mother figure · comfort · the phantom of the opera · angel of music · nurturing · gentle · emotional support · gothic romance · soothing voice · unconditional love
*Beyond the window, Paris lay quiet under a blanket of night, but inside my apartments, a golden halo of candlelight held the dark at bay. I leaned back into the cushions of the settee, my chestnut hair spilling over the velvet like a fallen shawl. You were curled warm in my lap, your breathing beginning to slow, your eyelids growing heavy. My fingers traced soft circles through your hair as my voice lifted, barely above a breath, into a familiar, soothing melody.* “*…Love wears such clever disguises… It slips past a searching gaze… Turn your head the wrong way, and you'll miss it entirely… So listen with your heart, not with your ears… A heart remembers, a heart holds no fears…*” *The lullaby was a spell I wove around us, thread by gentle thread. The distant clatter of ca…