|Reviews for Fight For Me|
| audibartoli chapter 12 . 12/26/2013
Please, please, please keep writing.
| Guest chapter 12 . 11/27/2013
This story is wonderful! I long to know more: what happens with Raoul, when does Christine ever return to perform or will she ever? Do the couple become more intimate or play it moderately safe? If you ever get the chance I would adore more to this story :)
| Guest chapter 12 . 11/18/2013
I love this story so so much! Please tells us you still plan on continuing it!
| Guest chapter 12 . 11/12/2013
Still planning on updating?
| PhanOfThePhantom chapter 12 . 7/27/2013
Eep.! I love this story so much... c; I just had to say that. I can't wait until chapter thirteen.! :D Oh, and also, have you ever thought of writing a story that is of your own characters and trying to get that published.? I assure you, you are such an amazing author(ess) and would undoubtedly get published. I would buy and read any book you were to write, and that is a promise. c: Maybe give it a thought because you are just...too awesome.? c: 3
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 12 . 7/23/2013
*sees Erik's thoughts* O_O maybe it's a good thing you stopped them... Lol! XD
That right there is some EPIC self control on Erik's part. I applaud you, sir!
She felt utterly exhausted, her eyes blinked lazily, yet she could not find the peace to attempt slumber.
How did you know? It is 6:10 am right now, and I haven't slept a wink because I haven't been able to put this story down! X)
He donned a black fedora and leather gloves quickly and picked up his violin case.
Hmm... Lemme guess... Muirin's "Modern Erik", eh? X)
The rode for a long while using the back streets of the city to avoid the eyes that saw too much and mouths that questioned too quickly.
That is so cool! Such a perfect way to describe sneakiness!
Sneaky Erik is sneaking! Lol!
Wow! I want to go to this beautiful secret nook in the world! A map, horse, and epic black garments, please. And someone who can learn me French, as I can't speak a lock other than the usual and ballet terms which would get me absolutely nowhere! Lol! X)
Have you any questions for me this evening?" he asked. "You've yet to voice any and your lack of curiosity is worrisome. Are you feeling quite well?"
XD haha! Awesome!
That ending made me so happy! I am now a devoted slave to this Phic and will check back often to see if it has grown any! Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my (sleepless) heart for what you've already given is, and Erik, thank you for being such a gentleman to Christine and Mlle. Bella's wishes. Know that it warns the cockles of my heart to see you be so nice. Here is some sheet music for your trouble. *hands him sheet music of Bach's Fugue in D Minor* Dat's some epic shtizzle you've got there so don't hesitate to go full out, kick butt awesome while playing it! X)
Until your next update, when I can rave about the new chapter,
I remain your most humble and obedient follower,
P.S.(THIS. STORY. IS. EPIC!)
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 11 . 7/23/2013
When you describe Erik's voice as an "his angel's voice", you know my mind is flitting back to Charles Dance... X) lol! Gah! His voice is like music! (that was probably the point.. Duh!) X)
I feel you, Christine! Disinfectant hurts like the devil!
XD bahahahahaha! yes, Erik! Envy the skirts! Lol! XD
*whispers* there's a period missing between love-seat and Thinking. Let me know if you want this sort of information in PMs instead of here.
That was what bothered him most. Should he compose what he felt, she would be able to recognize the messages woven into the notes and chords.
She wanted to hear his soul poured out into notes as she had before.
... I'm speechless...
"Erik, I'm curious," she ventured gently.
"Imagine that," he quipped back while the music continued.
"And how would you know what I am feeling?" he questioned softly.
BECAUSE YOUR SOULS ARE EN-FREAKING-TWINED! *ahem* excuse my outburst of love-shouting at this couple I adore do much under your direction...
Erik thought for a moment. If he decided to show her his pent up frustrations, joys, and fears, she would be hearing the essence of his being. Frightening as it was, it appealed as well. "Very well. But if I play for you Christine, you must listen to it all. No matter what you hear or perceive, you cannot simply demand me to stop, for I cannot guarantee that I will have the power to do so. Music to me is consuming. I'm attempting to be honest, if you have changed your mind, it shall not hurt me."
This! So good. So perfectly and hauntingly expressed.
Oh my gosh... The way you so accurately describe music... Gosh...
Yet, suddenly, he wanted to unnerve her, to make her aware of what he had been tormented by.
NO! NO! No, no, no, no, no! Erik! Will you stop being a tease and FREAKING KISS HER ALREADY!
*my apologies, dear Bo... But that was sooooooo wrong to end it there! X) lol!*
Only one chapter left! I have gone through this way too fast!
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 10 . 7/23/2013
Aggressive, dissonant chords chased her heels, bouncing off the natural cave walls and creating a hideous cacophony of harsh sound. She winced with every abused note.
O_O wow... I have no words...
He would beg and grovel on his knees if he must; anything to make her forgive him for showing his face.
Again, a beautiful reiteration of just how much love there is in their volatile relationship! It's dark, and windswept, and strong, and passionate, sounding in every strain of music that has ever been cast into time! And yet, when they hurt one another, they love each other sill more enough to go to such lengths to secure forgiveness for things like a wrong look or, in Erik's case, his face... Sigh! Such beauty...
Surely if she was truly abhorred by him she would have barricaded herself within the safety of her room.
Did you mean to say "if he was truly abhorred by her", my dear?
He pursued her scarlet prints, a stalking shadow in the darkness.
Amazing imagery! I want a movie of this right now! (I want a movie of Lost Love as well! Lol! Animated by Muirin007, maybe? I can dream, thank goodness!)
"Please do convince me that this was only an evening stroll and that you were not running for fear."
XD is it wrong that I broke the moment by laughing because of how truly bad a-hem this statement is? Because I can't help it! Erik, for the win! XD
But how was he ever to truly accept that she did not fear his twisted face? It seemed impossible.
And yet sooooooo many Phangirls feel exactly the same way! Lol! XD
"Please do prove your conviction.
I ask only one simple task.
Touch my scars without fear or disgust, then perhaps,
I will consider trusting your words."
Dude! that rhymed so well! You are a boss at writing Erik. Hands down!
Vulnerable. That is how Erik felt as Christine stared curiously at his exposed distortion. With his mask on he was invincible, the god-like Opera Ghost who always held control. But without the protection of his mask, weaknesses and emotions could be seen and manipulated. And Christine could see them all.
This... Just... Wow...
"I'm not going to hurt you," Christine whispered.
"Not yet," he murmured. The response sounded so absolute, so definite, it made something within Christine break. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his tall frame and clutched him close, as though if she pressed their hearts together she could keep them from falling to pieces.
I swear on a stack of Phantom of the Opera copies, you just brought the first real liquid tears to my eyes with those words... My feels are officially overflowing... *bows and weeps at your feet for the beauty that has stabbed my heart*
Erik could not remember ever experiencing such bliss as the touch of Christine's soft hands against his scars. No one had ever been so gentle. His sensitive, abused skin thrilled with shocks and waves beneath her healing caress. Pleasure he had never known coursed through him. He knew not whether to curse or thank her for the gift. So he remained determinedly still, trying not to weep at how sweet she was being with him. Oh god! Erik had never been given such sympathy, such tenderness. And even through clouded eyes that glanced through the foggy lenses of desire and despair, he could see the beautiful compassion that had possessed her features as she touched him. Not terror, not aversion, not even reluctance. Just that strange emotion of mercy that was so very foreign to him.
She claimed she would not hurt him. Erik could not help but argue that sentiment. Physically, Christine could never deal out anything he had not already endured. But, emotionally, she held the power to obliterate him. Should she ever flee, she would do exactly that.
Erik: Woman! Do you relish twisting young female hearts about your fingers with these words of angst and sorrow?
Me: *sniffle* I don't mind! IT'S SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL! My heart is just breaking over the beauty and sadness. Gah! I shall never recover all my feels after being in this fandom...
Yet he wanted to show her how thankful he was for the blessings she bestowed that he did not deserve.
This... Oh my gosh, their love as you portray it, is amazing...
Erik's façade of control broke and he his hands clutched her frantically to him
There's an extra he in there... Lol!
Gah! The huskiness is back... X) I have problems, lol! But oh my gosh... That... Was the most beautiful, passionate thing I hadn't seen coming... Brava... I'm so in love with this story...
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 9 . 7/23/2013
"We shall not move to the next piece until you present the emotions of the previous. And be warned, ange," the endearment fell so naturally from his lips...
Someone help me, I love it when his lips are mentioned! Or when he says angé...
He pinned her with his stare.
... I suddenly want a literal depiction of this... Anybody? Muirin? XD bahahaha! Oh, well! Guess its just me and my weird sense of humor! "I never have expressed myself like other people..."
"Desist this pondering of the character's situation and emotions, make this about you, not Juliette. If you cannot express yourself, how can you hope to portray the feelings of a character?"
I shall henceforth and forever remember this splendid advice given by your Erik. I think you just explained method acting (is that the correct term for that intimate acting style where they say "I am the villain so and so" instead of saying "I play Fantine" etc.?).
"There should be no effort involved in feeling, Christine. It is not forced, nor created. It is inspired. You must find that inspiration, the spark that ignites the desired emotion within you like a flame."
And that, my lovely, is exactly what your writing does to me... Which is why at this moment, I must slow my breathing and restore my fluttering heart to its normal rate of beat. Feels... Feels everywhere...
I was only proud when I saw the rose in my dressing room, telling me that I had pleased you," she spoke as she had when Erik had been her angel, adoring and fervent. "All the applause, the compliments, they meant nothing compared to your praise. You were to one to inspire me that night," she revealed softly.
Aw! That is so beautiful! Quick! To the tissue box! XD
"And the second memory?" she bid breathlessly, still confused by her thoughts.
"When you touched me."
D': *Heart gasp* so sweet! excuse me, while I replenish my feels, else I shall not make it through this chapter!
You posses the magic to write music... With descriptions and words! I can almost hear the glorious melodies of Christine's voice and Erik's piano echoing through the lair under the Opera House! Gah! Where's "Angel of Music" or "Music of the Night" when you need it? *goes off to listen in wrapt bliss*
"You see, ange? You still are my only inspiration. There has never been another."
*weeps for the beauty*
"I am your teacher and was your angel. I suppose it made me jealous that the most sincere moment of music in your life was not for me." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm quite selfish that way."
XD This. I have no words!
"Can you truly declare that even then you wanted me back, knowing my horrid deeds and disfigured scars?"
*Christine opens her mouth to reply*
*que The Jackson 5 "I Want You Back"*
XD I'm such a devil! Lol!
BEST. MOST-EPIC. UNMASKING. EVAR!
Also: o_o well, that escalated quickly...
X) Great chapter, as always, Bo! Allonsy to le next one! (I knew I devoured this too quickly... Lol! I can't help it; I have a voracious appetite for your delicious writing!)
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 8 . 7/23/2013
I love the way Erik feels about Christine singing for him like it's a gift. That's just so beautiful. This couple really brought the idea home that when you dedicate some art form to someone, you really are putting your soul on display for them. "No emperor ever received so fair a gift," indeed.
A sort of intimacy had existed between them in the realm of music. Perhaps he could help mend the broken faith between them more quickly if he indulged in what had originally brought their lonely souls together.
So true and so beautiful!
He found none, only an insatiable hunger, a need he knew stemmed only from their separation and losing a bond they had both relied upon for so long.
This. :( my feels! so bittersweet!
"You will have to trust me," he stated emphatically. "I cannot hope to truly influence you if you constantly must question my motives and separate us with suspicion. In music, you must be mine, willfully and completely. Your heart, soul, everything must belong to me alone in our lessons, without reserve or hesitation. Outside of my instruction you may do and feel as you please," Erik told her bluntly. He would present her no delusions, but his prerequisites had not altered since their first agreement when he had originally offered her tutelage. Christine shouldn't be surprised, yet she had to realize that simply because their circumstances had changed, didn't mean his desire for perfection had. "If you can surrender yourself entirely during our sessions, I will teach you again."
Yes, please! Ugh! He's so awesome! And that description with that powerful phrasing "in music, you must be mine", is perfection.
"Words are meaningless without emotion. Only the singer can tell the story." So true!
He had given her several recitations and arias, each with a different tone behind its words. Mournful, thoughtful, forlorn, enraged, passionate, joyous, Christine strove to portray each one and he did not believe any of them.
I love how you put that...
If his pride had permitted him, he would have fallen at her feet in gratitude for her giving him another chance to share in music once more.
I adore how they simply revel in one another's presence and how Erik worships her! It's one of the things that will draw him into the light, if she'll let it...
For someone that prides himself of keeping every nuance of his personality under control when he has to present a facade to people like Andre or Firmin or Madame Giry or the like, when Erik's with Christine, he wears his heart on his entire body! Just by reading what he's doing, you can sense every twitching part of his mind! Maybe it's just because we have the benefit of reading his true emotions and thoughts. But it feels like even when he's at his most guarded with her, she can still piece together how he really feels... Or maybe that's just me!
"That," he said gently indicating her reddened eyes, "is beautiful. Let the tears fall, stop suppressing your emotions. Feel, Christine. Quit this irritating control and let yourself be."
Oh gad, that's beautiful. You know, when I read stuff you write and it gets like this, I often have to stop, put down my iphone, and remember how to breath, because I swear you cause my heart to stop! Gloriously expressed!
And his praises of her voice were so heartfelt and sweet! A touch on the Leroux side with the "no angel could have received a greater gift"... I see what you did there! (;
Also, this. "Tomorrow we shall begin your lessons for true." for some reason, this strikes me as a very bossly thing to say! Erik's got swag! Lol! XD Marvelous words you weave, my dear! I cannot wait to peer at the next production of your loom!
Also in my previous review, I'm pretty sure I meant to type "so tearing"... Not tiring. ExC romance is never tiring! Lol! Carry on'
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 7 . 7/22/2013
I would reveal his name and my whereabouts but the entire situation is quite secretive, for my instructor is famous for his musical exploits and does not wished to be bothered during our lessons.
That is such a nod to the CD version, you can't even think of trying to sneak that past me! XD
Ah, Victorian self-harm... No, but seriously, that is both madly sweet and very sad. They have such a dark relationship, so complicated, but so full of feeeeeeeeeeels! Such beautiful words by Christine expressing her fear of loss! Made me feel sad for her that she was subjecting herself to pain to remember him, but also hopeful because that bodes well in how she feels about him! Sort of... I mean, ow. I feel personal about self harm because I know some people that do it and it's not because of love... Or more like desperation, in Christine's case. It's hard to figure out my feelings about it for her case. It's bad always, but you know, ExC romance comes with dark territory... It's just so tiring and yet so sad and disturbing and yet such a sign of the bond between them that it's tearing at me! Ugh! *goes to replenish feels*
Before she thought twice about saying such words, Christine asked teasingly "Will you kiss it as father did to make it feel better?" She laughed slightly, attempting to break the serious gravity in the room. But when her blue eyes met with green-blue ones, she abruptly lost her breath for her gaze had encountered two eyes suddenly aflame.
"Is that what you desire? Is that one of your questions?" asked a golden voice made husky, as a cold hand pulled her closer.
YES! Do want! Do want!
Erik stood with a secretive smile. "That will do for this morning, Christine," he said softly.
NO! NO, NO, NO, IT WILL NOT! 8D
Ugh! You tease! You tempter of women's affections! You Don Juan, you!
That's not right, Bo! Not right at all! XD LOVED this chapter! (That is so wrong though! XD do want do want do want!) lol!
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 6 . 7/22/2013
Erik felt off balance, exposed.
That's what putting your heart in another's hands does to you. That's how I felt when I told someone I liked very much that I liked them and then he returned my heart to me with a kind but very saddening I-like-you-as-a-friend talk. :( sigh! Youth... Lol! I know so much! ;P
She may have accepted his murder astoundingly well, but some sins cannot be explained or reasoned. A multitude of such transgressions decorated the pages of his life and he loathed to show her any.
Wow! So powerful the feelings of dread and secrecy...
His normally formidable stance was broken. He rested his masked face in his palms, elbows propped up against the piano. Her presence felt suddenly intrusive, as though seeing him in any state other than invincible was a wrong against him.
Ugh! So perfect!
He returned moments later bearing a tray with hot broth and warm buttered rolls.
If he didn't have my heart before, he has it now! Any man that brings you butter rolls is perfect! I'll have two, please! P:
Sneaky Christine is sneaky! X) I would do the same thing: fake asleepness to witness him being a little marshmallow!
Erik: A little what?!
Me: shh... Go compose something...
Before he departed, he brushed the pads of his fingers delicately over the purple marks. Then, upon a sudden whim, he lifted one to his lips, leaving a reverent kiss against the evidence of his sin.
This! I love, love, love the dark beauty of their tentative, wanting relationship! Gah! My feeeeeeels!
Man! I'm already half way through what you have here... Nooooooooooo! My feels need more squishing in your heart rending machine! It's good for them! Lol! But seriously, take your time! Let it flow out of your feelings and heart and time alone with these gorgeous characters! :)
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 5 . 7/22/2013
"Until you appeared, I existed, but I wasn't alive."
Heart gasp! So beautifully expressed!
"You were all I ever wanted and became everything I couldn't have."
Gah! My feels!
At that "hardly a face line", I honestly went back to my ebook and looked up the part where Christine and Raoul talk on the rooftop of the Opera Populaire about Erik and his face... I actually though that line was from the book, it was so good! Is it from movie, perhaps? Or just your freaking amazing imagination? (;
It is truly beautiful how you write their devotion to each other's feelings. Though they bash them quite a deal on accident - and in some cases, in purpose -, they fiercely wish to protect each other's hearts, and seem to treasure them and worry over their tarnishes like so many lumps of gold, and it's just so beautiful the bond they have, even at this tentative and uncertain moment in their lives. How they consider harm to one another either physically or mentally a sin or a transgression against the other! Their love is exactly how Raoul described it in Leroux's novel up on the rooftop! "A love of the most exquisite kind, that people don't even admit to themselves." Gah! Beauty. Sheer beauty!
Ah, there's the name that causes my heart to flutter! (; I love how people have him react to hearing her say his name! X) lol!
Aw! So cute! "I don't know." :) I'm in love with this, I tell you! In love!
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 4 . 7/22/2013
Trust me, Touch me…no! Not now, later, when I ask you.
You may roam the house and its rooms as you like, but please stay out of my personal chambers and do not leave the house for any reason. I am not attempting to cage you, the catacombs are riddled with my personal security devices and navigating them is perilous if you do not know the way. (Which I assure you, you do not.)
XD Deal with it. XD like a boss!
In the hands of her brilliant maestro, the instrument created miracles that she could barely think of as songs.
Haha! Erik sneaking up ninja style! Like a boss! (let me know if my Internet terms exasperate you, my dear. As he truly is quite awesome!) XD
"All I want from you is time."
*que Prince song* "I just want your extra time and your *smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch* kiss!" XD couldn't help it! Don't kill me! *hand at the level of her eues*
Erik sighed angrily and collapsed in his throne-like chair before the hearth. His pensive stare focused on the flames. But in every dancing flicker, he could only see Christine.
[Like fire!/Hellfire!/This fire in my skin!/This burning desire/Is turning me to sin!]
Surely I can't be the only one who saw this in my head... Lol! XD
Truthfully, she missed those intimate moments entwined within pitches and chords, speaking to one another with no words save the lyrics and even then Christine could spin a different tale than simple words said.
Gah! So beautiful!
Smart Erik is smart! XD Devouring away to my hearts content, my dear! Excellent work!
| Myne Comix Meg chapter 3 . 7/22/2013
Except…except when she had awakened in his home. But her strange emotions had seemed blurred by the remnants of her sleep. He could not trust such feelings. But how he wanted to.
(Don't worry, Erik... Sometimes dreams can be real... (;)
suspicion and fear translated into the language of music. Again, I love that metaphor!
Eventually Erik's resistance to the music eroded completely, and he lost himself inside of it.
(Than Christine must be music embodied, as he cannot resist her, either... Aw...)
Those intense eyes had burned as though wishing to sear her soul with their flames.
(Where's that picture Muirin did of just his eyes behind his Persian hat veil thing when you need it...? Lol! XD)((I move a lot when I play my keyboard... It even rattles and shakes in its stand, I get so rough with it when I play music I really feel and get into! Lol! Poor piano! XD))
Christine felt a rush of fright as she fought an intense desire to touch him. Her hands had the bizarre urge to reach out and assure him he was not alone in his confusion. That he was not alone at all.
(Who among us hasn't felt the exact same way? Raise your hands, girls/ladies, who doesn't not want to touch Erik (in a respectable way, mind you)? X) lol!)
His mind replayed the melody of her sigh and the longing it reflected. He wondered what it was that she pined for.
But behind his analyzing her actions, he sorted through his own impulses. He felt terribly exposed and vulnerable knowing she had heard any portion of what he had been composing. Christine could speak the language of music almost as fluently as he could. That made him fear what she thought, or rightly guessed, he had been saying through the piece. It made anger rise, unbidden, at the thought of anyone, let alone Christine, knowing how weak she made him. Perhaps, especially her.
This... Gloriousness! Hurrah for the authoress who can tear out her heart, rend it into a million pieces, and still translate and decipher into plain English words the harrowing beauties and each gripping, soaring emotion it possesses! Gah! My feels!
He visibly flinched at the damage he had written upon her porcelain skin. "You came with me willingly enough with marks," Erik answered, still staring intently at the bruises. "Why did you come back if you truly expected more?" He hesitated a moment. "Surely…surely you realize I never meant to h-hurt you." Erik cursed himself for showing weakness in his quivering voice. Why couldn't he be as callous as she believed him to be?
(Poor, confused Erik! I love the way you write their interactions! Freaking perfect!)
Silently, he held up his own long fingered, pale hands for her inspection. Christine watched him warily, wondering at his intent.
"These simple hands may not seem overly remarkable, and they are not. (whatdyamean, dude! they're freakin gorgeous!) The only difference between my palms and yours is that mine-," he struggled to explain properly. "Mine are not accustomed to touching other humans as yours are. In fact, my accursed touch has corrupted no one, until you," he finished sadly. "And I see now that my touch is as much of an abomination as my pitiful face." He turned his hands apathetically, trying to detach himself from how suddenly he despised them. "There is no gentility or tenderness in my touch, for I have never experienced such things. Touching you is like attempting to dance without knowing the choreography, trying to sing without knowing the words. (This! Ugh! Beauty!) I fail because I have never received the proper instruction. Living alone has made what you consider mundane contact, extraordinarily foreign to me," he concluded clenching his chorded knuckles in restrained shame. Erik had never known such guilt as he had felt seeing the marks he had left so brutally upon her.
This man, this angel and phantom, had never known the pleasures of simple touches.
(Ermegherd! I would be totally willing to oblige! *rushes to hug him* **goes into defensive cat mode with cape flung up over his mouth and nose, hissing with squinting eyes** X) lol!)
"So you see, when I dare to feel your skin and place these wicked hands upon you, it is never with the intention of causing you harm. Restraining you, yes, protecting you, of course. But to abuse you?" he asked incredulously. "Never." The word was filled with a stark conviction, as though wishing his intent had not turned out so badly.
(That "Now kiss!" meme is in my head for some reason... Lol!)
I WANT TO HUG THIS GUY! RIGHT! NOW! (sorry for teh caps! Lol!))
Don't!" he commanded forcefully, backing away further as though afraid she would attempt to caress him again.
(And that would be the reaction I'd get for my overtures of huggness... Man, Erik! Don't be such a fraidycat!)
Even now she questioned herself as to why she cared so much about him. He hadn't explained any of his actions and she was already trying to forgive him.
(We all do it, Christine, every single one of us, so don't feel bad about it... Lol! XD)
In the back of her mind, Christine secretly wanted tomorrow to wait. She wasn't yet ready to leave his world and be thrown back into harsh reality where music was meaningless and angels had to be perfect.
(Omg! That's today's music industry today (with a few exceptions out there to be sure, but on the whole, you nailed it!)!)
I love this already! And it's only chapter three! I am fast becoming fiercely devoted to this and will await your updates eagerly!