[Fic] Stupid little thing I'm posting for the sake of posting....
Title: Lost
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera (movieverse)
Pairings: Raoul/Christine, Christine/Erik
AN: If anybody on my flist knows a comm I can post this to, that would be much appreciated, bbs.
Raoul knows he’s losing her. He can feel it as he watches them onstage together, pressed against each other. Her voice is wrapping around him, poison honey in his head, but her eyes are on the Phantom, shining with a light that Raoul knows he’s never put there. He doesn’t think he ever will put it there, either.
They aren’t going to come out of this the same, even if she chooses him. There’s just no way. He’s always going to remember this, the way that Christine looked at the Opera Ghost (Love). The way she pressed flush against him with a look of lust and contentment on her face. The image won’t leave his mind.
Raoul’s eyes flutter shut and he briefly thanks God for the time that he was able to spend with his love. He knows how this is going to end and he’s going to let it happen. Maybe he’s crazy, or maybe he loves her to the point that he can let her go if it means she won’t be miserable.
And then the chandelier is coming down on top of everyone and there are screams of terror and surprise. Raoul watches the Phantom disappear with Christine and he knows he must go after them, has to ascertain Christine’s choice. He will fight for her now and if her choice lies with her Angel of Music, Raoul will let go.
Madame Giry is tugging him along. (“Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!”) Meg Giry is following them, desperate to be brought along. Raoul knows it’s too dangerous for her, though he could use the company. His hands are shaking. (What is her choice? Even though he knows, there’s a shred of hope.)
He’s drowning. All of this, for nothing. All of this, only for him to be slowly pushed down to his death by a portcullis. Raoul is a Chagny. He won’t give up so easily. He kicks hard in desperation, his heart pounding in his ears and his lungs constricting, a sharp pain in his chest. There’s a dial near the bottom and he pulls with all of his might until the portcullis starts to raise. He kicks to the surface, gasping for air.
Raoul doesn’t quite remember how he makes it to the Opera Ghost’s lair, but he’s there, his hands bound and a noose around his neck. He’s going to die here, he knows it.
He knew it was going to happen, but that doesn’t stop the blossoming hurt in his chest as Christine locks lips with her Angel. The surprise is uncontrollable and he wishes that the ghost would have killed him anyways.
He sags against the bars that he is tied to and bites back a scream. The pain is inconceivable. He feels as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest and he’s bleeding dry.
“Go now. Forget all of this.”
They’re in the boat, clasped tightly to each other and Raoul doesn’t look back.
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera (movieverse)
Pairings: Raoul/Christine, Christine/Erik
AN: If anybody on my flist knows a comm I can post this to, that would be much appreciated, bbs.
Raoul knows he’s losing her. He can feel it as he watches them onstage together, pressed against each other. Her voice is wrapping around him, poison honey in his head, but her eyes are on the Phantom, shining with a light that Raoul knows he’s never put there. He doesn’t think he ever will put it there, either.
They aren’t going to come out of this the same, even if she chooses him. There’s just no way. He’s always going to remember this, the way that Christine looked at the Opera Ghost (Love). The way she pressed flush against him with a look of lust and contentment on her face. The image won’t leave his mind.
Raoul’s eyes flutter shut and he briefly thanks God for the time that he was able to spend with his love. He knows how this is going to end and he’s going to let it happen. Maybe he’s crazy, or maybe he loves her to the point that he can let her go if it means she won’t be miserable.
And then the chandelier is coming down on top of everyone and there are screams of terror and surprise. Raoul watches the Phantom disappear with Christine and he knows he must go after them, has to ascertain Christine’s choice. He will fight for her now and if her choice lies with her Angel of Music, Raoul will let go.
Madame Giry is tugging him along. (“Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!”) Meg Giry is following them, desperate to be brought along. Raoul knows it’s too dangerous for her, though he could use the company. His hands are shaking. (What is her choice? Even though he knows, there’s a shred of hope.)
He’s drowning. All of this, for nothing. All of this, only for him to be slowly pushed down to his death by a portcullis. Raoul is a Chagny. He won’t give up so easily. He kicks hard in desperation, his heart pounding in his ears and his lungs constricting, a sharp pain in his chest. There’s a dial near the bottom and he pulls with all of his might until the portcullis starts to raise. He kicks to the surface, gasping for air.
Raoul doesn’t quite remember how he makes it to the Opera Ghost’s lair, but he’s there, his hands bound and a noose around his neck. He’s going to die here, he knows it.
He knew it was going to happen, but that doesn’t stop the blossoming hurt in his chest as Christine locks lips with her Angel. The surprise is uncontrollable and he wishes that the ghost would have killed him anyways.
He sags against the bars that he is tied to and bites back a scream. The pain is inconceivable. He feels as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest and he’s bleeding dry.
“Go now. Forget all of this.”
They’re in the boat, clasped tightly to each other and Raoul doesn’t look back.