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 Jun 30, 2012 12:41:43 GMT -5
Raoul smiled when she said she was glad he had been at the Populaire to rescue her from the chandelier, and his smile only widened when she kissed him on the cheek. The Vicomte squeezed her hand and nodded. “Rest assured that from now on I shall be here in both body and spirit.” he promised, raising a hand to her cheek. “I’ve missed you terribly, Christine. It really is wonderful to see you again after all these years...” In all honesty she was the reason he had returned from the Navy and decided against pursuing a career as a decorated officer. He had missed her too much.
“Thank you.” he replied softly when she agreed to let him know if the Phantom ever tried to find her. “It’s for your own safety that I ask. Even though we know that he’s no ghost, he is a danger to you.” he stated. Somehow he needed to find a way to lock that creature up for good. However there were no charges he could raise against him that he had actual proof for. No one even believed he was who he said he was.
“What’s wrong with America? Would you like the short version?” he asked teasingly. “It’s absolutely dreadful. The people there have no respect for authority or title. They’re invasive and rude and lack etiquette—they’re uncultured, immoral…need I go on? My cousin Ralph is American and the living incarnation of all the reasons why I have no desire to return to the awful country.” At her second question, he shrugged. “I haven’t the slightest idea, my dear. Whatever stories are told about how amazing America is aren’t true at all. There’s really nothing all that special about it. I much prefer England. The people there are quieter, more reserved—and well-mannered. And they have the most delightful tea.
“That reminds me, darling, where would you like to have supper? There are quite a few nice establishments in town…there’s an Asian seafood restaurant, traditional English restaurant, a bistro…”
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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 Jul 15, 2012 23:54:20 GMT -5
((Suckish post is suckish, but there )) Christine smiled warmly, her blue eyes shining with happiness when he told her that, from now on, he would always be there for her both in mind and in spirit. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.... That was what he had promised, after all... It was what they had promised to each other. “ It's wonderful to see you too, Raoul” “ I know, Raoul. I know... Though I cannot help but to pity him a little. He seemed so very sad after... after I took off his mask.... As if I had wounded him in some deep way. He was so.... frightened... I know it seems silly, but... I think he might be a little afraid of me.” Christine listened as Raoul spoke of all of the reasons why he hated Americans. “ Well I'm sure they don't mean to be so horrible; maybe it just comes naturally? Or maybe it's not all Americans? There must be at least a few who aren't like that...” And then he invited her to dinner. She supposed she owed him it since she had refused his last invitation... “ Dinner sounds wonderful! I am quite hungry...” She listened as he listed off the options. “ Hmmmm.... I can't say I've ever tried Asian food before. Is it good?”
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Jul 18, 2012 11:46:31 GMT -5
The nobleman smiled and raised her hand to his lips, kissing her palm. The young man expected himself to wake up at any moment, still not fully able to grasp that this was not another one of his dreams. But it was real, and he had never been happier. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled this much. It must have been when he was a child, on one of those days they had shared together at the beach.
He listened patiently as Christine explained that she pitied Lenoir. He wasn’t exactly surprised, as it was clear that she pitied him even after the man almost tried to kill him, according to the video he had seen. “His…situation is unfortunate. But we both know that he is unstable—and perhaps the best thing either of us can do to help him is to see that he is put in a facility that can give him the proper care he needs.” he answered slowly and calmly after a while. Whether it was in a jail or an insane asylum, the madman had to be locked up.
He chuckled. “Yes, I’m pretty sure it comes naturally,” he said in response to her comment about Americans. “I don’t know—everywhere I’ve visited they have been nothing but rude and uncivilized. If those few do exist, I cannot say that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting them.”
“Ah, good.” he responded jovially when she said that she was hungry. “Oh, yes, Asian food is excellent. Sushi in particular is one of my favorite dishes. It’s from Japan. It’s a roll of sorts made with rice and raw fish and vegetables…it’s very good.”
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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 Jul 22, 2012 23:58:29 GMT -5
Christine tilted her head a little at Raoul's comment that the man needed to be put into 'a facility that can give him the proper care he needs.' “A facility?” she asked. “What do you mean by a facility. Raoul? Is he ill and needs care?” He most certainly hadn't seemed ill the last time that she saw him, but st the time, the only 'facility' which came into mind was a hospital, hospital of course meaning medical hospital.
She quirked her eyebrows when he explained Asian food to her and this thing called sushi. Did he say it was made from raw fish? “Raw? Raw as in [uncooked[/i]?You mean they don't even bother to cook it first?[/b]” She asked. “Well that seems fairly lazy of them! Why do they do that? What does it taste like?”
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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 Jul 24, 2012 12:45:06 GMT -5
He nodded gravely at her question. “Yes, he is very ill. There are many different kinds of illnesses—mental and physical alike—it is my belief that he’s suffering from a mental issue…he pretends that he is an angel, and he murders people when he gets upset. He is a danger to society, as well as himself—he has to be put away, Christine. It’s the only way he can hope to regain his sanity.” he answered, trying to be sympathetic to the best of his ability as he knew that she would be upset by this. “He needs to be put in an insane asylum.”
He smirked a bit at her question. “That’s the only type of raw fish there is, isn’t there?” he replied with a chuckle. “Yes, it is uncooked. I’ll admit, I did find it rather strange at first…but really it is quite good. I mean, it still tastes like fish…just different I suppose. It’s a different flavor than what we’re used to in European cooking…but it is delicious. I had it in Japan on one of my tours—it was brilliant, and this place does an excellent job of replicating it.” he added.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
Posts: 230
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Aug 5, 2012 5:08:32 GMT -5
Christine's eyes widened when Raoul explained to her exactly what he had meant by the fact that the Angel was 'ill and needed care.' Her lips quivered and she shook her head frantically "No, Raoul! I have heard such horrible, horrible things about those places -- that they treat their patients like animals in pens! Please do not make him go there. He seemed so sad before... Perhaps he was only trying to find a way to be happy?"
She hoped that Raoul would listen to and consider her thoughts about placing the Phantom into an asylum. She could only half bring herself to listen as he explained to her the aspects of eating this raw Japanese fish dish called sushi. She was far to worried as to what might happen to her Angel of Music if he should in fact end up in an assylum. Her eyes drifted far off, lost in her thoughts.
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Aug 12, 2012 12:32:59 GMT -5
Taken aback by Christine’s reaction, for a second Raoul began to regret revealing that he intended to have Lenoir thrown in an asylum. But this was for their—for her own good. He would not lose her as Edouard had his wife. “It’s what’s best, dear.” he replied in a shabby attempt at sounding sympathetic—his voice rang out firm but devoid of frustration, though he was borderline annoyed at her defending him. But he couldn’t help but stare at the woman in disbelief when she insisted that perhaps Lenoir had been simply ‘sad.’ “Excuse me? Sad? Christine, I don’t care how sad he may seem, that does not give him the right to hang anyone! If that’s what makes him happy, then I’m right to get him put away.” He was well-aware that Lenoir had been locked in a cage at some point in his life. Then it won’t take him long to get used to it, he thought privately. He had no empathy for that man. He admired Christine for her compassionate nature but this, this was too much. “He is a dangerous criminal, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m doing this for you—for us—you realize that?” he asked her, his confidence shaken for once as he raised a hand to her cheek.
He saw her eyes grow distant and raised her chin in an attempt to get her to look at him. “Darling?” he called, worried. “We’re over a hundred years into the future…perhaps asylums have improved in their treatment of their patients? Maybe they’re not as…harsh.” He would consider a Victorian asylum the perfect place to lock up their ‘Phantom’, but he kept this to himself. She still cared about her ‘Angel’, of that he was certain, so he did need to be wise in his comments. However he was going to do everything he could to convince her to see him as the demon he was, without losing her love for him.
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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 Sept 8, 2012 0:54:33 GMT -5
Christine flinches a little, tears beginning to well in her pale blue eyes. “I never said that what he id was right, or that it would make him happy, but how can you condemn someone for something done which they know no better not to do? If a child uses their paints on the wall without knowing that they shouldn't, would you chop off their fingers for it?”
She looked at him, a few tears falling, as he tilted her chin up toward him and rested a hand on her cheek. “I know that you're concerned, Raoul, and you have every right to be, but he doesn't deserve that... Unless you can how me yourself that they have improved, I will not let you put him there.”
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Sept 9, 2012 0:07:57 GMT -5
“He bloody well knew exactly what he was doing!” Raoul snapped unfeelingly. “I’d stake my life on it. He probably had this cool, calculating, calm even, look on his face as he killed that man. Then he laughed. He stood there and laughed as he snuffed out an innocent man’s life.” He noticed that she was crying but he forced himself to ignore it. He wasn’t yet finished. “I’ve no sympathy for a man like that. None. His kind belongs in that sort of place.”
He then grew even more incensed when she compared him to a child. “A child?! You can’t possibly be serious!” he exclaimed, baffled as well as outraged. “Might I remind you that that thing is about as old as the both of us combined, and has been on this earth long enough to know right from wrong. He is all grown up dar—Christine.” He refrained from using words of endearment since she didn’t. “A grown man who possesses a conscience. He just chooses to turn it off so that he can indulge in his own twisted desires, such as bloodlust. He’s an animal, a monster, who ought to be caged!” He was losing his temper rather quickly and he wasn’t finished. “You speak of him as if…as if he’s your lover!” he spat angrily.
This was difficult, trying to keep his anger in check, trying not to let his hatred show so that he wouldn’t lose her as Edouard had lost his wife, but the conversation was reminding him more and more of the ones he had had with the Vicomtesse, and that both troubled and worried him. It would seem that no matter what he did…no. He wouldn’t think that. He inhaled sharply and turned his back to her. “You won’t let me?” he asked, his voice unnaturally calm. “Let’s make one thing clear. I love you and only want what’s best for you—but I will pursue justice. And I won’t let anything stand in the way of making sure he gets his comeuppance…not even you.” He was still the Vicomte, he was still the one in control. In control… It sickened him to the stomach that he was doing this to her but it was the only way…the only way to keep her. “Do you love me? Do you love me more than him?” he asked, his voice returning to normal, except now it was pleading as he turned around, his blue eyes earnestly begging her for an answer. “I only do this for you…I only…my only joy is in keeping you safe…and through safety I hope that one day you can learn to love me as much as I do you and be happy. So please, tell me the truth and I’ll stop this all if you ask it of me. I must know.”
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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 Sept 14, 2012 22:10:07 GMT -5
((Sorry it's semi-suckish. I got interruped multiple times while writing .-.))
Christine stood there as Raoul spoke to her, every harsh, hate-fulled word driving into her and beating her, like a barrage of daggers. Her rosy lips trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks as she listened, taking in every syllable. Perhaps the Phantom had done wrong, but no one deserved to be locked in a cage like some sort of animal! “He is not a monster, Raoul, and he is not my lover! How can you possibly be so cruel?” Her voice was strained with emotion as she attempted to speak through her tears. She didn't understand what was happening. She had never seen him this way before, and frankly, it frightened her a little. Why was he upset with her? What had she done?...
She stared down at the floor when he turned his back to her, the tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Raoul, I do love you. I thought you knew that I love you... Why are you asking me this?” She didn't look up to meet his eyes when he returned his gaze to her. She only held her arms, sort of hugging herself, and remained in tears while staring at the floor.
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Sept 16, 2012 12:01:11 GMT -5
“Yes he is! How can you not see that?” he demanded, temper rising by the second. When she accused him of being cruel, he struggled to keep from shouting. “I’m cruel? I, whose only sin was to love you for five years of my life—despite the fact that if my family knew the depth of my feelings they would surely disown me—am the cruel one? He’s enslaved your mind, held the entire company hostage for years and murdered two innocent men, and I am cruel.” He shook his head, enraged, turning away from her.
He was silent when she repeated that she loved him, and he was struck by the honesty in her voice and the fact that she was again, crying, due to something he had said. “Because I want to be sure. I want to be sure that you love me enough to spend the rest of your life with me.” he stated, finally turning around and ambling to her side. “That is what I asked you on the roof, is it not? I can't share you with him, Christine. My heart wouldn't be able to take that.” His blue eyes softened when he saw how in despair she was, and he inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to lash out like that.”
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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 Sept 29, 2012 4:26:40 GMT -5
Christine stared at the dusty raked floor of the house in tears. What had she done wrong? She couldn't understand it. She had only just arrived there and already it was as if she were obscuring some sort of important justice system of which she was completely unaware. Yes, she was afraid of the man, but she did not think that he deserved to be treated like some sort of a caged animal...
She listened as he continued, allowing her tears to flow. She felt his footsteps as he moved toward her and just hugged her arms, continuing to look down as she cried. She didn't know how he could reply to him. He was her teacher. No amount of fear could ever take that away. She couldn't help that... She only dared to look up at him when he apologized for lashing out at her. She wiped away a few tears from her pale blue eyes which were nor puffy ad red from crying, and glazed over with the liquid of her tears yet unspilt. That wasn't like the Raoul she knew as a child, to lash out at her so suddenly...
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Sept 30, 2012 1:08:50 GMT -5
“Christine, please…I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, darling.” Raoul said softly as he took another step toward her. “It’s just…I don’t want to lose you. Not after being away from you for so long. I never told you then and it’s my biggest regret, but I loved you all those years ago. And when I had to leave…it felt like I was leaving my heart behind. You can’t imagine how my heart soared when I saw you again. I thought perhaps we might have had a chance—regardless of whatever my family said. I was—and am—very much in love with you.”
He paused a moment and then took her hand and kissed it tenderly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want him to hurt you—when the chandelier dropped…” Or rather, when you told me it dropped, “My heart stopped. I can’t imagine living in a world without you, and frankly I don’t want to. Even if you despise me—and considering the things I said to you, you’ve every right to despise me.” he murmured sadly, dropping her hand and lowering his head.
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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 Oct 1, 2012 4:47:38 GMT -5
Christine watched him as he moved closer to her, and then let out a soft sigh and looked down at the dusty floor once ore. “You're not going to lose me, Raoul, so long as you keep your promise...” She looked back up at him. “I do love you. Please don't forget it.”
She couldn't help but to allow a small smile to come to her rosy lips when he told her that he didn't want to live in a world without her. She wiped away a few more of her tears. “Raoul, I'm fine. See? Not hurt at all. That's what's important, right?” She shook her head a little and then went to him, lifting his chin a bit so he had to look her in the face once more. “I don't despise you. I don't think that I could ever be able to despise you.”
She smiled a bit more to try to lighten up the mood. “You know, if we don't o soon, we'll be too late for supper” she said, taking a couple of seconds to give a bit of an adorable pout to him. “And I still need to change out of this costume. What do you say we leave this dusty old place and you show me around a bit. Maybe I can find something more... dinner appropriate to change into.”
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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
Posts: 414
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Post by Raoul Christophe de Chagny on Oct 18, 2012 23:57:05 GMT -5
“You know I’d never break it. Of course I’ll keep my promise, I swear. I couldn’t ever stop loving you, Christine.” Raoul answered unwaveringly, gazing straight at her. “I have for years. I was afraid of it then, when we were children…I didn’t know what it was I felt so I didn’t tell you. But I’m unashamed. And if Phillippe disapproves so be it but I love you. I always have and I’ll never stop.” he declared. Why hadn’t he had the courage to say it before he’d left? If he had then God knew what would have happened before then.
He looked away until he felt her hand under his chin, lifting his head up so that he could see her face. “You mean that? Thank you…” he murmured, resting his hand on her cheek. “I missed you so much when I was away—hearing your voice, seeing you smile, hearing you laugh…I hope that things could be a little like they were before. When we were friends.” The situation had changed clearly, and he was glad of it, but he had liked it when she was his confidante—his one true friend that he knew he could depend on. He was of course glad their relationship had finally progressed to beyond that, but he did hope that she still trusted him.
He smiled at her mention of supper and nodded. “You’re right.” Chuckling a bit at the look on her face, he offered her his arm. “As you wish, Miss Daaé.”
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