way she averted her eyes from his own, like the girl he used to know all those many years ago. It was those small things that shined through out her, her youthful innocence had turned into a blossoming beauty. A beauty so rich even his money couldn't come close.

And it was then that the words fell from her lips did he find a velvet chuckle bloom from his throat, inching ever so slightly forwards, fingers secure at her waist, giving a soft squeeze.

          "Mine- My Lotte."

An almost growl from his throat- the silver lining of possessiveness, growling like a lion in his cage over his own queen. And in that picture, he realized. That in this arrangement of marriage it was not just the simple and ever so dull picture of husband and wife- More husband and Queen.  Oh for that is what she was- A queen to many. Her beauty being bowed at the feet, reigning high above any other. Oh his queen- magnificent queen.

No further thought was needed- his lips founds hers, gliding perfectly as his eyelashes fluttered closed, the supple taste of her lips on his left behind. His hand found it's way to her hair, fluidly smoothing from her cheek into the locks, tangling amongst them in a soft bond, just as his tongue found its way tracing over the bottom of her lip- a silent plea for entrance. He hummed softly, possessive in tune before he found them parting- panting softly. Lips almost touching.

                                                           My Queen.

[TEXT] Pillow still smells like you. {i'm not even sorry :P}

A gasp escaped through her lips when heard what Raoul had said. Quickly the girl ran towards the door of the bedroom, closing it. They weren’t alone in the house, after all! One of the maids could hear him.

The brunette turned around; she licked her lips, feeling them dry, and walked towards her future husband. Placing her small hands on both her fiance’s arms, Christine blinked repeatedly and turned a faint shade of pink.

"Raoul, dear, don’t say those things out loud. Someone might hear it.”

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say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime…

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Raise your hand if you've been really shit at RPing at the moment.

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Hey Kid (Album Version) feat. James Snyder from If/Then

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The PHANTOM has come to the party.

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His arms found themselves securing around her waist, a soft smile curling his features as he lowered his head down to hers, eye's flickering between her soft- plump lips and the glow of her eyes. Nose's almost touching- enough to feel her breathe against his own lips he stopped- teeth sinking into his lower lip a second before opening once again- raising a hand to her cheek, noting the lack of end to his sentence he let's a small sigh of contentment slip from his lips.

     "I'm not sure i could label it to one thing--"

He starts fingers dancing across her lips.    "Your lips for example---beautiful."

The words fall from his lips just like wax would from a candle, thick- in his lust, warm- to the skin and steady- as he tries his best to take in the shear wonder that is this woman.

      "Or your cheeks- How they round when you smile, it's one of my favourite things...watching you smile." He notes, fingers brushing against the soft rouge. "Or even- your nose...How you wrinkle it in disgust- so utterly beautiful are you in those moment."

                                A soft chuckle.

"When you find one of my socks or even when you hit a note that doesn't ring right to you- you may not notice you do such things..but i do-"

There's still a soft chuckle in his tone- but suddenly all falls when his thumb brushes under her eye. How they sparkle- gleam with joy- a joy he wants to keep there. A joy he'd pledge himself for- just for his beautiful Christine. He'd give his life just to see her smile once more...

      "You- are beautiful, my Lotte. Oh i cannot wait for the day you are mine...."

[TEXT] Pillow still smells like you. {i'm not even sorry :P}

A gasp escaped through her lips when heard what Raoul had said. Quickly the girl ran towards the door of the bedroom, closing it. They weren’t alone in the house, after all! One of the maids could hear him.

The brunette turned around; she licked her lips, feeling them dry, and walked towards her future husband. Placing her small hands on both her fiance’s arms, Christine blinked repeatedly and turned a faint shade of pink.

"Raoul, dear, don’t say those things out loud. Someone might hear it.”

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The unwelcome chill spreads to his throat- ice against his neck--- a noose. Hung and tied as he scrabbles for any surface to try and gain some stability. The very same stability he had been diving for since this whole ordeal started- it had felt like drowning before, lost in the thick smoke of his lust. 

       And all to soon- breathing becomes a chore, wheezing in his chest and burning in his throat as he scrambles his thoughts back. Thoughts that had long since hidden on high shelves. And then- in the same moment Raoul finds his hands curling like a vice around the others arms, gripping to the material as he slowly lowed the pressure, pushing the man away with a rough spree of energy- adrenaline running thick and fast through his veins as he prized his lips away from the others.

    This man-

                        this thing-

                                          Phantom--

                born in hell it's self. Raised to the throne of terror and laughed whenever another came even close in their stupidity, a sound that made any noble man bow.

What had he done. Found himself drunk in his sights- his mouth acting far faster than his brain. A trick. Nothing but black magic itself. A magic that had bottled his emotions and stirred something far more potent into the mixture-- an attraction made out of sickness.

This man before him- tricked his soul, made it dance with the devil then sold it upon the other. Just as he had done with Christine-- his Lotte. Yet another trick of his magic, her poor bleeding soul had been so broken from a loss that this foul man had hunted her- like a wolf on patrol of it's prey. Spotting the weak and luring her in.

In that moment- with the thoughts rushing so thick in his brain Raoul hadn't even processed the collide of his hand and the mans unmasked cheek. Not until the seconds drew long and his hand ached in agony.

                                  "Oh---

                                                 Monsieur.."

KISS {hA YOU ROSE TO THE DARE. ILY}

If his breathe was anywhere to be seen he’s almost certain he would be choking on it right now.

What had come over him- he shall never say. A secret chained to the depths of his emotions. His breathe lost, heart alight as his lips pressed firmly against the others. Against- this man’s- this things, in earnest.

        Steady and intense as he let his eyelids flutter-

                                       neither sure whether this was a complete nightmare-

                                                                                              or dream.

But saying that- he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. So instead, he let his forehead fall to the others, a feeble attempt of cutting off his running thoughts.

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"Perhaps-

             If met with such attitude, now answer my question-"

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Toby looked down at the sleekly gloved hand blocking his path and stopped, gaze flitting suspiciously upwards to the man. At first, there came no reply from the boy, the man’s action rendering only qualms from him. “…Why?” Finally came his reply. “You ain’ gonna turn me in, are you?”

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He could not help the smile upon his face, his eyes soft and adoring. Oh how he loved seeing her so flushed- the nervous skip in her step caught a chuckle in his throat. Fingers squeezing lightly at her hips once more he brought his second hand to her arm, secure touch as he brought his eyes down to her level.

          "Lotte- Lotte- hush now.

                                        I promise to keep it under tight wraps, my Angel. The temptation of seeing that glorious blush to your cheeks was far to severe."

He laughs once more before bending his head, a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. Just enough to stop her teeth from biting to hard into her lip- a nervous habit she had picked up, honestly he found it rather--- adorable. Yet it only added to the excuse of kissing her.

                  "Have i told you how utterly beautiful---"

Oh, if only he could hear himself, not be lost in the mist of love. Hear how much of a complete sap he had turned into. A thing he wouldn't change for the world.

[TEXT] Pillow still smells like you. {i'm not even sorry :P}

A gasp escaped through her lips when heard what Raoul had said. Quickly the girl ran towards the door of the bedroom, closing it. They weren’t alone in the house, after all! One of the maids could hear him.

The brunette turned around; she licked her lips, feeling them dry, and walked towards her future husband. Placing her small hands on both her fiance’s arms, Christine blinked repeatedly and turned a faint shade of pink.

"Raoul, dear, don’t say those things out loud. Someone might hear it.”

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why does a man do what he mustn’t? for her. to be hers. to be the kind of man who would never… to be a kind of man. and she shall look on him with forgiveness and everybody will forgive and love. and he will be loved.