How the Angel of Music Got His Wings by Muirin007, literature
Literature
How the Angel of Music Got His Wings
Christine: Oh! I'm so lonely and despondent because my lone parental unit has died, rendering me yet another pitiable example of Victorian orphan-dom. I am going to sit here in my dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst my bosom heaves with my sobs of despair.
Erik: Hush, young woman!
Christine: *gasp* What was that? Who are you?
Erik: It is I, a conveniently disembodied, ethereal voice coming from the general vicinity of your mirror. I noticed you are sitting in your dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst your bosom heaves with your sobs of despair. I wish to--
Christine: *gasp: Oh! It's
Hey, I'm Mikey, I am currently interested in Digital Art, and some animation when the program isn't acting poopy. I hope you like my art. My feet are cold, literally and metaphorically. XD
Hey, I'm Mikey, I am currently interested in Digital Art, and some animation when the program isn't acting poopy. I hope you like my art. My feet are cold, literally and metaphorically. XD