H'okay! I think I've worked this chapter as much as I can. The night is just too long to be stuck in one, so this is going to be called "Dream, Part 1" the same way I had parts 1 and 2 of "How Not to Ignore Problems" on chapters... 21 and 22 I believe they were.

That said, I want to believe it is safe to say that I love this chapter. He was just being really... uh... well, my Phantom has like multiple personalities, he really does. Tonight he was just thrilled, to say the least. I'm not allowed to talk much about what he knows, or thinks or feels all the time because it's a secret, but this is him being thrilled... I hope I have done it to his character's appropriateness.

And if you like the way he's behaving, you can thank Charles for that.



This cutie-pie has had a real effect on He's There for the past few chapters. I just love him. I love how he stares off in space when he's totally taken aback, how he's all gentlemanly but endearingly psycho at the same time. I love Robert too, but the Phantom's been acting like Robert for lots of the story, and now that they are closer, his inner-Charles is coming out. Although... whenever I make him whisper, I hear Robert saying the lines... *melt* He just has that sexy of a voice, I can't help it...

I listened to Strange & Beautiful by Aqualung on repeat while writing some of this. It just gets me in the zone... I hear him... I hear him whispering... x3 I give in... This is totally the Phantom's theme song.

What I liked
It had good lines! I enjoyed writing the dialogue. I thought I slipped in a lot of foreshadowing sort of comments in there from Erik.
The fact that they both ate the bread together. They really aren't an Erik & Christine that are typically polar... This is a small thing that helps her start to realize that more.

What wasn't that great
As usual, I fail at visual description.

Nanowrimo count

35555 / 50000 words. 71% done!

( Chapter 34 - Dream, Pt. 1 )

Favorite Quote(s)

"A large percentage of schizophrenics have no home... For many it's easier than trying to integrate themselves into society."

"...That's not you, is it?"

"Phantoms first."

"Sometimes a mask is... quite transparent once you start on that journey... of getting to know someone... I think you can only trust the people who see you behind it..."

"You shouldn't eat with those," I pointed out, directed at his gloves. I felt terribly motherly after I said it, and wondered how he might react. He paused, mid grab. "...They're just... you know. You've touched a lot of doorknobs with those I'm sure. You could get sick."

He took great entertainment in this. Although he was silent and his face was turned, I knew he was trying very hard not to laugh at me. It was completely... perfectly... wonderful to watch him in this state. I had reached something in him genuinely human. It was like I was laying in his lap again, feeling his heartbeat against the side of my face.

"I think you've underestimated what I offered you ever since we met..."
I laid my hands over his, trying not to tense up, focusing on a blue light far away from there. "I'd like to spoil you, Christine..."