If Erik got writer's block, this is what would happen! He should have gone with the rose in the first place.

Oh, I liked it a lot! It was really good! I liked how he just decided to give her a rose after all.

Lol, I love it, great job!

aw, I was hoping he would have been able to write something romantic. ;)

Cute.

Aw, I love flyffy stories. I just had to read this one again after the contest, and I think I like it better the second time around. It diffinitely has my vote for the fluff award. At least it's romantic fluff. Hurray for fluff!

That was so cute!

Promising beginning; do go on!

Good, but I hope this is't the end.

Aww...cute. Too bad he couldn't think of anything though, I hate writers block. It was so sweet!

A sequel to Don Juan? *legasp*

That would rock. And this fanfiction made me *gigglesnort*

..If that's possible.

It probably isn't.

Uhm. Bye!

LOL, poor Erik! This is a nicely written little phic. Thanks!

This story gets the Fluff Award! :D It should have, anyway, had we given out actual awards. ;D

This got my 3rd place vote - know why? It was so cute! Purely E/C WITH NO RAOUL-BASHING! WOO! If anything, it's Erik-bashing.. making fun of his non-existent poetry skills. :) But he's so cute in his awkwardness. Enough with the sex/aristic/musical!god!Erik. Awkward!Erik is way cooler. :)

And Christine - ah! You've pinned down naive, cutesy, skipping-down-the-hall-innocently Christine perfectly! Just like a child - that's Christine. :D

I love the ending. "Screw the poem, she'll like REAL roses!" (LOL.) Actually, I love the beginning. And the middle. And everything else. (Woo!)

haha...that was so cute. I loved it.

Hee hee! What a delightful batch of bad poetry! It was like baking cookies to a nice black crisp in the oven and surveying the results in disgust. Ah well, good ol' common romantic sense prevails: Forget the frills, just speak the plain truth from the heart - and give a simple gift that will be more treasured for its heartwarming frailty than a grand aria.

Why is it that, in love, the small is often more precious than the grandiose? A thought I must consider for later...

Oh, write another one of these, or add on to this one or something. I was as frustrated as poor hapless Erik when it came to thinking up brilliant things to declare to the beloved. (This you know that I mean in more ways than one... remember "Misti in the Morning"? Hir-Galad and I were in desperate straits most of the time - you have no idea!)

Blessings!

Jazzcat