Kiss me one last time.
Love Never Dies.
Christine reached blindly for him, everything a blur through fresh tears.
He watched as she unceremoniously took his glove off, He knew that urgancy too well…the need to be touched…She needed to feel what was real…
He promised, knowing she would ask him if he didn’t. It was a small thing, but it eased her mind greatly. Christine found his bare hand again and ran it over her lips. The fingers roughened by years of hard wear were familiar and comforting. She loved his hands.
Two rather random sketches of Erik bathing and tryring to drown a devil rubberducky. And excuse me, I try to hammer this stupid earworm that appeared out of nowhere out of my head…*hums “Bathing Beauty”*
… *big smile*