Waking in Paradise ( Christine Daae )

[Raoul de Chagny]

Raoul yawned and ran a hand through his hair, sitting up slightly. He rubbed his eyes but let out a soft, “Ow!” when he accidently bumped his bandaged nose. He then recalled the incident the previous night in which he’d gotten the injury and smiled down at his sleeping wife. He found it difficult to be mad at her even with a bruised nose. They were finally married—he had had every reason to believe that this would never happen. After all, he was nobility, and she was a musician’s daughter. No matter how much he loved her, society should have kept them apart, but he wouldn’t let it.

He remembered not so very long ago how much he’d doubted that she even loved him back, but now there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. She was his wife now, and nothing could keep them apart. He brushed her face lightly and then leaned down and kissed her forehead. It was amazing how much joy it brought him to simply watch her sleep. He still couldn’t believe that the previous day had not been a dream, but it had indeed been real. He couldn’t possibly be happier. The Comte grinned and leaned over again, kissing her cheek and neck lightly.

[Christine Daaé]

The day and the evening before had been hectic at best, but the redeeming qualities made it well worth it, and now the young newlyweds lay there side by side, snuggled up beneath the sheets of the bed in that little hotel room in the only hotel in the village. Christine was normally an early riser, but she was quite exhausted from all of the events and slept soundly that morning, even as her husband rose.

As she slept, she felt a warmth on her forehead, and then on her cheek, her neck... A small smile crept upon her lips and she began to stir at the pleasant feeling. Slowly, she opened her bright blue eyes to see her new spouse beside her. Her initial reaction was one of slight shock, as she was not used to waking up with a man lying there in bed with her. She pressed a hand to her heart and took a few breaths, calming herself and then smiling a little to herself at how unnecessarily startled she had been. However, her smile quickly faded.

Looking at Raoul, she could clearly see his bandaged nose, and felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach. Had she done that? She covered her mouth with both hands and couldn't help her face turning a deep crimson color. “I.... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Are... Are you all right? Does it hurt at all? Oh heaven.... I'm sorry. I just... Oh dear... Is... Is there anything that you need me to get for you? Anything at all? Oh I'm a horrible wife. Oh heaven! Oh heaven...”

Sitting up, she took her hands and began to wring them over and over, curling herself into a ball attempting to keep some warmth in the initial cool autumn air that had penetrated the little room. “I'm so sorry,” she repeated again, over and over. She was fairly certain that wasn't what was supposed to happen on a couple's wedding night...

[Raoul de Chagny]

Raoul’s smile grew wider when his wife awoke. “Good morning, love.” he told her brightly. He couldn’t remember ever being this happy in his entire life, and it seemed as if she was happy as well, since she was smiling. But then her smile faded and a wave of panic passed over him. Had he done something wrong? He was about to ask her if this was the case when she started apologizing to him hysterically. “Dear, please, it’s nothing.” he insisted. “I’m better than I have been in years—I can barely feel this,” he said, indicating his nose, “Because I’m so tremendously happy—thanks to you.”

He listened as she repeated that she was sorry and shook his head before leaning over to silence her with a kiss, but had to pull away as the action did irritate his sore nose. “Ow…” he muttered. “It wasn’t your fault, I should have warned you.” He stated, leaning back onto his pillow and offering her the crook of his arm. “It’s really not that bad. I’m sure it won’t hurt as much once the swelling goes down. I really don’t mind, though. It was an accident.” He couldn’t find any way to be angry with her after the previous night. Then again, he always found it difficult to stay angry with her.

[Christine Daaé]

((just realized this thread takes place on Blondie's birthday since their wedding was the day between their birthdays lol)

Christine pursed her lips together into a wince when her husband gave a mutter of pain about his nose. “I'm so sorry,” she repeated again, reaching out a hand, wanting to assist him, but then swiftly pulling it back again, afraid that she would only end up hurting him more. “Are you sure you're all right? Do you need me to get anything for you? Anything at all?”

She looked down at him as he offered her the crook of his arm and contemplated for a moment whether or not she should accept. After waiting, and listening to him speak, she finally laid back down, accepting the crook of his arm and looked at him apologetically. “I really am sorry....”

[Raoul de Chagny]

( OOC: Gaaah sorry this is late! )

Raoul waved a hand, rubbing his nose. “No, darling, it’s fine.” he managed to say, shaking his head. “It was an accident, don’t fret—please.” he asked her, leaning back onto his pillow. “It’ll heal eventually, and it doesn’t hurt too terribly bad.” He cracked a smile and raised his hand to her cheek tenderly. “What you can do is cheer up—I’ve never been happier in my entire life and it’s all thanks to you.” he murmured honestly.

He sighed in contentment and kissed the top of her head lightly. Battered and bruised nose aside, he felt wonderful—too wonderful to care about his nose or anything else besides his new wife. “Darling, please, it’s alright. Really.” he repeated, raising her hand to his lips reassuringly. “No need to be upset on our first day as husband and wife—and your birthday, I might add.”

[Christine Daaé]

((Oh, no problem! I have no computer right now, so it's fine XDD))

A smile came to the young woman's face when her husband reassured her that he would be fine and then touched her cheek and said that she'd made him happier than he'd ever been before. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, savoring the warmth of his lips on her skin, and then opened them again as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"No, of course not," she said when he said that there was no need for them to be upset on their first full day as husband and wife. She gave a contented sign and rested her head against him. "You know," she said, looking at him, "I don't think I could have asked for a better birthday than this..." She kissed his cheek and then smiled at him warmly. "After all, I get to spend it with you."