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 Jan 15, 2013 18:41:05 GMT -5
It was the twenty-third of January, nearly three months after Christine and Raoul had been wed. Life had carried on; things had not changed much now, simply because of the fact that they were married, but at least now they each knew that the other would be there always...
Christine had gone looking for some place quiet to just sit and think. Contrary to what one might think, the opera house was usually a rather quiet place. It had been long abandoned it seemed, and it was rare that there was ever anyone in there, with the exception perhaps of Monsieur Erik Lenoir who had been restoring the place. She didn't mind though, should she come across him that day. In fact, perhaps it would be good for her if she were to come across him. After all, perhaps he could help her try to figure out how exactly to tell him.
She'd met (though purely by chance) Monsieur Lavalais earlier that day, who had offered her some small amount of council in the matter, but she could not help but to remain a bit... well... afraid. She did not want for her husband to love her any less, or to love her only because of this... She tried desperately to trust him completely, after all, he had promised to her that he would always love her, but she couldn't help the slight paranoia she'd grown over time, not to trust people. While she knew in her heart that there was nothing to dread, it was her mind, which had become so used to shielding her heart, that she was still trying to convince fully...
She stepped into the theatre and made her way toward the front of the house, near the stage, where she knew that Monsieur Lenoir had previously cleaned off and repaired some of the seats. She sat in the front row and then leaned back, closing her eyes, heaving a sigh and resting her hands on her stomach, before she reopened her eyes and sat back up, staring down at her abdomen with a sort of pensive look on her face.
She didn't know how long it had been there, but she assumed it was no longer than maybe a month at most. She wasn't showing at all, which was good, because it gave her time to think... She and Raoul had never actually discussed children before and, while she doubted that he would ever be upset by the news, it was the uncertainly of what exactly his reaction would be that frightened her so.
She looked around a little, to be sure that no one was watching her, and then looked back down at her stomach, speaking in a very soft voice, no louder than a murmur. “You know, little one, you're causing me much more stress than I would have expected considering your age...[/i]” She let out a soft sigh before continuing on. “How am I going to explain this to your father, hmmm? You know, his mother died when he was born... I don't want him to have the same worry...[/i]”
She trailed off, continuing to stare in contemplation. She knew things would change after this. It wasn't necessarily that it was a bad change – it was likely to be wonderful – but change frightened her. It had ever since her father had died. She wasn't sure what to expect...
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jan 20, 2013 1:47:23 GMT -5
Christine had entered the opera house portion of the manor. It reminded her so much of home and she walked towards the stage. It was so eerily quiet and she said nothing and she gazed her surroundings. It was all so beautiful and she couldn't take it. Everything was still intact and she looked about her surroundings still.
As she got to the stage the young soprano climbed the steps towards the main portion of it. Blinking she said nothing as she heard someone else's voice. "Pardon?" she questioned suddenly.Christine was so curious and she said nothing again.
Her eyes blinked in confusion. "My father passed away when I was young and as for my mother she did the same" she muttered in an angry way. "For your information you shouldn't be threatening me!" she said in a louder voice. "I don't know who you are, but you shouldn't be treating me like this" she told her. Christine sighed and placed her hand to her head. Closing her eyes trying to relax herself. No one was in the Opera with her and she looked about again. "Show yourself to me, you coward. I'm not afraid of you " she whispered to herself as her eyes scanned the room.
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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 Jan 21, 2013 3:51:58 GMT -5
Suddenly, Christine heard another voice there in the room and looked up a bit startled. It sounded awfully familiar, and Christine was not too happy about that thought. She hadn't seen that horrid woman in months, and certainly wasn't trying to find her again, especially not now. She sighed and then groaned. Why did it always seem that she found her in here? Couldn't she just mind her own business and leave her alone for once?
The girl rolled her eyes at the other's words and then rose to her feet, placing her hands on her hips and staring at her with a rather unamused and slightly irritated expression. “No one was speaking to you, Mademoiselle Vaniteuse. Frankly, I've no desire to speak to you at all after our last encounter. I have not threatened anyone, and you have no right to address me with such a tone. Why don't you mind your own business for once rather than seeking people out only to cause them misery?”
She narrowed her eyes a bit at the woman, giving her a rather cold leer. After being quarreled with when she was trying to be alone and think, and then being attacked out of blue with a canister of flour, she was in absolutely no mood to interact with this woman, especially not when she had important things to be deliberating, like how to tell her husband of three months that he was going to be a father.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jan 23, 2013 13:10:20 GMT -5
Quirking a brow she eyed the woman who was speaking so sharply to her. Christine said nothing and she sighed deeply to herself. "Pardon my intrusion Mademoiselle, but have I done something to you in the past that made you be like this with me?" she questioned in a soft voice. Christine tried to regain her composure and she looked at her curiously. "I do not think I've ever encountered you before.." she said frowning.
Her eyes blinked in confusion. "Enlighten me? I don't remember or ever recalling meeting you before" she told her. "Please accept my apology then Miss, because i have no idea on what your talking about" she told her. Christine eyed her and tilted her head and she didn't know what else to say at that point.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 1, 2013 20:38:46 GMT -5
Christine leered at the other woman. She was certainly in no mood for this little play at innocence she was trying at. After their two previous encounters, she had some nerve pretending that nothing had happened at all. An apology was nice, but without any sort of admittance… it was as if she were trying to make herself the victim here.
“Perhaps you simply do not remember because I am not covered in flour. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I do not intend to become so anytime soon, especially not for your sake. But no matter. Perhaps this time you might at least have the courtesy to leave me to think in peace rather than insisting upon your incessant humming like last time…”
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Feb 4, 2013 0:00:43 GMT -5
While she moved her way towards the steps of the stage, Christine headed downwards and she paused not wanting to come anywhere near her. To her amazement, Christine was rather still confused and she looked at her oddly. Narrowing her eyes in some sort of confusion.
"Flour?" she repeated unsure of what to come of that. "Forgive me Mademoiselle or Madame, but I still don't recall this encounter, It must have been another. For I would never do anything like that" she explained. "I'm sorry if you thought that was me, because if it was, I would probably still not talk to you" she told him.
Christine frowned and she looked at her. "Please accept my apology madame or mademoiselle. I honestly trust that this will never happen again and I don't want that to happen again" she told her. Walking towards her. "But I assure you that was me. I would never do such a thing" she explained.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 6, 2013 5:10:31 GMT -5
((heh heh… Blondie’s first official hormonal pregnant woman outburst lol))
Christine pinched her face into a rather hurt and upset expression. Her current changing levels in hormones were not helping along the conversation any. She could feel tears beginning to form and grow in her eyes, and her lips began to tremble in a mixture of hurt and outrage.
How could this woman possibly deny that she’d done those things. Christine couldn’t tell whether she were mocking her, or if she were just plain stupid. Either one seemed entirely possible, given their previous encounters. Under normal conditions, she would have chosen to ignore the woman as best as she could, or would have accepted the apology, but right now, she just couldn’t seem to bear bringing herself to let it be.
“You did do it!” she half screamed, half sobbed, finally letting a few of the tears she had been withholding spill from her crystalline blue eyes. “I know it was you! Christine Nicole Daaé, it was you!”
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Feb 10, 2013 23:58:17 GMT -5
As the other woman got frustrated with her, Christine only stood there in utter shock. She had no idea on what this woman was talking about. Flour? Christine would never have done such a thing. Blinking she looked upon her curiously and she said nothing to her. Only wishing she would calm down about all of this.
Hearing her words she said nothing for a moment still. "Nicole?" she repeated silently. "Oh no, like i said you are mistaking me for someone else. My name isn't Christine Nicole Daaé, its Christine Giselle Daaé. I've only been here at the manor for a few months now. I hadn't run into you yet" she said softly. Christine brought a hand to her stomach and caught her breath.
"Whatever that Nicole person did to you, I assure you Madame, It wasn't me" she said in a gentle manner trying to calm her down. "Perhaps you should enlighten me on what happend to you and this other woman? If it was me, I would deeply regret it. But I assure you It wasn't me...I'm still trying to figure this place out as we speak" she informed.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 26, 2013 16:09:09 GMT -5
Christine could not help but to be reduced to a teary-eyed emotional wreck in front of the strange woman there with her. Every time she’d been around the woman, she’d ended up in tears by the end of their encounter, and now it was just no use trying to prevent a complete repeat.
She looked up in a teary confusion when the other woman said that she was not Nicole at all, but instead a woman by the name of Giselle, and that she’d only been at the Manor for a few months now and had never met her before. How was any of this possible? This place never seemed to cease growing stranger and stranger by every passing day… Christine wasn’t certain she’d ever really become used to it.
She shook her head in a distraught manner and began wringing her hands and taking deep breaths trying to calm herself. What was wrong with her? There was nothing particularly upsetting happening in her life – if fact, it was quite the opposite situation lately! – and yet for some reason she was having such outbursts? If this was what hormones could do to someone’s behavior, then this was going to be a long nine months…
“She was terribly rude and refused to leave me after I had asked her to… She pretended to be concerned about my worry for my then fiancé’s life before completely changing and attacking me with a canister of flour… honestly I would prefer to forget all of it.” She dried a few tears before looking back up at the other woman with caution. She still didn’t trust her (after all, it was very easy to say that your name was something it was not), but there was no point in blubbering…
Her rather rude comments upon beginning this new “first” encounter placed little doubt in her mind that it was the same person, though Christine did not intend to become the victim of her yet again…
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Feb 28, 2013 15:50:37 GMT -5
Remaining silent she slowly made her way towards the other woman. Then she paused only a few inches away from her. Giselle said nothing and she paused for sometime. Closing her eyes hearing her voice and having her tell her what went on between the other woman known as Nicole. Nicole sounded like a nasty brute and she opened her eyes again and she looked upon her.
Upon hearing that the woman wanted to forget it she nodded her head and respected her wishes. "I understand, Miss" she said in a small voice. "Forgive me please for ever bringing it up again. Would you like me to go?" she asked suddenly as she looked upon her. "I can if you want me to give you some time onto collecting yourself again..." she said in a helpful voice. Giselle looked upon her and she said nothing again. "Tell me, I never got your name" she said in a small voice.
The blonde said nothing and she sighed deeply for a moment. A deep sigh came over her. "I'm sorry that this Nicole person did this to you. I would never do this to you. Or anyone. Its not into my nature to do so" she muttered looking upon the woman. "Would you like me to bring you anything within the kitchen from the manor?" she asked. Christine then bit her lip, knowing she needed to stop. "I'm sorry..." she said softly. "For the questions and everything" she told her in a small nervous voice.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 11, 2013 3:12:32 GMT -5
Christine shook her head, wiping her hands with her eyes when the woman offered to go. “No… no… I’m sorry. I’m just a little high-strung at the moment… My name is Christine. Christine de Chagny.” She had been married a few months now, and it was beginning to feel a bit more natural to call herself ‘Christine de Chagny’ as opposed to Christine Daaé, though there were still moments it took a bit of conscious effort in order to do so.
She forced an almost sickly smile only her lips and looked up at the other again, still trying to calm herself from her little outburst beforehand. “No, that’s all right, thank you… “Tell me, Mademoiselle Giselle… Have you ever felt… like news one would assume was good might end up somehow having a negative reaction instead?”
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Apr 24, 2013 23:34:37 GMT -5
Standing there she said nothing and she nodded her head. "Its quite alright Miss..." she said softly. Giselle looked upon the other Christine and she tilted her head and she nodded her head. "Forgive the misunderstanding Madame." she said softly. "Its nice to meet you Madame de Chagny" she said in a small voice. "An-and you don't need to apologize. I understand" she said once agian.
Giselle sighed and she looked down and she looked up at her again. Slowly coming towards her. "At times, yes... i've discovered those a lot in my past time" she informed her and she inhaled then looked down at the ground. "Why do you ask if you don't mind me questioning?" she asked looking upon the blonde woman for sometime. Giselle tilted her head in curiosity.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Apr 30, 2013 1:46:30 GMT -5
Christine sat up a little as the other, taller blonde woman approached her, gesturing to one of the nearby theatre seats should she wish to seat herself rather than standing there in the gangways. She asked her why she had asked the question that she had, something which Christine herself had to think for a moment before answering.
“It’s… nothing, really. Only that I’ve discovered something that I need to tell someone… It’s happy news, but… I’m afraid that they might be concerned… for my safety that is…. I can’t not tell them—they’re bound to find out sooner rather than later. It’s just… difficult, I suppose.” The young countess sighed and then looked back up at the other, forcing a smile upon her face.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on May 2, 2013 21:54:00 GMT -5
Standing still in the aisle of the theatre, Giselle looked upon the other blonde for a moment. Studying her features still and she looked at her once more. Then she hesitated for a moment as she felt gestured her towards the seats. Blinking, she looked down then back at her and walked over to her and sat down. Taking a seat just for a while she looked at her and listened to her words.
Giselle studied her face and she listened to her for a moment. "Safety? If you don't mind on me asking.....anyways. But, what do you need safety for is there anyone out there hurting you in any shape or form?" she asked looking at her. Giselle sighed and looked down then looked over at him. "You can tell me if you like.... I'll keep it hidden I promise" she said smiling.
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on May 12, 2013 22:45:03 GMT -5
Mademoiselle Giselle came and sat down next to her in the theatre seats after some brief hesitation. Christine was just so very stumped at the moment. The news which she had wasn’t bad at all—in fact, it was absolutely wonderful! But at the same time… would it cause him to worry or to rejoice…. Or both? She knew she had to tell him eventually, but she very much feared any negativity. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy….
“Yes, my… safety.” Christine couldn’t help but to smile a bit when the other young woman insisted that she was in no danger and that there was no one there who might hurt her in any way. If only such a thing here true… she silently thought. She knew far better than to believe such a thing. This place was a living hell, full of demons and spectres (some of which she’d learned could be quite malevolent)… while it had become bearable, that did not mean that the danger had ceased to exist.
“It’s… a personal matter between my husband and I… I am afraid that he will worry too much for me. I’ve discovered something that he should know about, but I’m not certain how to tell him about it… It’s not a bad thing at all—just one that could cause… complications…”
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