…and P. de St. V. wrote to understand the change that has come over Daae, it must be supposed that she has just discovered love for the first time! I am perhaps being indiscreet’, he went on, ‘but only love could bring about such a miracle, so overwhelming a transformation.
are you trying
'Here I am, Erik,' she said. 'I'm ready It's you who are late, not I.'
[…] Christine’s face lit up. A happy smile settled on her bloodless lips, a smile such as ill patients smile when they begin to hope that the sickness that struck them down will not carry them off.
to tell me
'I believe Christine really loves him!…Everything points to it. But that's not my main concern. What I'm not sure of is whether the man Christine loves is worthy of her!'
'You must let me be the judge of that, sir!' said Christine
'Then why are telling me all this?…You love him, it's obvious! Your fear, your terror, it's just another sort of love, the most delectable kind, a kind that you won't admit to,' Raoul explained bitterly
or I am just
'You're afraid of him… but do you love me?…If Erik was handsome, Christine, would you love me?'
'How can you say that?…Why tempt fate?… Why ask me things I keep hidden deep in my heart, where people always hide their sins?'
'Be careful, Christine, you're turning him back into a spirit.'
'He's no spirit. He's a man who belongs to heaven and earth, nothing more.'
[…] as I knelt before her, I heard her say: “Poor, unhappy Erik!” and she took me by the hand!
poetraoul: You asked for headcanon here is headcanon: Raoul is afraid to talk about the stories Christine's father used to tell them because he thinks it will upset her, but one day after they've been married and had a child for a few years, Raoul is putting their kid to bed and Christine overhears him telling one of the stories, practically word-for-word. She had never brought them up because she imagined he had forgotten them. She sits outside the bedroom door and listens.