ᅠ i ???????????? ᅠ

ᅠ retreating to his coffin. too much has happened for this poor unfortunate old man today. au revoir ! ᅠ

i miss my wife oomf

it's difficult.. to fight the urge to embrace you.

ᅠ glad i could be of service. ☺️ ᅠ

ᅠ no ??? ᅠ

ᅠ please do me a favor. stop talking. ᅠ

ᅠ mysteriously, all the candles and lights of the opera house go out and reader is left alone with the darkness and a presence. * his presence, all around them. ᅠ

the sun shined brighter when she was here.

ᅠ a gloved hand emerging from the darkness, taking hers in his own. a smile painting his features at her own. gently pulling her closer. “it’s been a while, ma belle. i have to admit that i’ve missed you.” ᅠ

ᅠ he’s pacing around his lair, stacks upon stacks of crumbled music sheets littered on the cobblestone ground. ᅠ

ᅠ looming over tl. ᅠ

ᅠ his expression was surprise at first yet it quickly turned bitter at the sight of the assassin. “and… you’re doing this, why?” he still does not trust her, it seems. ᅠ

ᅠ arms crossed. raising a brow. hesitantly accepting the lasso, giving a small smile. “i see. you know your ropes.” it was but a simple observation, somehow she’d gotten the exact same material & thickness of his previous lasso. ᅠ

i fear that this longing will last forever. i put on a brave face and pretend it doesn't bother me， but it does. it does.

i love you, and i haven't forgotten about you.

ᅠ grumbles from the shadows. ᅠ