Rossignol | By : Savaial Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Raoul deChagny pounded on the door with all his might. His insistent thumps echoed crazily in the vast, stone-enclosed darkness.
“This is highly irregular,” the man beside him muttered. “I thought he wanted to get married.”
“He does,” Raoul swore, his lips pressed into a thin line. “By God, he pestered me about it endlessly until I thought I would go mad. If it wasn’t for your ingenuity he wouldn’t have this opportunity.”
“And it is your sister he wishes to marry?” The darker man scratched his head. “I confess I never believed Erik would find a woman to match him, mush less a deChagny. How did they meet?”
“I’ll tell you over a brandy,” Raoul answered impatiently. “Now that he’s forgotten about teaching me to sing I suppose I can indulge.”
“Erik was teaching you to sing,” the man repeated in disbelief. “I go on holiday and when I come back all is madness.”
“The story might require two or three bottles of brandy,” Raoul hypothesized, pounding on the door again. “What on earth made you get a binding license anyway? I thought you Muslims did things differently.”
“Contrary to what a Catholic might believe,” the dark man drawled, “we Muslims are not heathens. Marriage happens in my country too, you know.”
“Forgive me, I know little of your culture.” Raoul slammed the butt of a torch against the door with all his might, repeatedly. “Goddamn him,” he cursed. “He’ll give me heart problems! Making all his demands and nesting down here with Celeste like a snake in his den!”
The Persian gently pulled the torch from Raoul’s stiff fingers. “Let’s come back in a few hours,” he soothed. “If we wait until nightfall we have a good chance of catching him awake. I confess I don’t understand how he missed us setting off all his alarms, but I’m sure they are both fine. Erik is too stubborn to simply die.”
“You’re right,” Raoul replied, straightening. “Let’s go have our brandy. Maybe after a bottle or two I can get through the ceremony without weeping like a woman.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” the Persian replied with a smile.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo