ｓｅｒａｐｈｉｃ! / AP

Independent. Selective. Private. Christine Daae. 

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Christine looked up toward the Phantom, she didn’t want to stay she wanted to go back to her dressing room. “No.. not right now” She admitted quietly, tears welling in her eyes. “I want to go back to my dressing room” 

He frightened her, that much was certain. “I just want to go back” She stated quietly.

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He looks at her his golden eyes pleading a she says those word that made his heart feel like it was breaking into a million pieces, finally he glanced at the ground in resignation of the inevitable and nods. “Alright, you may go” he says.

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"I..do not know the way back" she admitted soft eyes glancing to the phantom. It was like a maze down here and Christine knew that she would most certainly get lost. "Can you..guide me back?" She asked tentiavely. She wasn't sure if Erik would send her back, though she thought she should ask in case he did.

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“yes, i can” She commented, “but tonight I promised, I cannot let him down”

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Christine looked up to Raoul, a small smile upon her features. “Raoul, I can’t.. not tonight I’m sorry, the angel of music is very strict” 

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He gave her a disappointed look. “Are you sure, Christine? He probably won’t find out, it’s not like he has eyes everywhere”

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“Raoul, I’m certain” Christine replied, taking hold of his hands. “I promise, tomorrow we can go for dinner” She gave him a gentle smile, a small smile if that. 

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He sighed and sat down next to her. “Christine…are you afraid of your angel?”

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“Afraid? why would I be afraid” she asked a confused expression upon her porcelain features. “he’s my angel of music.. he just has strict terms that’s all”

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He nods, running his fingers through her hair. “Sounds to me like he doesn’t want you to have any fun.”

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“no, i suppose he doesn’t” christine stated with a small laugh “I guess he just wants me to progress”

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Christine looked up to Raoul, a small smile upon her features. “Raoul, I can’t.. not tonight I’m sorry, the angel of music is very strict” 

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He gave her a disappointed look. “Are you sure, Christine? He probably won’t find out, it’s not like he has eyes everywhere”

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“Raoul, I’m certain” Christine replied, taking hold of his hands. “I promise, tomorrow we can go for dinner” She gave him a gentle smile, a small smile if that. 

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He sighed and sat down next to her. “Christine…are you afraid of your angel?”

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“Afraid? why would I be afraid” she asked a confused expression upon her porcelain features. “he’s my angel of music.. he just has strict terms that’s all”

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@insolent-boy-slave-of-fashion 

Christine looked up to Raoul, a small smile upon her features. “Raoul, I can’t.. not tonight I’m sorry, the angel of music is very strict” 

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He gave her a disappointed look. “Are you sure, Christine? He probably won’t find out, it’s not like he has eyes everywhere”

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“Raoul, I’m certain” Christine replied, taking hold of his hands. “I promise, tomorrow we can go for dinner” She gave him a gentle smile, a small smile if that. 

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@insolent-boy-slave-of-fashion 

Christine looked up to Raoul, a small smile upon her features. “Raoul, I can’t.. not tonight I’m sorry, the angel of music is very strict” 

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@xxthe-music-of-the-nightxx continued 

Christine looked up toward the Phantom, she didn’t want to stay she wanted to go back to her dressing room. “No.. not right now” She admitted quietly, tears welling in her eyes. “I want to go back to my dressing room” 

He frightened her, that much was certain. “I just want to go back” She stated quietly.

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@mvsicoftheniight 

“Well you better hurry up and think of something dear because the show is in five days”

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slowly bringing Christine back. Dropping all threads and starting new.

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As promised a while ago here is a cover of moi singing think of me, I missed the Cadenza by a split second but ignore that.. please no hate.. 

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Sorry for not being here, I have appeared to lost my muse.. hopefully I’ll be back soon <3

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Actually don’t feel like replying right now so I’ll reply just before I go to bed 

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Up early for a driving lesson that I wish I didn't have... Then I have about an hour until my boyfriend is round. So I'll try reply in that time. Wish I could sleep more though least I can tomorrow and it's my birthday!

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PSA I will be on SEMI HIATUS from tomorrow until next Monday!

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INSIDE MY MIND - I made a new theme background! 

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Erik could not think about Gustave, or ehat was he to do, now now. The masked man sank lower, coming closer and pulling his beloved angel into his arms. Where were medics?! “Christine…” he called softly, pressing his lips to her forehead “Christine, my dearest, look at me… hold on, help shall be here soon”.

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Christine looked up toward Erik, tears in her eyes. She placed a hand upon the side of his face, she wasn’t sure how long she had left, whether it was minutes or hours. Blue kind eyes rest upon his greenish gold ones. “Promise me that if.. if I go.. look after our son” 

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Erik felt relief, guilt and worry rise through his veins. The Phantom understood Meg’s strike of insanity was his fault, he indeed had been blind and denied everything this poor girl had done for him. “Give the gun, Meg” he spoke softly “I know my wrongdoings now, and I see the beauty underneath. I swear to you I shall never make such mistake again”.

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Meg sobbed gun still in hand, she seemed to be calming. Christine kept her eyes upon her son, though she saw the scene begin to get bad again, it was only a matter of moments before a shot was heard, she felt a pain in her side and she fell to her knees. “Mother!” Gustave stated in horror.

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Faster than an eye could blink, everything fell into mayhem. Meg screamed, realizing what she had done, Madame Giry cried. Erik yelled them to get help, and Madame dragged her insane-driven daughter away. The Phantom fell onto his knees next to Christine.

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Christine looked up towards Erik, Gustave by her side also. “I’ll go get father!” He cried, though Christine held him back “Gustave..wait..” She stated in a soft voice, “Your father.. your real father” She began, looking briefly to the Phantom. She knew she promised, but he had a right to know. 

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“Christine, no” Erik begged, eyed growing wide in horror. Gustave could never know this monster was his real father, even if… wven if they are left just two. No! That shall not happen! Christine will not perish!

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“I know I promised but he has to know” Christine responded to Erik’s pleas, “Your real father, is here” She stated giving Gustave the best smile she could muster. “My real..?” He trailed off, young eyes going to the masked man, giving a shake of his head. “No..” Christine took hold of her son’s hands, “Look with your heart Gustave and not your eyes” She reassured, though the ten year old ran off. “Gustave! Wait!” Christine called rushing to get up, though she instantly fell back down.