![]() ![]() “Angel, really––you must stop treating me as an invalid. “We will be there in less than a moment!” she protested, laughing mildly at her companion’s serious expression, at the concern etched across all the visible parts of his severe face. I will not tolerate your becoming ill on my account, just because I allowed your girlish whim of walking to the Opera––” He had come upon her walking in the mild Summer rain, alone and without a cover as she headed for the Opera––following her at several paces behind in a cab, as was his oddly-endearing inclination––and insisted she enter the carriage. ![]() “Erik, I will do no such thing!” she exclaimed, frowning incredulously at the man sitting opposite her in the warm interior of their shared brougham, as it teetered down the uneven cobblestones of the Rue Paix.īut he was already taking off his cloak the luxurious black cashmere swept about his shoulders in a gesture of refined majesty, remarkably contained within the confines of the swaying carriage. Mildly smutty stuff continues under the jump! Very silly fluff (who even am I?) ![]()
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