Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Feb 20, 2013 0:05:54 GMT -5
Roselin was about to tell Carlotta about the several kisses she had caught sight of, especially the very awkward dude on dude kiss but then saw Lenoir go up to claim his present. She then began to bit her lip, then grinned wildly, barely able to contain her assignment as he was finally able to reveal what he was to get this Christmas!
A golden rose dagger. She remembered her father, before her mother died, looking at it with such love that her mother nearly thought the dagger had put some sort of spell on her father. Which of course had become a few favorite stories that her brother would tell. The year before she died, she asked the antique seller to put it on hold for her. When Christmas was approaching, Roselin had wondered about the long forgotten dagger, though the antique seller had not.
And now, here the dagger rested in Lenoir's hands. Roselin had asked if it was still there, and to her excitement, it was. The seller knew of her situation and with the upcoming holiday, gave it to her for free, and commented that he should have given it to her mother before she passed. Roselin then began to walk to Lenoir... then it had some how began a gallop that turned into a sort of tackle (AKA: GLOMP) that could have nearly toppled Lenoir over but also made sure the dagger wouldn't fling away and hurt someone. "It was me Erik! I really hope you like it." She said, her smile more than a thousand miles wide. This feeling, the dagger... it almost felt like she had given it to her father.
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Claude Delacroix
Did you really think that we would ever let you go?
All that you love shall become shadow. All that you see shall become death.
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Post by Claude Delacroix on Feb 21, 2013 17:47:04 GMT -5
Claude had moved away so that he was concealed within the shadows of the room. But as he watched Lenoir unwrap his gift, he looked to Teressa and saw that she seemed uneasy upon seeing the dagger the phantom had received. He moved towards her.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, cautiously reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. His eyes were soft and he felt a tinge of something- pity, perhaps?- for Teressa. She seemed distraught and he longed to comfort her... Perhaps this was his moment. He moved closer and extended his hand for her to take. He looked over and wondered if Destler had noticed yet. He smirked inwardly to himself; it must sting, certainly, to see Him with his beloved.
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destler
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Everyone dies. I only choose the time and place for a few.
and yet... you blame me
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Post by destler on Feb 22, 2013 17:13:06 GMT -5
He had been watching the various exchanges of gifts and words between the gathered people in the room. The festive feeling was high and yet, he didn't feel all that festive at all. A bit torn, and it showed, when it came to Teressa. He adored her beyond measure. Flustered though he tried to restrain himself. Despite it all, she seemed so distant. She barely even gave him a thought! He was there for her when she needed him most! He claimed her! And now... she shunned him?!? It ripped at him! Though it was perfect enough to work harder to win her over. He'd find a way.
He noticed her reaction when Lenoir opened his gift. It caused a smirk to curl the corner of his mouth. Oh, what a perfect opportunity! Lenoir had just made another strike against him! At least he had learned so easily before Teressa's fear, he even used it against her the first moment they met! But since then, he's reconciled NOT to use such a weapon around her. Perhaps he could help release her from such a terrible fear. Among other surprises he hoped to bestow upon her.
Sneering as he caught sight of Claude slipping in on his territory now. Not only did he have to contend with Lenoir, but now Claude?!? This was going to be a hellish battle - no pun intended - to win Teressa's heart and hand. He was bound and determined to possess her though. Moving towards Teressa, he would NOT let Claude take this opportunity. "No. She's not," Hissing at Claude, glaring at the Devil while his hands came to slide so smoothly and slowly to cover her shoulders in a very clear way to remove Claude's touch from Teressa's shoulder, a clear statement of 'she's mine! stay away!'. Yes, this will be an incredible challenge between he and the Devil once again! A greater challenge to battle two men for Teressa's attention rather than just one.
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Feb 22, 2013 20:35:12 GMT -5
Erik was so delighted with the beautiful dagger, and then when he discovered it was from his beloved little Roselin, his adopted daughter, at least while she lived at the mansion. She ran at him , and he thought she was going to jump on him for a moment, but she didn't . She hugged him and he bent down a bit to hug her back. "That is the loveliest gift I could wish for, Roselin. Not only does it remind me of roses, which I dearly love, but of you, for it is a gift from a girl with the name of Roselin. How appropriate. I do find it hard to believe that anyone sold a young girl a dagger though. However, I shan't worry about that. Perhaps some time I shall show you how to use a dagger and get you one of your own. In a few years though, when you are older." The words said to Roselin were quiet and only said to her. Then he turned to the others in the room and announced, "This is a wonderful gift from one of my favourite girls at the mansion." He smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
He knew his gift had not been given yet, and it should have been given before he received his. He excused himself from Roselin and made his way over to King Will. He whispered a moment in his ear concerning his gift.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Feb 22, 2013 20:58:20 GMT -5
“It was awfully kind of you to think of me.” Raoul commented, looking back at her with a smile as he slowed his walking. “I think—well, I hope that you’ll like my gift.” His courage nearly deserted him again, but he shoved the fear from his mind as forcefully as he could. He just needed to grow a spine and go through with it. And when it was over, if all went well, he would be happily engaged to whom he was convinced was the love of his life. He didn’t let the alternative seep into his brain.
The nobleman nodded. “Yes, yes it does. My work keeps me busy but I am grateful that I no longer have to pore over books. It was frightfully dull being a student. Now I feel as if I’m doing something worthwhile. I know brother doesn’t like me working but it makes me happy. I feel more…content than I did simply sitting on my inheritance—when I had an inheritance.” He chuckled a little to ease the tension, and that was when he realized he was shaking. He clenched his fists to stop the shaking and then, thinking she would notice, stuffed his fists in his pockets as they walked.
His mind buzzed as he tried to think of what he wanted to say next. He had considered dozens of possibilities—song since she was so fond of music, poetry which frankly he was no good at, having someone else sing before asking the question—but he had settled on simply confessing his love for her once again and then begging for her hand in marriage. It had been done by many a man of the human race—obviously—but when he thought about asking the question, he froze up and lost all the gumption he had thought he’d had.
He was shaken abruptly out of his thoughts when Christine asked where they were going. Fearing she was getting impatient, he blurted, “I love you,” before his cheeks reddened and he fell silent. He cleared his throat, trying again. “I’m not a vain man—I at least, don’t wish to be…” He blinked and shook his head before continuing, “I never wished for my circumstances. Riches never really made me happy—as I told you, my work has made me content…but I’ve always felt as though something was missing. I decided that what I wanted more than anything was a steady income, a home, a-and to married to a fine woman.” He swallowed and then withdrew the velvet box from his pocket. His eyes locked with hers and he grew more confident, standing to his full height. “You’ve lived your life, and I lived mine, and now, it’s time we started living them together.” He knelt down before her and opened the box. “Christine Daaé, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Feb 23, 2013 23:04:36 GMT -5
The two walked along for a while. Raoul began to slow down a little, and Christine slowed with him, following his lead. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll like yours too…” She listened as he spoke about how tedious his coursework had been taking was… She truly believed it was tedious the way he spoke of it. With how much time it seemed to keep him away, it must be difficult. She smiled though when he said that the work made him happy.
“I’m glad to hear it… I’m sure Max will be glad too! He’s missed you,” she said, adding the last part with a little bit of a chuckle. She’d been feeding and taking care of Max the past few months while Raoul was busy. She didn’t mind, really. She quite liked the dog – in fact, she was the one who had named him and convinced Raoul that he should stay there in the Manor.
She noticed he was shaking and her smile faded a little as she looked down at his arm. “What’s the matter?” she asked him. “Are you cold at all? We could try to find someplace a bit warmer to walk. The halls are a bit chilly, after all…”
Christine could not help but to jump a bit at his next statement, as he blurted out the words ‘I love you!’ to her. It wasn’t because she was frightened by it at all (after all, she knew that he did indeed love her), but the timing was simply so unexpected that it had caught her off guard. He blushed, at which Christine couldn’t help but to let out a small chortle and raised an eyebrow, looking at him. “I love you too? Raoul, what’s gotten into you? You seem a bit… different tonight. Are you feeling okay?”
He seemed almost dazed for a moment when he paused, blinking and shaking his head. She reaches up and pressed a hand to his forehead, as if trying to check whether or not he had a temperature. He certainly was acting oddly, so maybe it was because he was sick? He didn’t feel warm… She drew her hand away, still looking him over oddly as he continued to speak.
She tilted his head a little as he began to speak – what on earth was he talking about? – but then her head leveled out and her expression began to soften as he continued on… …what I wanted more than anything was a steady income, a home, a-and to married to a fine woman. Her eyes were fixed upon his as he spoke, so much actually, that she did not notice the tiny velvet box that he had pulled from his pocket.
With his next words, however she was made to notice it, for he knelt down before her and opened the little box and said these words: Christine Daaé, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
For a moment, the normally talkative young woman was utterly speechless. It certainly wasn’t a question she’d expected him to ask her any time soon… Sure she’d thought it might have happened at one point, but that was several months ago, when she’d first come here, right after the time they’d shared on the rooftop back in Paris, but now… Now he’d been away so often, she’d thought that… well… that maybe he’d just been trying to comfort her after she’d been so frightened by seeing a man hanging on the stage.
One love… one lifetime… That was what he’d told her, but until this moment, she had never been entirely sure what all that would entail. She raised her fingers to her lips, mouth slightly agape, and looked at the ring in the little velvet box, then she looked back at him, their eyes meeting again. Slowly, her lips spread into a smile and tears began to form in her eyes… and she began to nod.
“Yes,” she replied, softly at first. Then she nodded more, her smile widening and her tears flowing freely. “Yes!” She crouched down so that she was level with him and went as if to take his hands in her own, but since he was still holding the ring box, she instead weaved around so that she could rest her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Yes…” she said one more time, burying her face in his neck.
“Oh… Oh dear… Was this your gift? Well now I feel completely stupid giving you mine,” she chuckled “I… I was going to give you some clip-on ties… you know, so… so that you wouldn’t have to worry about tying them crooked… speaking of which,” she said with a still tearful giggle, and she began straightening his tie. “There. Oh Raoul…”
She buried her face in his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, sobbing and smiling all at once. She wrapped her arms around him again, knocking the thick glasses off of his face in the process, and giving him a tight squeeze “I love you…”
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Feb 24, 2013 1:43:40 GMT -5
Roselin smiled greatly when Lenoir seemed to love his gift, even though he was a little confused why she had been 'sold' the dagger. He then said that he might even show her how to use a dagger and even have one when she was older! She giggled with glee, filled with utter happiness. "I am so glad you like it! Oh I would love to learn how to use a dagger! And of course later I can tell you it's little back story."
Lenoir then let her go and went to speak to someone, though she didn't watch to see who. Roselin was just as happy as could be! Truth be told, getting a present wasn't as exhilarating as seeing the love in the faces of the ones you give to! Though, they were tough competitors. She then realized she was allowed to look for her present now. And as she glanced around the still many unwrapped boxes left, she thought she saw her name. Roselin took a double take and then realized there was her name on box with light blue wrapping paper and a blue bow.
Roselin excitedly and almost nervously picked up the gift. And as much as she wanted to take off the wrapping and bow carefully so that it stayed together, she could not. Her childish eagerness for Christmas refused to cooperate and she ended up ripping off the wrapping bow in 10 seconds tops. Then a box was revealed. Her eyes were wide and filled with wonder. It had a sort of soft gold and black exterior. She then found a little golden latch. Practically dancing about in her spot, she undid the latch and slowly opened the box. There, standing upon a black velvet platform, in front of a mirror that had trees with dawning light pained on around it, was a dancer.
A beautiful little ballerina had began to twirl and no sooner had she opened the box that a beautiful little melody began. Of course, she had recognized the music almost automatically, it was Swan Lake. She had only listened to that music a thousand times before. It was beautiful. Roselin then had almost failed to notice the note in the box. She picked it up and read it, keeping the music box in her other hand and kept it close to her heart. She read it aloud, though more towards herself. "Dearest Roselin, This is only but a part of your gift. Report to the Opera House at Seven o'Clock this evening for the rest of it. I sincerely hope you're having a wonderful holiday." Roselin smiled and took another long and adoring look at the wonderful gift. "Who gave me this beautiful present?" She asked loudly enough for anyone to hear, sounding overwhelmingly happy.
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Raoul Christophe de Chagny
I?m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Love me, that's all I ask of you
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Feb 24, 2013 2:23:07 GMT -5
He knelt there trembling for a few moments, his eyes locked with hers. It was so silent Raoul could swear it would be easy to hear a pin drop. He could certainly hear his heart pounding incessantly in his ears. This was a bad idea, I knew it was a bad idea… He should have waited. He was about to apologize for embarrassing himself and putting her on the spot when she finally answered. “You…you will? Oh God…” He felt like he was going to fall over from being so overcome with joy. His agape mouth twisted itself into a schoolboy grin, and he dropped the ring box by accident when she flung her arms around him.
He embraced her tightly and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. He laughed a little at her comment. “No, don’t be. I didn’t want you to expect it…and it’s a perfect gift, my dearest one.” he answered genuinely, unable to keep the smile off his face. He chuckled again when she fixed his crooked tie. “You see? I still need practice. Those ties will certainly come in handy. “ he stated, raising a tender hand to her cheek. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy—he didn’t think he ever had been this happy.
“You’ve given me the grandest gift anyone could ask for—you accepted…I didn’t know if—if you felt that strongly. I mean, that you…that you did want to spend the rest of your life with me.” he chattered away, still grinning ear-to-ear. If he had been in his right mind, he would have realized he was blubbering on and on, but he was too intoxicated with happiness to care. His gaze grew serious and he took both of her hands, holding them against his heart. “I swear to devote every waking minute to your happiness. You won’t regret this, I promise.” He kissed both of her hands and chuckled when he realized he had dropped the ring. “Ah, there it is. I’m so terribly sorry that it isn’t really my mother’s. My mother’s ring was of course at home when I first came here…but I drew up the schematic from memory and gave it to the jeweler. It’s a replica of her ring. It even fooled Philippe.” he explained, a hint of boyish pride slipping into his voice toward the end of his account.
He slipped the ring onto her finger and then reached out and kissed her gently. He smiled brightly when he finally pulled away. “I love you.” he repeated softly. “I always have, my darling Christine—since the moment we met.” He shook his head in wonder at his good fortune before standing up and holding his hands out to help up his new fiancée. He heard a crunch under his feet and winced, bending down to pick up his ruined glasses. “Well that’s unfortunate.” Truth be told, he didn’t care a bit about the glasses, even if it would cost him to replace them—which it would. “I feel as if I’ve swallowed a box of fireworks and could burst at any moment…you’ve no idea how happy you’ve made me!” His grin then faded when he recalled something she had said, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Max! You’ve been watching him yourself this whole time…I’m sorry, dearest…”
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anastasia
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Post by anastasia on Feb 25, 2013 23:23:37 GMT -5
Standing there watching the unfolding merriment, noticing Lenoir opening his gift which turned out to be a stunning dagger. From where she was standing it was obvious by the look upon her face that she liked it and thought it was a wonderful gift. But to watch a little blonde hair girl nearly tackle Lenoir and to see a darling exchange between them just warmed her heart at the sight. Someday she will have to meet that little girl. She looked so adorable and sweet and fun.
Her attention shifted to Svenna and Christophe to see a proposal. The sight of that stung at what was left of her heart. Glancing down she shifted her attention over to the woman whom Lenoir was torn up about, this Teressa, to see her being the center of a silent possession battle. A bit confused but then her attention moved to Mr Y and Emilie and Edouard... soon enough landing upon the little boy and the violin. She caught sight of Castagne and smiled before returning her attention to Carriere, then Érik, and even Erik Lavalais. She looked around to see so many people, some she knew some she did not know. Inhaling deeply before exhaling then returned her attention upon the blonde girl as she got her gift and opened it.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Feb 25, 2013 23:33:23 GMT -5
Christine was still grinning and crying all at the same time, though her tears were fading, when Raoul embraced her tightly. She chuckled a bit, drying a few of her happy tears away after she finished straightening his tie. He insisted that her gift was fine – perfect even – and kissed her head. She still thought otherwise, but there was no point in arguing it, especially not at a time like this. They were both so happy. She could never dream of it being any other way…
She closed her eyes when she felt his hand on her cheek and then reopened them, smiling at him warmly. And then, he said something that confused her a little as he kissed her hands. “Regret this? Why would I regret it?” she asked with some confused laughter, wondering if he had said it as some sort of a joke. She really didn’t understand why she thought he would… unless there was something he knew about that she didn’t?
When he laughed and kissed her hands though, her sudden found fear instantly melted away. How indeed could she ever grow to regret this? She was happy, Raoul was happy… He reached for the ring he’d dropped and started apologizing at which, Christine just shook her head, still smiling and wiping a few more happy tears away. “What are you talking about? It doesn’t matter so much… does it? Oh Raoul, it’s beautiful… You had this made specifically for us?”
He slipped the ring onto her finger and the pair kissed for a brief moment there in the hall. When they finally pulled back, they both were smiling so brightly it was a wonder they one wasn’t blinded by it. “So long?” she asked him when he told her that he had loved her since the day they met. And then, she couldn’t help but to laugh at his next comment. “Oh, please don’t Raoul,” she giggled. “Then we’d have to clean you up off of the walls…”
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Teressa Lavalais
Fine. You?re rehired. Now shut up or I will run you through.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Feb 28, 2013 17:12:58 GMT -5
Teressa continued to watch Lenoir out of the corner of her eye. She saw Claude offer his hand to her, but before she could take it, Destler intervened and placed his hands on her shoulders. He seemed to be getting more and more protective of her lately. She still wasn't sure how to feel about him, especially since the breakup between herself and Lenoir. Claude...he claimed to be the devil, but with how sincere and kind he'd been behaving toward her, she could hardly believe it.
A girl approached Lenoir. A small girl? Who'd purchased a weapon for Lenoir? What sort of village was this, who would sell weapons to children? Teressa saw the girl hug Lenoir, exchange some words with him, and then go for her gift...the one that SHE'D wrapped! This was Roselin? Hmm...well, then the gift was fitting.
The girl unwrapped it, and Teressa could see the light in her eyes. Teressa felt happy for the girl, pleased that the girl like her gift. She stepped out from Destler's arms, walking over to the girl.
"It was I who gave you that." She bent over and lowered herself to the girl's height, giving the girl a smile. "If you follow the instructions, there's more to your gift. But it's for a more private setting."
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Mar 19, 2013 17:31:06 GMT -5
Carlotta has been speaking with Roselin when her young protégée excused herself. Apparently the gift that she had given had just been opened. The diva thought nothing much of it… until she saw who the gift had been too. Her face paled as she looked upon the masked figure who stood with the young girl.
Him!? But how could he be… Oh, that demon of a man! She wondered if Roselin knew of his foul crimes against humanity and against art! She clenched her teeth together and waited for Roselin to finish confronting the man (why on earth would she give someone so dangerous a weapon?), tapping her foot a bit as she did so. She was not excited about seeing him here in the slightest…
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Teressa Lavalais
Fine. You?re rehired. Now shut up or I will run you through.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Mar 19, 2013 22:57:22 GMT -5
Teressa smiled as the little blonde girl hugged her, thanking her over and over. She patted the girl on the shoulder, telling her it was nothing. Then, Teressa walked over to the tree, looking for her name. There was a box with her name on it, wrapped in Christmas colours with a green ribbon on top. She picked it up, giving it a little shake. There wasn't any noise, so it wasn't anything hard. She took it over to the middle of the floor and tore the wrappings open, revealing pink wrappings. She set the box on the floor, unveiling a beautiful blue lace shawl from the pink tissue paper. This was gorgeous! It would match a few of the dresses she'd recently found in her closet! Not to mention, blue was her favourite colour.
Teressa turned. She had a sneaking suspicion over who'd given her the gift. Not many people would spend money on lace for someone they hardly knew. "Was this from...was this from Monsieur Lenoir, by any chance...?" She looked at him, the first time she'd spoken to him tonight...She hadn't greeted him out of fear, and perhaps a touch of jealousy.
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Mar 22, 2013 0:17:20 GMT -5
Erik watched as Teressa opened her gift. He tried not to be terrible interested in her tonight. She was angry with him and he wasn't happy with the whole situation. He was of course, curious about the gift, as he was with all off them At first, he had been disappointed that he hadn't received her name to give a gift. But now he was glad. He was spared the embarrassment of giving a gift to someone who clearly was avoiding him tonight and who obviously was still angry with him. He knew it was over when he saw her being friendly with Destler, and even worse, Claude.
The gift was lovely, al lace shawl. In blue...that was Teressa's colour. It looked like a gift he might have given her in better, more friendly days. Now he just wanted to avoid her. But who was the first one she thought to ask if it was his gift to her...Erik. That was interesting. Perhaps wishful thinking on her part? Perhaps a hope that they could patch up their differences? Erik swallowed hard. He had to reply to her. He kept his eyes steely and there was no hint of a smile on his face. He looked quite stern.
He shook his head negatively, it was not his gift to her. He then looked away. This was too painful. How could he ever forget her with her living in the mansion and they would cross paths over and over??
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Apr 19, 2013 16:46:18 GMT -5
Gustave was beginning to feel rather lonely, despite the many people there in the room around him. It seemed that all of the grownups were far too busy to pay attention to a little boy and his new violin. Even his mother seemed busy, which was a real shame. She’d seemed wrapped up in the gift she’d gotten. It was a very beautiful necklace, and the boy thought that it looked nice on his mother.
His mother and father both seemed busy, so the little boy took his violin and silently slipped over to sit near his mother. Mister Y was still there, and the boy looked up at him a little before turning back to his violin and sighing, plucking a couple of the strings with his little fingers making soft pizzicato sounds. At least he had his violin to keep him company.
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