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January, 1882The night air was brisk and pinched at my cheeks with icy fingers. I tightened my grip on Erik’s arm as we walked down the empty sidewalk. He was, as usual, grumbling under his breath ( Read more... )

2. Write a prompt fic of your muse interacting with another muse in their life, years from now, where your muse is telling someone something that they don’t want to hear.

March, 1887

I had been feeling off for a few days, but I didn’t think it was anything overly serious. There were odd moments of dizzy spells and mild indigestion, but again, I didn’ ( Read more... )

December 25, 1881Bells all over Paris began ringing shortly after dawn. It was Christmas Day and I had barely slept a wink the night before. I was simply too excited to make sure that this Christmas would actually be a pleasant one for Erik. After weeks of trying to decide what to give a man who’d never really been given anything, I had found the ( Read more... )

Inspired from Erik's reply to #5 here.

June, 1863Although the room is quiet, far off in the distance, you hear the dim strains of music. It’s soothing and calming, broken only by intermittent applause, but you don’t, as yet, understand what those sounds mean. Your ears, much like the rest of you, have only had six months of experiences ( Read more... )

Taken from here.

{ooc: The idea of a monkey running loose in an opera house was just too good to pass up. Apologies to rude_not_ginger since I've yet to see a single episode of Doctor Who. I hope I did Ten justice.}

Carlotta's caterwauling was worse than usual, as Christine and I descended from the costume loft for rehearsals for Hannibal. We glanced at each ( Read more... )

Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like.“Tell me a story, Papa,” little Charles said in his soft, five-year-old voice ( Read more... )