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Post by Erik Lavalais on Feb 5, 2013 11:28:50 GMT -5
The water bubbled up in the fountains, and suddenly, a compartment in the wall opened. There was a lovely little glass gazebo hidden behind what was only ivy-covered wall a few minutes ago. Erik smiled. He hoped to GOD she liked it.
He'd built it himself, after going into the village several times to buy the right materials. He'd had a lot of time on his hands and had wanted to do something nice for her, something to show her that he cared...Perhaps to show her that he cared very much. Would she see his affections? Perhaps...
The real question was, would she accept his affections? It was one thing to acknowledge that someone has feelings for you. It was a totally different thing to accept and allow one's affections to be acted upon...
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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 Feb 6, 2013 3:05:50 GMT -5
((You didn’t say it, but I believe the plan was to have the secret room full of honeysuckles, so I’m sticking it in. If I’m wrong, just poke me about it and I’ll change it XD))
The waters of the fountains sprung forth into beautiful cascading spouts and falls. The whole thing was so very lovely to look at, however, something else Caught Christine’s eye, distracting her from the marvelous waterworks. A part of the wall (which had formerly been covered in rather thick vines of ivy), began to open up, revealing yet another section of the greenhouse.
Beyond the secret passageway which had opened, sat a beautiful gazebo made entirely of glass. Her blue eyes widened, marveling at the sight of it, for surrounding this glass gazebo were more honeysuckle flowers than she could have hoped to count. She had not seen so many flowers since that first evening when she’d arrived in Érik’s home, after the performance where the chandelier had fallen.
She placed her little hands over her mouth, unsure of how to react to such a thing. It was magnificent to be sure, but why anyone would go out of their way in order to create such a space without any sort of specific purpose for in in mind seemed rather stupid, to be quite blunt about it.
Finally, after a few moments of standing there utterly dumbfounded, she slowly lowered her hands and turned to Monsieur Lavalais, addressing him. “Did you do all of this?” She asked. She was, in fact, rather curious to know why if he had. “It’s beautiful…”
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Apr 29, 2013 10:35:37 GMT -5
"I..." Erik coughed, clearing his throat. He wanted to sound more confident when he spoke to her. Confidence was key, it showed that he was a stronger man than others would think. "Yes. I made this. I thought that perhaps you'd like a little retreat of your own, where you could be alone sometimes..."
He held his hand out, motioning her forward. There was a small table with two chairs in the middle of the gazebo. It was set with two champagne glasses, a small bucket of ice, and a long-necked bottle of fine champagne cooling in the bucket. He walked over to a chair, pulling it out slightly as an invitation.
"Would you like some champagne...?" Erik's heart was beating fast. It was like someone was beating a snare drum in his chest. Perhaps she could hear it? It felt like she really would...it was so loud...echoing in his head, making him more and more nervous to be around her. He was perspiring under his mask, and while it was uncomfortable, he dared not lift the mask at all to wipe away his sweat.
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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 Apr 30, 2013 2:13:16 GMT -5
Christine looked up at Monsieur Lavalais, wondering what could have ever sparked him to want to create such a fantastically wonderful thing. It was almost as if they were stepping into a sort of other realm, not inhabited by mankind. She had never seen so many honeysuckles all in one place in her entire life! It was simply astonishing!
She stepped in further, still in awe of the whole thing. I thought that perhaps you'd like a little retreat of your own, where you could be alone sometimes... This was all for her? “Monsieur Lavalais, it’s wonderful, though I must admit, I’m a little confused… You really didn’t need to go through all of this trouble for me. It really is unnecessary…”
She followed him further in and sat when he pulled out the chair for her. After all, it was the polite thing to do, however superfluous the whole thing seemed.
Would you like some champagne...?
Oh, no, I really shouldn’t have anything right—”That… sounds nice, actually.” She was rather fond of wine, despite her conscious telling her that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision for her to have any champagne on an empty stomach.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 1, 2013 22:34:53 GMT -5
Erik walked around the table and sat in his own chair. "Unnecessary? Nonsense, I wanted to do this for you. You were the first person I met at this Manor, I thought perhaps that we were friends, and you know that friends do nice things for each other...." But he didn't want to be 'just friends'...He wanted to be more...But that could wait. He could wait for that. Build up a relationship and all that...
She said she'd take some champagne! "Excellent." He gave her a small smile, nodding and picking up the bottle. He popped it open, and poured them each a glass. This was great! She was sitting with him, in a private place, drinking champagne with him, and talking to him! Like he was a normal person! Like any other man!
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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 May 1, 2013 23:40:49 GMT -5
“Well… yes, I suppose that much is true… We are friends, it’s just… I suppose what I mean is that you didn’t have to go to this much of a length. It seems like an awful amount of trouble for a friend you’ve only known for a very short time… I do appreciate the thought though. It was very kind of you…”
She adjusted herself a little, sitting a bit more forward on the edge of her seat, watching him pout the glasses for both of them. “Thank you.”
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 1, 2013 23:45:18 GMT -5
"Believe me, mademoiselle, it is my absolute pleasure." Erik watched her as he handed over her glass. The sun was about to set, it was the PERFECT moment. Wasn't sunset considered one of the most romantic times to be with someone? He preferred moonlight, but sunset was beautiful, all the same. And here...surrounded by honeysuckle in this little glass gazebo...
"So I take it you like it?" He grinned. It was wonderful that she liked his work. It meant that he'd done something right, something that had impressed her. He liked it when his work was properly appreciated. He'd not had much appreciation from anyone, lately, so this was quite uplifting.
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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 May 2, 2013 0:05:25 GMT -5
"I do," she said, looking around the place wide-eyes. "You're a wonderful designer, Monsieur Lavalais... A great artist.... Thank you." She took the glass of champagne from him with a smile and sipped a bit of it. sunset was just beginning, though she hadn't taken any particular notice of the time as of yet.
"I must ask though... beyond simple friendship, what inspired you to build such a creation? This must have taken you an awful long time to do..."
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 2, 2013 0:13:00 GMT -5
Oh dear...OH dear...she'd asked Erik a question that he couldn't fully explain without telling her...He'd have to eventually, right? He swallowed hard. Could he? He didn't have much of the guts to do anything right, with women.
"What inspired me...? Well...I...well, you, obviously, and our friendship....but..." Erik's eyes dropped to the floor. The room was slowly dimming. This was NOT how he imagined this going. He was starting to feel butterflies in his stomach. His air of confidence had left him, and he didn't know...What should he say? What should he do?! He looked out the glass at the sun sinking below the horizon.
PLEASE, Dear God...anything but this...I don't want to tell her...I can't tell her...I'm too nervous...
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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 May 2, 2013 0:33:14 GMT -5
Christine drank a bit from her glass of champagne, enjoying the slightly sweet aroma and the fizzy taste. She really was quite fond of champagne, though she normally did not allow herself to indulge except for with a meal or on holidays... After all, it wasn't a good habit for one to get into...
She looked up a bit confused as Monsieur Lavalais seemed to begin faltering with his words, stumbling over them whenever he tried to speak. "But what?" She asked, hoping to encourage him to continue speaking a bit more freely with her.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 2, 2013 0:38:04 GMT -5
Erik thought he was about to have a stroke. His breathing had gotten faster, and his heartbeat was hammering out of his chest louder than it had ever beaten before. He looked up at her, then back at the floor. She was looking at him. That didn't help him much...What would a normal gentleman do in this situation? Would he speak up? Or perhaps he'd stay silent...DASH IT ALL! He had to grow up and get past this! He HAD to tell her!
"W-well...I-I...Oh dear....erm..." Erik's voice started cracking, and he felt too nervous to get anything out. He HAD to tell her..."Well...you see....I...."
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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 May 2, 2013 0:57:23 GMT -5
Christine's head tilted a little as she watched Monsieur Lavalais continue fumble with his speaking. She raised the glass to her lips and took another sip, but her eyes widened a little when she saw, just behind Monsieur Lavalais' head, the large yellow-orange orb that was the sun beginning to set in the sky.
She set her glass down with a slightly shivering hand and stood. "I... I'm sorry.... I really... really should be going now. I hadn't noticed the time. Oh dear... Oh dear...." Suddenly it seemed as if she were just as nervous as he was. "I need to get back inside of the house..."
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 2, 2013 1:01:11 GMT -5
Just as Erik was about to say it, Christine stood. "Are...are you alright?" She sounded nervous, saying that she had to get back into the house. What the devil for? Did she know? Did she actually have something to do? Perhaps she suspected that he really did have feelings for her....Maybe she didn't like that, but didn't want to hurt his feelings! His heart sank.
Erik stood too, thinking that perhaps she'd tell him before she went back inside. She was shaky, nervous. Was she bad with these kinds of situations too? His mind was jumping to SO many conclusions, he didn't notice that her eyes were glued to the sun behind him. He walked around the table carefully, thinking perhaps he'd walk with her back inside.
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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 May 2, 2013 1:13:04 GMT -5
The girl began wringing her hands over and over nervously, Her eyes finally leaving the setting sun and frantically searching about the room for a means of escape. She spotted one, and for a moment made as if to flee immediately, but stopped, turning to Monsieur Lavalais with an utterly terrified expression.
"I... I'm so sorry.... perhaps another time, I..." She turned, looking back up at the setting sun again and then turned, hurrying out of the greenhouse like Cinderella fleeing from the ball at the stroke of midnight.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 2, 2013 1:17:11 GMT -5
Erik reached out a hand after her, but it was too late. She'd already left him far behind. He sighed, walking back over to the table and slumping into a chair. He took off his mask, taking out a handkerchief and mopping the sweat from his brow. What did he do wrong...?
Sighing miserably, he looked over at the champagne. There was always the rest of the bottle....As the sky darkened, Erik poured himself another glass of champagne, leaving Christine's sitting at her chair. It was his reminder. It made him remember exactly WHY he couldn't be happy with a woman.
They always fled.
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