"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxxHe probably should've praised the girl for her performance, but he wasn't sure his voice would've made it sound like praise. It'd probably sound sarcastic and he didn't want to make her feel he wasn't proud. That wouldn't be very appropriate much less true. At hearing Meg's voice calling for his muse, he smiled to himself and softly, gently echoed her name though the one girl didn't seem to notice. In fact she was oblivious even to the fact that she held a cuteness to her that made her seem childish or like a mouse. That thought brought a soft, silent chuckle from Erik considering he'd had enough experience with such small animals in these walls.
xxxxxIt was nice seeing Christine still keeping up with the first task he'd made her do in the beginning; turn talking to song. Even better was she'd brought little Meg in on the practice. Perhaps this foolish young man wouldn't disrupt his work with her. And there came his protégé with telling the girl of her mysterious teacher. Even though he'd barely made himself known, Christine seemed to know when exactly he was around. It almost made him laugh and panic simultaneously when she told Meg he was here even now. Unortunately, or perhaps it was fortunate, the girl felt the need to tell his muse stories like the ones her father told her about an angel of music couldn't come true. Erik begged to differ on that particular note, at least for Christine. His own story would be on an entirely different level though.
xxxxxHidden in shadow just behind the mirror, one might've laughed at the fact that Erik lightly smacked a hand to his forehead. Damn the viscount! His entirety was throwing him off tonight. He'd forgotten to place the rose he was presently holding. When the knock came, he glanced through the mirror and to the door just in time to see him. The very sight of him made the phantom bristle and his words only made it worse. He was an authoritative man it seemed... And was reminiscing? Oh good Lord! She knew him. His angel was close to him. The more they talked, the man eventually taking to spoken song, just made his mood darken, not to mention that hug she gave him. Well, he just ruined the memory of his and Christine's first lessons. No, it was just him being bitter, jealous even, that the man could be so open. And then it came. The man left no room for arguing about going to dinner with him. How dare he?!
xxxxxAs soon as the fair haired young woman had finished removing that large dress and top corset, a brief wave of bashfulness sweeping over her teacher, Erik had finally decided. Instead of just a rose, the student would get to meet her teacher in person. She would be stolen away from the irritating man's attempts by the opera ghost and come down to his lake. As if the opera house knew of its master's plans, candles swiftly blew out only to be followed by his words. "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph." As irritable as the words came out, Erik was in no mood to mind it right now. Such a short song was now a warning of sorts to his student that his rules would not be disobeyed without some form of punishment. If they were broken, it would end up as he told her some time ago; she'd never hear his voice again. Disobedient students would no longer have special training from a master of the arts. Depressing as the thought was, he would once again learn how to live in loneliness if it came down to it. He'd probably die alone down by his glassy lake anyways.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 12:04 am
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
The room seemed to shake with her Angel's booming voice, her hand instantly reaching for the knot holding her robe closed and the other grasping the doorknob. She held onto it, not turning as her eyes turned upwards towards the ceiling. The room was so dark, and cold so suddenly. She hadn't expected this, although in retrospect, it was silly not to. He had to be somewhere, she knew. He was always close. However, his words shamed her. She shouldn't have let Raoul dominate her choices. "Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side. Guide me!" Christine lowered her eyes, her shame on her face. "Angel, my soul was weak. Forgive me. Enter at last, master." Christine started walking further into the room, her slippers clicking softly on the hard wooden floor. She distantly heard her childhood sweetheart's shoes coming down the hallway, coming to fetch her. It didn't really catch her attention. She was far too busy trying to locate the position of her teacher's voice. He had to be here. He always was.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxxIt only took a moment for the words to strike the girl before she felt what was most likely shame for allowing Raoul to make her decisions for her. Then again, wasn't Erik kind of doing the same? Ugh. Now he felt bad. She didn't deserve such irritability directed towards her. Softening his tone considerably, he responded to her words of shame. "Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!" As the words passed his lips, the woman's gaze having been downcast when he'd silently opened the path through the mirror and allowed his shape to appear amidst the gloom and mist surrounding his legs, he held his hand out before him so as to take her hand in his own. He could hear the other man drawing nearer and it was making him nervous.
xxxxx"I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music," he hummed softly though it was mostly actually him just trying to keep calm. She'd follow her master's words to a tee. There was no doubt she'd come to him. But he was a handsome man that could give her the world. All Erik could really do is teach her the arts, help her take her rightful place on a stage. Once she learned all she could from him, found out the truth about him, she'd leave without so much as glancing back. No. He was just thinking negatively. Christine wouldn't just abandon him. Think positively. Not seeing Christine react to the doorknob rattling and Raoul's voice coming from the other side, he urged her as gently as he possibly could without making it seem like he was trying to rush her into obeying him. "I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music." Why did it sound like he was trying to hypnotize her into follow him?
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Quick question. When it comes to the Music of the Night, do you want me to use Gerard Butler's version or Michael Crawford's version? They differ lyrically.
Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:52 am
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
Spying a figure in the mirror, she was mesmerized by his appearance. Her steps were slow, deliberate, her gaze unfaltering. The mystery amazed her, and she walked towards it. The doorknob rattled behind her, her name called from the other side of the door. She paused as she was called for, looking over her shoulder. Christine was torn, wishing both to catch up with an old friend and to finally meet her angel face to face. This choice she was about to make, it was more important than singing onstage that first time. She knew it would change something, although she didn't know what. But still, who was the right choice: Raoul? Or the Phantom of the Opera? "Christine!" cried Raoul. "Who is that? Whose voice is that in there?" he asked, shaking the door again. He knew he heard a man inside. He had to get to her! He had to protect her! Christine looked to the ground, then to the mirror. She knew what she should do, but ignored it. She was going to do what she wanted. Wordlessly, she continued to the mirror, reaching her hand out to slid into his and follow him deep into the darkness.
...and of nothing.
Dantes_river
I adore both, but let's stick with the original, Michael Crawford version.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxxThere came a brief moment when Christine glanced back to the door, a brief pause in time that Erik believed she would actually leave, but she continued on to her master. As her hand settled down onto his, the phantom gently grasped it into his own and began leading her down the hidden passages he traversed so often. Once she was with him in that secret playground of his, the mirror slid quietly back into place. His fears were placed on a back burner for the night and he'd get to be a little more open with the young woman he'd been tutoring for the past five years. At least then the most he could truly hate Raoul for was his appearance and ability to move about in the world outside of the shadows. Unfortunately for Viscount Raoul de Chagny, the very shadows he turned a blind eye to had the most beautiful things hidden within.
xxxxxMaintaining a pace the blonde female could keep up with in her slippers without slipping on the damp stone flooring, Erik kept her hand in his the entire time, his golden eyes flickering back to check on her often in the small flickering candlelight set upon the walls every so many feet apart. He'd never endanger her unlike others. She was different from that of mankind. At least that's what he wanted to believe. Her future would most likely hold children as beautiful and talented as she, if she ever had children that is.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Good. I was leaning more towards that version, but I didn't want to throw you off.
Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 8:48 pm
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
The woman followed, the cold of the hidden passage reaching through her thin robe and touching her skin. Goosebumps rose, but she barely noticed. Her eyes remained on the figure who led her carefully deeper and deeper into the dark, dank underground of the Opera Populaire. Distantly, she still heard Raoul attempting to make his way into the room, but she didn't care. She kept her pace, music running through her veins as she sang her thoughts aloud.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came," she sand, stepping carefully over a jutting stone as her eyes never faltered in their stare. "That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind." Christine caught her breathe as they stepped down a stairwell, realizing how far she was going from her safe-haven, from her friends and fans. She had already come so far. Could she turn back still? But then she saw his eyes look back to her, such care in them as he ensured that she was walking without issue, his warm hand holding hers, and her fears quieted. Her Angel, this Phantom of the Opera, he wouldn't hurt her. He would protect her.
...and of nothing.
Dantes_river
Nah man, it's cool. So long as it doesn't turn into Hotline Bling halfway through.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxxHearing the words ever so clearly, Erik was almost taken aback at having her initiate their little singalong ritual. The tune was similar to a previous one, but the words were different, almost like a subconscious thought bringing itself to the surface in a state of hypnosis. As usual for him, however, the words came to him as fluid as a stream. "Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind," he responded smoothly after a few brief moments of quiet. It was at the end of his words that they reached a small boat settled upon a thick fog lingering over the surface of a tunnel of water, bits of firelight still visible so as to light the way.
xxxxxHaving carefully set foot in the boat to steady it, his hand still never leaving hers so as to be comforting in a way, it became clear that this was the next step into her getting to meet and know the angel she was so fond of. It was also the best way to keep young Christine far from that fair haired man seeking to steal her away. The two angels of music, one from Heaven and the other from Hell, needed each other and no one would understand this. Not even someone so close as a childhood sweetheart could ever understand their connection. Sure, there were a few loose strands he was working on with her about, but they had reached a point in which they seemed to share the same wavelength; a sensitivity to each other that made the two halves of two different people become one whole entity.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Hotline what? 0.o
Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 12:13 pm
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
His words flowed through her, touching her soul as they always did. Her mind was empty for nothing but him, his power over her as strong as ever. He controlled her, for lack of a better phrase, although it was likely that this was the last thing he ever wanted to do. Or maybe it wasn't. She didn't know. All she knew was that she depended solely on he, her Angel of Music, to know what to do with her life. The fog was so thick, she could see scarce else but her Angel. It seemed to her that this was the same as her life up above.
Christine followed him into the boat, her slippered feet stepping inside before she seated herself. Her robe clung tightly to her flesh, her free hand holding on to the side of the boat. She glanced out to the glassy lake, spying the endless, deep water. She could swim like a guppy, as her father always said, but she felt no need to fall into the cold water, no need to escape. Looking up to him, she responded to his words. "Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear," she sang, her hand moving to touch her own face. "Your spirit and my voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind." She distantly recalled a time before all of this, before she knew her beloved Angel. Had she ever truly thought for herself? Christine gazed up at the Phantom, her eyes tracing his features. The mask, it hid some part of him, but what was left to be seen was handsome, beautiful even. He was tall, much taller than she, maybe even taller than Raoul, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of this underground world. She wished to touch him, to feel what was hidden from her, to run her hands over the sinewy body she sensed beneath his clothes and his cape. He was powerful and astounding, just as she'd always known he would be.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxx Listening to the words sung in the gloom, Erik started feeling that he'd somehow planted himself a little too firmly in the woman. She'd already come to the conclusion that she was the mask he wore, the face to put with the music he wrote. "It's me they hear," he sang in blunt honesty before combining their words into a single moment. They were indeed close to being on the exact same level, but there were still concerns, uncertainties, settled deep within him that made part of him wonder if he should've taken her down to his lair like this. "My spirit and your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind." Using the long pole to guide the small boat down the waterways, he took a moment to take a breath and briefly grip the pole a bit tighter. Beware the Phantom of the Opera, right?
xxxxx"In all your fantasies, you always knew that man and mystery," he breathed out while attempting to continue ignoring the fact that she touched the side of her face where he wore his mask after speaking of being exactly that. And now his concerns for her curiosity were pinging up in the back of his mind once again, but he couldn't exactly turn back now. Christine would never trust Erik's word again. He'd promised to meet her face-to-face for the very first time since their lessons began. "And in this labyrinth where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is there..." His words drifted off there from his mind and pulse racing in unison, both nervous over such a simple thing. Where he'd chosen they'd meet, even if she did manage to discover the truth about him, she wouldn't draw too much attention. He was, in all truth, just as mortal a man as Raoul. The thought made his stomach churn and so he requested, in a roundabout way, for the one distraction that put him most at ease. "Sing, my Angel of Music."
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Oh. I was confused for a minute there, but now it makes sense.
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:28 pm
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
Christine looked around, the glassy lake beneath them barely seeming to ripple as he pushed them along. Maybe it was just her imagination or their echoes, but she could've sworn she heard voices singing along, her bones chilled as they carried on. She was still frightened, of course, and would be afraid for quite some time, but remained calm as much as she could. She couldn't let herself be shaken. Otherwise, he might change his mind and bring her back. She wanted this more than anything, to see her master face-to-face and see the man who had been with her ever since she lost her beloved father.
She glanced back to the man as he sang, not being able to see much else other than his strong figure. now that she was seated, he seemed to be even more massive than before. This great, hulking giant had been her protector for so long. "Were both in you," she replied to his words, shifting in her seat in her attempt to better see him. She wanted to catch one more glimpse of that handsome face, those haunting eyes, that graceful mouth. "And in this labyrinth where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind." Christine kept her eyes on him, nodding once at his request. "He's there, the Phantom of the Opera. Ah!" She began to vocalize, utilizing and adapting off of her former warm-up that he had her do every day during practice when he was teaching her octaves. She went higher and higher, each note clear and perfect in the echoing cave, vibrating around her as he commanded her to sing, sing, sing for him, until finally the boat stopped.
Stepping out of the boat, the young woman suppressed the urge to look around, keeping her eyes on her master. She panted from her exercise, one hand inching to touch her throat. That last note, she'd never hit it before. They'd tried once before, but she hadn't been able to. It strained her far too much. But tonight, it was as though she had no limits. The note came easily, and she knew it was all because of him, all for him, her most beloved Angel.
...and of nothing.
Dantes_river
Yeah, sorry, I'm kinda a total dork emotion_kirakira
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxx Christine complied to his request, starting off with a simple sentence and then extending a simple syllable albeit with different ranges. Having her hit the note she'd struggled with for some time both took him by surprise and made him very happy, very proud. Christine's vocals were maturing to the beauty underneath that dark cloud she'd once held over her head. After helping her to land once more, a far more vast amount of candles of varying heights scattered about, he stepped up as well, his voice clear and smooth in the brighter area that was where the phantom dwelled. "I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne, to this kingdom where all must homage to music, music. You have come here for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me to serve me, to sing, for my music, my music..." To his words, he made a slight gesture with his hand at his dwellings almost as if saying this, if not the entire opera house, was where her teacher wrote his music.
xxxxxTaking a moment to carefully step around the blonde, the darkly clad man took a slow breath to steady his nerves though what part of his face showed in the light, golden eyes flickering with the flames every now and again, never exposed how nervous he truly was. He was a brick wall. He would be like this opera house; still standing even if only at the foundation. He just needed to remind himself of this on occasion. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses helpless to resist the notes I write for I compose the music of the night. Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Hearing is believing, music is deceiving, hard as lightning, soft as candlelight. Dare you trust the music of the night? Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth and the truth isn't what you want to see. In the dark it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be," he started off slowly and a bit softer, his eyes closing ever so briefly almost as if reminiscing his life in the dark. This was definitely something he felt the strongest about and within the words lay his strongest desire. Whether the truth about his intentions were clear or not would be a different story.
xxxxxSwiftly turning turning on his heel to face Christine far more straight on, Erik gently caressed her cheek with the lightest of smiles gracing his lips. "Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight; the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes and let music set you free. Only then can you belong to me," he continued in a gently honest manner though he withdrew his hand and stepped back slightly, a vague hint of his own shame peeking through ever so slightly. He was able to push it back down as swiftly as he traversed this large playground of his while quickly removing his cape and hanging it carefully upon a stool seated before a piano holding incomplete sheet music. As he came closer to the conclusion, his hand slowly moved to the tune similar to that of a conductor and illustrating a point. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin. Let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write, the power of the music of the night! You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night."
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Nah. I just don't listen to a lot of today's music much less that genre. Call me weird, but I prefer classical and "oldies" better than most of what's played now.
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 12:51 am
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
She stood in place, gazing at him as he sang, her eyes following him at every move. She daren't move herself, afraid that if she did, the dizzy feeling in her stomach would grow and she would faint. This was everything she'd ever wanted, albeit a bit darker than she expected. She was finally in the presence of her master, the Angel of Music, and he was every bit as handsome as she knew he would be. However, the mask... It was new. He wished to hide some part of himself. Maybe he was famous and on the run? Oh, she didn't know. She tried not to speculate. She would only make herself look silly. Christine's thoughts soon died, however, as he began to sing to her. This was different than on the journey here and from her lessons. His tone, as clear and perfect as usual, was fuller and more emotional. The Angel's words echoed in her mind. He was lonely, she finally realized. This world that he was showing her was all that he had, and he was sharing it with her. The thought alone made her close to tears and desire nothing more than to hold him in her arms.
As he gestured to his home, she allowed herself to look around, marveling at the candles and the great lake. She had been wary of it at first, but it was truly beautiful. In its own way, everything about her beloved was beautiful. She looked back to him, turning to keep facing him as he walked around her. Those words, they hit deep within her. Music was always something in her life that she'd loved, a living, breathing entity that walked alongside her and protected her from life's miseries and pain. She'd been so alone after Father died, but her Angel had saved her. He was Music. Maybe that was why she felt so connected to him, so unafraid to touch him.
Just then, he touched her cheek, and it was as if her flesh was on fire. Christine's eyes slid closed, the burning flame of his touch warming her entire body. When he drew his hand away, it was like plunging into a tank of ice water. She opened her eyes, her feet stepping towards him. She wished to touch him, just once more. Taking careful steps, she slowly moved towards him, wishing to be near him even if only a little. His voice was intoxicating, she thought, slowly lowering herself to be seated on one of the steps, one hand raised towards him. "Master," she breathed, before reluctantly lowering her hand. This was the most he'd ever touched her. She wasn't going to push it too much. "Master, I find myself unable to believe that this is all real." She looked around the underground lair, her long, thick blonde curls the only thing keeping her shoulders warm. "This lake, this world, you." Christine looked back to him, her eyes warm at the sight of him. "It's all as if right out of a dream. But it isn't a dream, is it?" If it was, it was a very convincing one.
...and of nothing.
Dantes_river
No, it's fine, I'm right with you. I was raised with musicals and classical, so that's pretty much my life.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxx She never moved, merely watched almost as if she were entranced by his every movement, his every word. After he'd finished his song, Erik was a little worried about her hand being outstretched to him until she pulled it away. It was comforting in a way to not have her doing that, but at the same time, it hurt. "A dream, eh? Well, reality has its moments when there are places, things and even people that are so amazing it seems unreal. But this, this is real and this," he responded softly while glancing around his dwellings. It definitely wasn't the brightest of places, not even the driest, but it was home. Turning his gaze downcast, he lightly tapped the palm of his hand against his hip a couple of times. "This is the home I've known the longest. It's my home."
xxxxxHaving said that, Erik returned his gaze to Christine and smiled ever so faintly as he lowered himself to her level. Picking her up bridal style, he carried her a little further onto land before setting her back down on his bed. "Warmer," he asked while moving a chair a little closer with his foot and seating himself. It was still pretty nerve wracking having her here, but he was a little more at ease now that he was here and she showed the same ease just at being here. It also made him feel a little better about having lured her down here into the cold, dank dark by having her in the warmest place down here; his room.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 12:55 am
♫Christine Daaé♫
Little Lottie dreams of everything...
She followed his gaze, a small smile on her face. So this was really his home, where he'd been for so long, where he'd hidden after teaching her. Christine looked to her Angel, her blue eyes bright with kindness and adoration. "I like it," she said. Sure it was dark, damp, and she was definitely certain that she'd seen a couple mice on the journey down here, but she still definitely liked it. It was comforting, knowing that she was in a place that her beloved teacher spent his time, and that he was beside her. She set her hands on her lap, the left gracefully resting over the right, watching him move closer.
"Oh!" Christine let out a small cry as she was lifted, her arms moving around his neck. Her hands clasped against his neck, the coldness of her fingers feeling the warmth of his flesh. A blush grew in her cheeks, and her eyes stared at his, tracing over the mask and taking in the much better sight of his truly handsome features. She wondered again what lay under the mask, and although she itched to pull it off, her hands remained in place until he set her down, reluctantly separating. She knew this was his bed. It smelled like him, musty and masculine with the faintest hint of ink and roses. She loved it, she admitted in her mind, her hands slowly moving over the thick blankets before pulling one closer to warm herself. Christine looked to his position, awkwardly looking down at the floor before scooting closer to him. She leaned over a little, reaching a hand towards him. She couldn't touch him before, but she was much closer now. She could touch him if she wanted. "I never got to ask, but did I do well tonight? Did you enjoy the show?" she asked, relatively certain that she did alright. However, his standards were different than that of the crowd's. If she made a mistake, she knew he would tell her and help her correct it. She could always trust him to tell her the truth. She could always trust him, period. In fact, he was the only person in the Opera Populaire that she found trustworthy. That was probably one of the reasons she cared for him so deeply.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."
xxxxx Her hands were cold against his own skin when he carried her, no surprise, but now that she was in a slightly warmer location with his blankets, there was no real fear she'd try anything she shouldn't. Now that she was comfortable amidst his blankets likely smelling of roses, ink and the surrounding candles, he nodded slightly at her question before carefully removing the rose tucked away. "You did very well, Christine. I apologize for not giving you this sooner for such a spectacular performance," he purred while spinning it briefly in his hand before extending it out to the girl. Amazing how music and words usually flowed so freely from him and yet he was drawing a blank besides the two different stories of why; Raoul worried him or he wished to give it to her personally. Neither was a true lie, but it was more true that it'd slipped his mind during the brief visit from a little green eyed monster. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was your best performance yet. Even better, you were quite popular with the audience as I said you would be. La Carlotta could never hold a flame to you. She would do well in a different setting, but not here."
xxxxxBrushing a hair out of the side of his face uncovered by the mask, he gave a light smile before setting his foot on the edge of his seat and his chin upon his knee. "It's good to see you're getting warmer," he faintly teased only to gently take the girl's hand into his own. Closing his eyes for a moment just to take in a breath and smile in content, he shifted their hands to where their fingers became intertwined. "This does seem as if it were a dream though, to be honest. It's felt like a dream since we first came together, two broken souls needing to become whole once more. In a way, we're two sides of the same coin. That's precisely why we mesh so well together. Perhaps that's just my own personal opinion, but it is how I feel." Feeling his smile shrink back down a bit, he released her hand and let it return to his lap. And there was that fear creeping back in. Would she fear him as all else had if she knew? She'd leave... She'd most definitely leave if she knew.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."
Mayah Playah
Sorry. Writer's block. I should be able to post around 08:00 to 09:00 Eastern time alongside 19:00 to 20:15 on Mondays and Wednesday-Saturday. Sunday and Tuesday will be between 18:00 to 08:00.
