𝐧𝐨 , 𝐧𝐨 , 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. not when he just found her again. he didn’t know this tutor of hers , this angel of music , but he didn’t have to. any man who attempts to manipulate the poor , beaten down heart of the only woman he will ever love is a VILLAIN. ‘ I refuse to be afraid of this man , christine. if he wishes to quarrel then he will face me man to man. if I must die for you , then I will !!! ’ it is only at this point that the vicomte realises his voice is raised , his fists clenched so tightly that his nails are digging into his hands. almost instantly he relaxes --- his foe may drive him to the point of unbridled anger but he will not allow christine to be witness to that. god knows she’s doing enough for them as it is by agreeing to be in don juan triumphant. slowly he sinks down until he kneels by her as she sits in her chair , his hand wrapping around hers. ‘ forgive me , I --- I can’t bear to leave you alone in this place. the thought of what might happen to you --- I can’t lose you christine. I’m nothing without you. ’ @mindblindly / x.
