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I stepped down from the swan bed and slowly walked towards the bedroom door. there I saw Erik sitting at his desk, painting away with the watercolors I had gifted him long ago.
he wasn't wearing his mask which was unusual for him as he insisted on wearing it even though I had seen him without it many times.
"Hello, mon Cheri (my dear)
"well, you're finally awake."
"it's only the morning. why do you say finally?"
"it's 11:30."
"oh." I peered over his shoulder and gasped when I saw the painting. it was a painting of me in a long beautiful, dress. the colors were so nice and the shapes were so accurate.
"i-i know it's not great."
"non, mon chérie, c'est beau (no, my dear, it is beautiful)"
I picked up the painting and grabbed a picture frame to put it in. I placed the picture in the frame and brought it to my room. I stepped on a wobbly piece of rock, falling ever so slightly.
" do not fall, my love."
he grabbed my waist and so I shivered at his cool touch. Finally, I hung up the painting and stepped down from the rock.
"there, lovely," I said.
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phantom of the opera x reader oneshots
Fanfictiona bunch of really short oneshots about the phantom! i made these about 3 years ago, so they are not the best, and you will definitely cringe at times (my apologies). enjoy!
