#cherryflavoredtrasheater

It’s alive, it’s alive, and he wants to die!!

"Studying the boy as Christine bent down and hugged him, Erik could still detect no hint of de Chagny in the child's features - he looked very much like his mother, with hair the same shade of chestnut brown as hers, and her blue eyes and button nose."

Now, I'm not gonna lie: this unicorn kind of looks like it's drunk too many five-hour-energy drinks in the past week or so, or maybe it also eats cherry-flavored trash. One or both of those XD

Awesome! Your date is December 7th. What would you like to contribute?

'Dumbfounded, Erik could only stare in shock as his Christine untied the sash of her robe before shrugging it off, letting it pool on the floor around her.'

'As Christine let her hand softly brush over the right side of Erik's face before she embraced him tightly and kissed him once again, she felt a deep sense of rightness, as though she was where she belonged at last.'

'It just seemed so Erik - with dark, somewhat masculine furniture that still managed to be warm and inviting, and a truly gorgeous fireplace that practically begged a person to curl up in front of it and get lost in a book for hours.'

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