Trista Moldovan, Lerouxified.
Requested by Anonymous!
the phantom, the soprano, and the vicomte
Let me be your freedom.
Masquerade! Run and hide- but a face will still pursue you.
If Christine won’t, then no-one can.
Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend
We had such hopes, and now those hopes are shattered
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,
And the Angel of Music plays songs in my head.
Christine, I love you.
“a man who’s trying to love her unlike any other”