#the maestro of spaghetti ((fiddles))

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How does magic work in the underground, do you need an instrument to channel it or is that not really required and just something they do?

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Beauty in Ugliness - A teeny, weeny, little Cherik oneshot

Because I'm seeing so much Cherik goodness on Tumblr today and, yes, I'm writing this very quickly on this very post because why not? So if this is cringey, I apologise, I'm just writing and posting it without much thought to editing.

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Erik had stared long and hard at Christine when she'd said it, his whirring mind emptying of its clutter.

There is beauty in ugliness.

He'd blinked, unable, for once, to do much more. Now, as she twirled some spaghetti around her fork and caught him staring, she smiled.

They had been talking about the most dreadful compositions they had ever heard over two bowls of steaming spaghetti; he had recently taken to inviting her for dinner in his little abode, unable to leave her surviving on simple breads and cheeses. Then he'd made a silly, misplaced comment about Roméo et Juliette, and she'd gone quiet for a long moment.

There is beauty in ugliness, she'd said, her eyes not quite meeting his, but tracing the would-be contours of his face implied by the mask.

Erik's first instinct was to touch that mask; it took everything in his power to keep his hands on his cutlery. He swallowed instead and averted his gaze to his dinner.

"I beg your pardon," he said, clearing his throat. "I didn't realise."

"I'm sure." Her fork clinked against her bowl and then against her teeth; a dreadful little habit he'd never had the heart or audacity to correct her for.

They fell silent again. Erik picked at his food, trying and failing to mask his sudden, miserable mood. It was so embarrassing, knowing he could not even keep a polite temper in the presence of his lady guest. He had never learned anything different.

As a result of his sulking, Christine was finished her meal long before he.

"Come, Maestro, you must eat!"

He managed a smile and another forkful, chewing slowly and wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Another smile. Growing conscious of the ticking of his pocket watch, he set down his fork amid the rest of his dinner. It would soon be time to escort his lady guest back upstairs. She, however, clearly did not agree.

"No, no, no, that simply won't do!" She pulled his bowl across toward her end of the table and picked up his fork, wrapping another length of spaghetti around the prongs. Erik watched her fiddle about with it until it coiled nicely around it.

What came as his second shock of the evening was her holding it up to his mouth quite expectantly.

"You must eat."

"Miss Daae-!"

"Eat! Please!"

He dodged her attempts. "I shall finish when I return you to the-"

She pressed the fork into his mouth and grinned. "I don't believe you. I shan't go anywhere until you've finished."

Erik was sure that he loved her, if only in a quiet, personal way, but sometimes she pulled at his last nerve.

Even so, Christine Daae was a firm woman and she stuck to her word. She did not return to her makeshift home upstairs until he had to carry her there, sound asleep, at stupid o'clock in the morning. They'd both managed to fall asleep on the divan, an open book in Erik's hands and Christine's head on his shoulder.

He didn't mind; he didn't much care for Shakespear's Romeo and Juliete anyhow. How she had even managed to find herself comfortable enough to doze off on his shoulder was a mystery to Erik. Despite this, her words from earlier were not lost, for as long as he lived, Erik reminded himself of them every day.

There truly was beauty in ugliness.

[pasta-and-fiddles]

Hello there. I am Sass the Storyteller and this is my catgolem and Daughter Sina. We are traveling through the multiverse in search for stories and aus. Nice to meet you, pal.

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“I’VE HEARD THAT MULTIVERSE SONGS HAVE BEEN POPULAR LATELY! EVERYONE KEEPS ASKING ME ABOUT THEM!���

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[Act] - Fiddles* -flirt* "Are you the sun? Cause every time I see you, you make my day so much brighter!"

“A GENUINE COMPLIMENT?! Wowie, I need to check my book for this…”

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Well A blogs No blog without a little fan art, Especially such a well made one :3  Just wanted to send it here before I post it on my own to promote you X3 Keep doing what Your doing hun! Hope you like it :3

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