Re: Christine - For Erik
How little she understood that the pageantry had never meant to be about himself, but about the one who rescued him. His eyes gentled. Of course she wouldn't assume. His golden voiced angel was too perfect to be tainted by the limelight; she shone within it instead.
"It was for you," he said, black-gloved fingers pressing away the springy brown curls that fell across the left side of her face. "So everyone would see you and know the angel who turned away Death."
The gala was in full swing. The dancing had begun again. He gestured toward the floor, then. "If my angel will honor me..." he began, dropping his hand elegantly from the swing of it.
There were other faces he knew and some that he did not. But in this moment, the only one he cared for was hers.