The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

MARIUS

Daddy 1

Modern day?

Ok so like Christine Daae

Alexandre

Daddy 2

Erik

The phantom’s name (Daddy 3)

Are these the Gargoyles talking?

Ooooo

Ok so they speak to each other through their minds.

Oh god! Hehehe

Eeeekkk! Hehehehehe

My name is Raphael. I’m here to take you to the opera house.”

Is Raoul in this too???!!!!

Raoul Chagny

Goddamnit

What a dick

Fuckface

Ok so the fire happened in the modern day

Probably a premonition of the gargoyles

Meg

Hopefully she’s useful in this version of TPOTO

“That phantom” oooff

Anne Giry

Meg’s mom?

Badumpssshh

First contact

“This is Tori.

So cute!

What happened? Find out.

Romantic

It was the time of the day where I began to be restless, longing for the freedom of night when I could release myself from stone and finally live again.

Omg its jjust like GARGOYLES!!!!

Hear her voice near to me and see if what moved deep within was real or an echo of a dream we’d buried.

Interesting

Desirée Michaels

Carlotta

He smiled brighter. Much younger than I’d originally thought, he was handsome. Brown hair and green eyes, he was the kind of guy that could sweep you off your feet without a second thought.

DONT FALL FOR IT!!!!

“Though I’m not sure if you should be calling me the angel. Not when Mademoiselle Daniels has the voice of one.”

Yeah, know your place you pos

I blushed, and he took my outstretched hand, lifting it to his lips briefly.

Smooth. Ill give him that much =_=

Even if I wanted to flirt, I didn’t think I could. Not after I’d encountered those guys earlier. Because the feeling in my gut was so visceral in reaction to them that this paled in comparison.

Good shit

But those stories were still rare. Rare enough that in the time we’d been trapped in the opera, I’d only heard of one other mate. I’d never heard of one for multiple Gargoyles at once. What did it mean?

Interesting

“What did I say to you earlier? I won’t—we will not—share you with anyone but the three of us. Understand?”

Oooo. "I…we don't…". I sense some possible possesive fight over Christine between the men.

“She’s mine,” Alex said. “Ours.”

Again with that

“I will fight both of you for the first time in that gorgeous ass.”

Lol

“Seems like the kings have crawled out from their shitty throne. How badly did you fuck up Martin?” A voice came from behind me, and I turned to find my least favorite person—gargoyle—in the world. Callum stood on the stairs with my other least favorite people. Sebastian and Witt.

Bad guys im guessing

While you remain in Paris, you belong to us.

Yes sirs

Christine.

The whispers begiiiinn

I made incredibly sure that I wasn’t touching the walls as I got out and dried myself, dressing in my rehearsal clothes.

I love the whisering through touching the walls concept

“I told my friend Meg. About what you offered.”

Youre fucking stupid…

Down. We wound down through the theatre, lower than the studio level, and further still. Erik was right. We saw no one. But I also had no idea where the fuck we were. The opera house went down this far into the ground?

Omg!!!! Are they going to the lake???!!!

The space was huge—easily as big as the stage upstairs. A big-ass crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, and it was fancier than the one that was in the lobby. Warm sconces shone and created a cozy atmosphere.

So no lake?

“Like the children’s TV show?”

Yyyyyeeeeeesssssssss

I opened my mouth to deny that magic existed. But didn’t I know otherwise? I was from New York. A hundred strange things happened a day in that city that could be considered ‘magic.’

Bruh

“Then I say yes.”

Yes bitch yeeeessss

Mine, mine, mine.

Yess <3

But she’d said yes. So Marius sat with her, pulling her between his legs to sit and took over the icing for her. I didn’t think she noticed that his hand and arm turned to stone to protect him from the cold and to make sure that it didn’t move. He distracted her, pulling her back to his chest and kissing her cheek. A

So romantic!!!

Marius’s hand was beneath my neck like he’d just finished laying me down. “We have to go.” “No,” I said quietly. “Don’t.” “We have to, baby.

Ugh my heart