Well, it seems I’m on for another shot at POTO. I have read the Leroux novel, but I have yet to see the musical. However I know enough about it to distinguish it from the movie. Thank you and hopefully this will be better than my last one.

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There was darkness. A darkness that was strangely comforting yet black all the same. Autumn leaves scratched insistently upon the window, aside from soft breathing that was the only sound in the small room. Movement and speech were all but scarce; it was there however, gleaming in the faint hours of night like a small candle. “Have you ever?” The man, the thin, the ugly, the beautiful man spoke into a woman’s ear from the tangled sheets.

“What?” She responded, voice as light as a dove’s feather and just as soft. Meg Giry turned; the yellow twists and tassels of her hair curling into his death like fingers as she shifted into his skeletal chest. “Have you ever tried your absolute hardest to figure someone out?” Erik whispered, those same fingers creating a lulling sensation against her skin as it smoothed down one bare shoulder. “No.” The ballet answered simply, head fitting into one gaunt shoulder in return. Although she could not see it, she knew one of those ever rare and fleeting smiles touched his nonexistent lips.

“I thought as much. I’m glad for it.”

“But then..” He continued, voice so quiet it was nearly inaudible against her head, “You’ve never experienced the feeling of fitting that puzzle together. To have finally figured such a thing and to keep it near. To have that knowing, that precious thing to care for and to say I love you, meaning it will all your being.” A rush of air passes by Meg’s ear, stirring the fine strings of hair there as Erik lets out an ever soft and short chuckle.

“Are you sure, Meg?”

A shift of bare skin upon silk was apparent as Meg wrapped her tender arms about his lean neck. For a moment, that same still, hushing silence settled around them like a veil as Meg thought. “No, Erik.” Was her answer, her lips finding purchase against one thin collarbone; a touch so simply profound that it painted warm colors before Erik’s golden eyes. “Say it again.” He demanded rather than asked, the fire and brimstone side of him surfacing ever so gingerly.

“Erik.”

A great, heavy and unbelievably loving sigh escaped the man’s throat. “I’ve been called many things,” He began once again, bony hand still tracing through her flaxen hair, “I’ve been different things, I’ve been different men and different people all the same. I sometimes loose sight of my true self, the person I’m supposed to be.” Meg’s petal pink lips lit up with such a smile, which even in the gloom the man could detect without trouble as he continued. “Here however…” Erik breathed, caressing her ears with the smoothness of his voice alone. “I am only Erik.” Erik felt her curl deeper into his embrace, willowy fingers tracing a path over his skin so very carefully and amorously.

“I love you.” Meg finally sighed, the words not needing any further action or reason for him to know it. “I know Meg, I know.” Then the darkness and comfort surrounded the two once more.

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Please don’t tell me how cheesy this was…because I know it is. Short yes, but I currently don'thave a lot of time to myself. This is a little gift for all you Erik/Meg people like me, hope you enjoyed and please drop in a line!