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[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Opera  + Angel + Ghost + Insanity + Murder = Love.

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[singchristine.livejournal.com]

I'd have done with less insanity and no murder.

And don't forget the nobleman.

Oh Erik. Why does everything have to be difficult? Can't we do a light bright one instead of a tragedy, now and again?

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

*sourly* The nobleman does not fit into my equation.

It not my intention to be so, Christine. That is simply ... how it is.


[ooc: Finally got my hands on a copy of Susan Kay's version so Erik may become slightly more book-verse in future. ^_^ Just giving you a heads up.]

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

Is the highest music always sad? Is the bleeding heart stronger than the hopeful one?
Are the stars in the sky always cold and distant, and never beautiful and giving faith?

Oh Erik...

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

You already know the answers, Christine.

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

I do, but I do not think you see them... the same.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not, but I am content with my view of things.

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

Con- content? *eyes widen* Are you truly content? That would be beautiful.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

It would seem that I have no choice but to be. A creature, Christine, does not belong elsewhere.

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

*pales* You are not merely a creature... you are human. Scarred, battered, but yearning for beauty... achieving it in one of the most beguiling ways possible... though that angelic music.

Erik... I do not... whatever happens, I do not see you as merely a creature. Master, teacher... are more like it.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

*sighs, small smile* Which kindly God ever bestowed you to me, mon ange?

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

I am... Erik, there is but one God. And I am too human to be really called an angel. I just do what my heart says - and where music takes me.
Your music.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

... My music ...

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

The most beautiful music I have ever heard or sung. It surely is touched by God and his angels.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

*scoffs* God. God has nothing to do with me.

[singchristine.livejournal.com]

You asked... which kindly God...

We all get to answer before Him.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

A different God. This God - he is not so loving.

*frowns darkly* Why should we have to?

[dancingthetide.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a sad love song.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have composed many songs for it, I can assure you.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Take out the opera and maybe the insanity and I'm kinda inclinded to agree.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

All equations of love are essentially the same, Madame.

[nikita-q.livejournal.com]

Wow, really? No other way possible?

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Not as far as I am concerned, Madame.

[repetiteur.livejournal.com]

I must agree with Mademoiselle Daae, and do without the insanity and murder.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Then you are fortunate that I do not love you, Monsieur.

[msellemeg.livejournal.com]

And so the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Remove some, and the whole wouldn't be the same.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Wise words, Meg. Wise words indeed.

[msellemeg.livejournal.com]

They are only wise if you believe them, Erik.

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Then it is fortunate that it was not I who said them.

[msellemeg.livejournal.com]

Why? You don't think yourself wise?

[a-deaths-head.livejournal.com]

Not if wisdom requires belief.