Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Aug 25, 2013 18:34:01 GMT -5
Christine had not even realized just who she had suggested to open their gift next until after the deed had already been done… and even then, it was still somewhat questionable. At his voice and his words, however, she could not help but to tremble. Something about him seemed eerily familiar…
It did not help to ease her fears any when he performed several acts of witchcraft before them all. The colour left her cheeks, and she had to steady herself sitting on the couch and take a few deep breaths in order to prevent herself from fainting.
She closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her hand to her heart in a vain attempt to calm her anxieties. Soon enough, she and Raoul would be off to the midnight mass at the church inn the village, and then she would surely be safe, and would be able to escape the terrifying evils of the Manor on this most holy of nights.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that the mysterious demon was nowhere in sight, and so she let out a sigh of relief. She glanced once more about the room. There were very few people left who had not received their gifts, and even fewer of which whom she actually knew, Desperately wanting to overcome the recent situation of the event, she called upon the first one of them she saw.
“Madame Leona,” she said, with a sort of uneasy and forced smile upon her face, “perhaps you would be willing to open your gift next?”
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Post by Madam Leona on Sept 15, 2013 1:20:16 GMT -5
Madam Leona blinked and left Alfred to stand in front of the small pile of boxes. Had someone really gotten a gift for her? Someone who wasn't even flesh... oh it felt like it had been so long since she had last received a gift. Besides Alfred of course - he was the greatest gift to her that she could ever want or have.
Almost nervously, she dug around through the boxes, looking for her name. With this, the room automatically dropped in temperature, highly noticeable but she had to do it if she wanted to be able to pick things up and such for extended amounts of time. That was one of the prices of being a ghost. Finally, she found it. A box with shiny blue paper and a pretty silver bow. Oh it was beautiful, she would cry but that would take even more energy from the room.
Leona hadn't even opened it yet. She took a deep breath - though ghosts of course don't actually need breath - and opened it. Inside was even better. A book of poems by Christina Rosetti, a beautiful blue journal, and a brand new fountain pen. Oh, it was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! If she had one - her heart would be thudding with excitement and she wished to open her arms wide and give who ever had gotten this for her a big hug. Now the question... who had gotten it for her? She looked about the room.... who could have possibly gotten something like this for her.
She paused and slowly turned to Alfred. If it wasn't him she would be utterly surprised. But she begged that it had been him... he would have given her such a wonderful gift. "Alfred... did you get this for me?" She asked, her eyes big.
(Awww man... I just realized how much I miss playing Leona!)
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Sept 15, 2013 16:01:24 GMT -5
Leona moved away from Alfred's side and over to the tree when her name was called. She seemed surprised that someone bought her a gift. The room became noticeably cooler when she picked up the gift and opened it. The gift was the book of Rosetti poetry and a pen and journal. She turned to him and asked if it were he who had bought her the gift, which she seemed quite entranced with. He nodded and smiled. "Perhaps you would allow me to read a poem from the book, Leona? I find the poetry seemingly appropriate ... He spoke louder then so that everyone in the room could hear him. "The gift is a book of poetry by Christine Rosetti who lived from 1830 to 1894. This poem is my favourite: When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
He turned to Leona. "I hope you will record your thoughts about that in your journal and share it with me..." He smiled again. Leona was so lovely. He wished that he had known her when she was alive...
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Post by Madam Leona on Sept 22, 2013 2:08:08 GMT -5
It was him! It was her dear Alfred who had gotten her the gift! Oh if only she hadn't been a ghost, she surely would have hugged him. But she couldn't and if she tried, she could have very well make every one freeze to death or give a few of them frost bite. If only she could... if only she was allowed to keep that bit of physicality... human flesh if she will... to the grave. As strange as that would be.
The dear man then suggested that he could read a poem from it. He went on to address the rest of the room as well and called it his favorite poem. He then began to read and oh... oh my. She could feel a heart some how... some how beating in her own chest. Oh she didn't care if it was a ghost's imagination... it was still there. The drumming. Could you hear it? She could... and oh how she wished others could. It was the beating of her heart... her heart that was once there in a once flesh and blood chest.
It was the poem that had made her feel like she had a heart beat. She couldn't have been more lucky as to have had Alfred as her secret Santa. He had then turned to her and told her that he wished that she would record her thoughts in the journal he had also given her and would one day share it with him. "Yes... I will absolutely do so. Thank you... thank you ever so much Alfred," she said with her smile beaming brightly. She sat her gifts down in a safe place, surely to return to them later very soon then turned back to Alfred. "Now, I believe it is your turn to open your gift and give a guess." Madam Leona said gently.
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