The Beginning of a Relationship Options

[ApocalypseAelis]

Never once did her blue, wondering eyes leave the vivid green ones of his. The entire world was invisible to them as all they saw was each other; for her it was the first time she laid eyes on her caring tutor, and for him it was the first time when a pair of eyes looked upon him without fear, hatred, or pity. Especially not beautiful eyes like these.

His elegant musician's fingers beckoned to her through the opening of the gilded mirror. After so many years of formal teaching and at times, friendly conversation, words were not needed now. Hesitantly, her delicate, pale hand reached towards his. He was her Angel. Her guardian and protector; he would never harm her.

The moment their fingers touched, goosebumps rose and sent shivers down his spine, a feeling that had nothing to do with the chilly draft that swept through the candlelit hallway.

"I am your angel...come to me."

The deep, musical voice crept down into her soul...she needed no more persuasion. This man, this angel, this mysterious, alluring creature had woven a hypnotic spell over her, and she felt herself giving in to it willingly, gladly.

Slowly and surely, the Phantom led her through the twisting and turning passageways, a flaming torch held in one hand (although he would have managed quite well in the dark, just as he had for so many years) and both her rapturous gaze and warm fingers in the other.

In sleep
He sang to me,
In dreams
He came...
That voice
Which calls to me
And speaks
My name...
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there -
Inside my mind...

The powerful sound of their voices echoed through the seemingly endless tunnels and hallways of the catacombs beneath the Opera, her angelic soprano's voice complementing his rich alto's perfectly. The melodic sound was all around them, caressing the silent walls and warming them despite the coldness of the catacombs. The pair walked together then, both entranced with the other, until they reached a lake. Unable to break the spellbinding gaze between herself and her teacher, she stepped gracefully into his gondola with his assistance. Softly, the back of her white opera gown brushed against his arm, and his heart nearly skipped a beat with only this gentle touch.

She could not believe it. Surely, this had to be a dream. Her angel that her father had sent to her, this dark, tall figure with the most beautiful voice, was now here, in front of her, rowing her through an underground cavern, black as ink...a man of flesh and blood, but with a voice that certainly must have been made in heaven.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he sang with her with all his strength, their voices entwining in a harmonic fluidity that seemed to flow through his veins like an elixir of life. This dark, lonely home beneath the opera was where he resided for so long, music his only companion, until he met her. She was the candle of hope that penetrated into his unending night. He had been afraid, at first, afraid of disappointment, afraid of rejection...but through her purity and kindness, he had learnt to hope. And now, the Phantom was bringing the one person he had grown to love home.