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A rosy flush rose to Christine’s cheeks, and her smile only widened as she hiked up her skirts above her boot-clad feet and ran laughing through the Paris snow from the night before. “You’re going to have to run faster than that, Raoul!” she called like the young child she had been long ago, when they had played together, in the house by the sea.

How she loved the snow. It was so white, so pure, and sparkled like diamonds in the sunshine. Though it may be trampled into slush and mud underneath countless feet and carriages in the Paris streets, somewhere, in the country, at least, there was somewhere where it remained undisturbed, save for as it dropped off of tree branches, or the light, dainty steps of some animal.

And also, she remembered the many snowball fights that had occurred between Raoul and herself, until their faces were flushed with cold, and they fled to the warm interior of her father’s house, to listen to a song or two from his violin, and snuggle together under a blanket, and share a warm drink between the two of them in front of the fire, till they fell asleep.

“Come on, Raoul, try to keep up!” she laughed, looking behind her to see the handsome face of her childhood friend, and current lover, grinning, yet red with cold as he sprinted to catch her.

A girlish giggle escaped her, as she removed her warm gloves and tucked them into a pocket of her cloak, feigning to trip and land on her knees in a patch of clean snow, disguising the action as she gathered a ball of snow in her hands, delighting in the cold against her slim fingers, and hide the rough sphere by her side as Raoul came up beside her, his face concerned, as she had expected. He often treated her delicately, like she was a piece of china, but sometimes, she liked it that way.

“Christine, are you alright?” he asked softly, breath rising in a small cloud, dropping to a crouch beside her, his face worried. “Are you hurt?”

“No, Raoul,” she answered, as he helped her to her feet. Her smile widened and she pegged him in the chest with the snowball.

He stood there in shock for a moment, mouth slack, like that of a school boy, before his blue eyes twinkled and a laugh escaped him as he ran to catch her as she bolted away with a laugh of her own.

“Got you!” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her sides, spun her with a flurry of snow, and grinned down at her, chest heaving slightly, as their breath escaped them in little white clouds like escaping souls. “I say, that was rather underhanded of you, my dear.”

“Oh, nonsense! How many times have we done that to each other as children? Really, Raoul, I wouldn’t have expected you to fall for that!”

“An interesting choice of words, mon amour,” he added slyly, causing her to laugh.

“Raoul…”

They stood there, as time seemed to freeze, wide brown eyes staring into sparkling blue ones, and slowly, their lips met as Raoul pulled her into a deep kiss.


Erik gnashed his teeth at the sight, feeling the beginnings of despair and rage once again rising to the surface of his thoughts. But then, of late, when had they not been there? Curse her, and the boy.

A growl rose in the Phantom’s throat as he kicked at an offending snow bank that dared to block his path on the way back to the Opera Populaire. It was nearly a month into the Opera Ghost’s absence, and each time he saw his beloved Christine and the vicomte together, it only served to provoke his anger even further. Better that he retreat again into his subterranean lair and continue work on Don Juan Triumphant.

And, best that he try to get his mind off of Christine and her foppish little lover… Let his thoughts turn to the weather, yes, the snow…

But it was no good. That, too, reminded him of Christine. Of her coldness and disregard to him as she had accepted the vicomte on the roof nearly a month previous. Was he really that evil? He only did what he did to survive, and keep his anonymity. Well, and attempt, (Unsuccessfully, he thought glumly), to win Christine.

He let out a curse and kicked at another snow bank, startling a stray dog that fled his anger through an alley. There it was again, the subject of Christine, opened again like salt rubbed into a fresh wound.

Why could he not be like the cleansing snow: cold and ignorant of the rest of the world? Why couldn’t he too be cold and uncaring? And why, oh why, did the world trouble in his affairs with other men? Why could he not just be left in peace to nurture the musical angel he saw in Christine, and to love her, and make her love him in return?

It’s not fair, he thought spitefully, and neither is the world; life. But then, who would expect it to be fair, to one such as him?

Yes, it would be a blessing to be like the snow, cold, uncaring, unconcerned in the affairs of other men. But then, he thought with slight revulsion, would he have ever taken an interest in Christine, ever come to know love? It was both a blessing and a curse, to be uncaring and unconcerned, cold, like the snow that fell thick and heavy in Paris in the depth of winter.

But, oh, still, the snow was blessed. Maybe he should have been a snowflake, instead of a man. Then, at least, he could have chosen to have fallen on Christine, into that mouth that could exhibit such exquisite sound, maybe?… And that damn vicomte would have had to content himself as a man.

His eyes flicked momentarily to the cloudy, iron gray sky as the snow began to fall once again, and a slight, bittersweet smile found its way onto Erik’s face.
A Phantom of the Opera fanfiction. Based off the 2004 Webber movie, to be exact. It takes place during the three months that the Phantom, (Erik, for those who haven't read the book), was 'gone' from the Opera Populaire. It's just a random thing, for the contest for :iconphantom-of-da-opera: .
I don't own the characters, I'm just using them for this. The writing itself, though, belongs to me.

Now, hey, don't get me wrong, I'm no RaoulxChristine supporter, I'm ErikxChristine the whole way, but the two of them can be cute together, sometimes, and I do support their platonic friendship. It's just the way the story came out.
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AnaxErik4ever Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2010  Student Writer
Yipee! I love ErikxChristine fans who can write for the guys who "play for the other team", i.e. RaoulxChristine.
P.S. I'm an ErikxChristine fan all the way, just like yoU!!!!!!
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2010  Student Writer
*chuckles* I'm glad you like the piece. Been a while since I've thought about it.
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AnaxErik4ever Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2010  Student Writer
:highfive::boogie: Hooray for awesome Phanfiction! :whisper::gallery: Come check out Through the Mist in my gallery. That's my on-going Phanfiction.
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tiararus Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2005
Very beautiful sketching of the conditions and emotions of both Raoul&Christine and Eric...
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2005  Student Writer
Why thank you! :) I'm glad you liked it.
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asunnyspirit Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2005  Professional Digital Artist
Very nice story (few written works on DA hold my attention =D )
I very much like how you gave heart to these characters (the original book rarely takes a closer look on thier thoughts) I think the snowflake metaphor was well used and original, im inspired- i also think you did a good job at creating an intresting moment in what could of been a inconsequential scene :heart:
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2005  Student Writer
I'm glad you stopped by and read it! :D And thank you very much for noticing. I tried my best, and I'm glad it paid off.
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TheTrueSam Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2005   Traditional Artist
wow... the diction is beautiful and I love your similes. This flows so easily and I can picture it all in my head... it gives off the feeling of happiness and love and it's absolutely amazing. If you wrote a novel I would buy it. Excellent work!!
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2005  Student Writer
*bows* Thank you. It makes me feel all warm inside to know that you think that. :) :rose:
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TheTrueSam Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2005   Traditional Artist
hehe you're welcome! :hug:
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damned-warrior Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2005
^0^ Just to show my gratitude to you for entering the first contest that I totally organised on ~Phantom-of-DA-Opera I have decided to give you a comment and +fav. Thank-you so much for taking your time to enter the contest and, once again, I wish you the very best of luck when it comes down to the final vote *bows* ^0^
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2005  Student Writer
*smiles and bows back* Thank you very much. It is an honor.
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damned-warrior Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2005
^0^ You're very welcome ^0^
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Phantom-of-DA-Opera Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2005
Thank-you for taking the time to enter our 'snow contest'. I wish you the very best of luck.

~damned-warrior
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Zap-Ardendaeas Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2005  Student Writer
Thank you. It's a pleasure. :)
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