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Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
Rating: G
Word Count: 375
Note: Written for 15minuteficlets word #139 (Whispered)
There were words whispered in the darkness that she could never fully understand. She was, after all, just a child; a lost little girl trapped in an endless night. Losing her father had scarred her, marked her as something different from what she once was. As a child, she'd been carefree, happy. There had been light then.
And now?
Christine turned restlessly in bed to hear the soft voice of an angel caress her into a dream. There was a man somewhere with her. Maybe it was her father, maybe it was someone else. It didn't matter who sang, just that the voice was filled with such strong love. The words were not important for very long. Usually they became muffled, garbled, lost in the shadows. The way the whispered song was sung, that mattered. That meant something.
Christine closed her eyes and began to sing with him. At first it was just a wordless melody. Her voice had grown better with the help of her faceless teacher, that angel who only appeared in the darkness. But soon, the words seemed to come out of nowhere. She was nearly asleep, but she was singing with this stranger. She sang to this stranger, for this stranger. She wanted to make her angel proud. He seemed her only companion. She wanted to make him happy.
Christine could feel the darkness press around her as the words lost their meaning. She was singing about her angel, about her loneliness, about the way she seemed to loose herself night after night to the voice that was too pure to be of the earth. She sang of the feelings the music brought her.
She wasn't alone when she sang with him. Though the nights were dark, they were haunted by something wondrous and otherworldly. They brought a kind of comfort to Christine.
She closed her eyes soon. The words and the melody were gone, there was only sleep to be had and dreams to be dreamt. Christine was asleep in moments. And her angel, her lover, her teacher, her father, her devil... this man of night, he watched her closely.
"Goodnight," he whispered it so quietly that he could barely hear his own voice.
And then he was gone.
Rating: G
Word Count: 375
Note: Written for 15minuteficlets word #139 (Whispered)
There were words whispered in the darkness that she could never fully understand. She was, after all, just a child; a lost little girl trapped in an endless night. Losing her father had scarred her, marked her as something different from what she once was. As a child, she'd been carefree, happy. There had been light then.
And now?
Christine turned restlessly in bed to hear the soft voice of an angel caress her into a dream. There was a man somewhere with her. Maybe it was her father, maybe it was someone else. It didn't matter who sang, just that the voice was filled with such strong love. The words were not important for very long. Usually they became muffled, garbled, lost in the shadows. The way the whispered song was sung, that mattered. That meant something.
Christine closed her eyes and began to sing with him. At first it was just a wordless melody. Her voice had grown better with the help of her faceless teacher, that angel who only appeared in the darkness. But soon, the words seemed to come out of nowhere. She was nearly asleep, but she was singing with this stranger. She sang to this stranger, for this stranger. She wanted to make her angel proud. He seemed her only companion. She wanted to make him happy.
Christine could feel the darkness press around her as the words lost their meaning. She was singing about her angel, about her loneliness, about the way she seemed to loose herself night after night to the voice that was too pure to be of the earth. She sang of the feelings the music brought her.
She wasn't alone when she sang with him. Though the nights were dark, they were haunted by something wondrous and otherworldly. They brought a kind of comfort to Christine.
She closed her eyes soon. The words and the melody were gone, there was only sleep to be had and dreams to be dreamt. Christine was asleep in moments. And her angel, her lover, her teacher, her father, her devil... this man of night, he watched her closely.
"Goodnight," he whispered it so quietly that he could barely hear his own voice.
And then he was gone.