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 Mar 27, 2013 7:44:46 GMT -5
Christine had almost nearly forgotten in those few moments about the occurrences the day before, it seemed. She was almost enraptured with the thought of beginning her singing lessons once again. Despite all that had happened, his voice remained one of terror and brilliance and splendor all at once, and it was no wonder that she should crave its sounds once again. It almost caused her to tremble with delight.
She watched him disappear through the mirror in her room, just as he had the one in her dressing room previously. She swept over to the mirror, gently touching the glass just in time to see his image fade into the mirror, and then swiftly drew her hand back, gasping a moment in shock. Oh dear… What had she agreed to? Was she going back down that night to those black dungeons of despair in which she’d first seen his face. She had no way of being certain. Had all of those memories simply been a terrible nightmare? Or was all of it real…?
She took a few steps backward and then sat down on her bed, brushing a few curly brown locks behind her shoulder. Should she tell Raoul about this? Was it better not to mention? She had said that it would be a secret. A secret… She glanced down at her lap a moment and then looked back over at the mirror. Only time would tell now, she supposed. Only time would tell…
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