He glances down at her throat as she gasps, that playful look turning dangerous briefly as he waits for noise, but it that scream never sounds. Still, this close to her he plays the part of baleful phantom, glaring at her victimized face.
She raises her hands to ward him off, and then the look from him turns dark, angry. He was a monster, no question, but he was not Buquet. He did not fully understand the concept of pity, but seeing her in such a state frustrated him now. She had never been kind to him, but neither had she been the prying sort in her short tenure.
"Do not make the Phantom regret this." He growls, his mask never moving, as if he had never spoken but the words are clear, like they had been whispered not an inch from her ear.
A gloved hand reaches out, palm up and offering for her own. His eyes glance about them, even in this secluded corner there is risk of discovery. The stage will be coming to a stop shortly for an interlude, and if he is going to take her from the backstage area he had to move soon.
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Date: 2016-05-12 02:26 am (UTC)She raises her hands to ward him off, and then the look from him turns dark, angry. He was a monster, no question, but he was not Buquet. He did not fully understand the concept of pity, but seeing her in such a state frustrated him now. She had never been kind to him, but neither had she been the prying sort in her short tenure.
"Do not make the Phantom regret this." He growls, his mask never moving, as if he had never spoken but the words are clear, like they had been whispered not an inch from her ear.
A gloved hand reaches out, palm up and offering for her own. His eyes glance about them, even in this secluded corner there is risk of discovery. The stage will be coming to a stop shortly for an interlude, and if he is going to take her from the backstage area he had to move soon.