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independent roleplay blog for christine daaé from the novel the phantom of the opera ( characterization musical & novel based ) multiverse | multiship | adaptive of length & formatting style | oc friendly | chatty mun tbh
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hi !!!
i was listening to all i ask of you and got nostalgic for christine muse :’)
HELLO, HI. !!!! this blog has had 7K pageviews since I’ve been active which is crazy and doesn’t make sense. ok then. anyway, i just wanted to stop in and say HELLO!!!!!!! bc I haven’t checked in in a while ; & i know some of you i haven’t spoken to since i went hiatus so ??? i’m extremely active OVER HERE if you still want to interact uwu.
squints at this blog dips toes in
winks at everyone tbh. like for a starter this weekend : )
❛ merry christmas to all, and to all a good night. ❜
oh gosh why are you all still he R E. i'm so sorry for my absence -- if you would like to catch me on my very/most active blog rn, boo.
winks at everyone christine daaé has not dropped from the face of the earth. i'm probably irrelevant by now but. i am to be back on this account this week. xoxoxo
!!! G I V E A W A Y !!!
hello, very important people! I can’t believe how welcomed I’ve felt & how receptive people have been to peeta —— just over two weeks of creating this silly baguette and there are almost 400 of you! GOSH!!! this is a little thank you thing! for fun! :) I really appreciate how kind you’ve all been & how fun this muse is already !!! my little buddy and I love being here !!! GIVEAWAY GUIDELINES: i. likes & reblogs count! ii. mbf !! thank you !! iii. ends when I hit next milestone! iv. every time you reblog, remind yourself that you are important :) number of winners depends on number of notes — ! each winner will get 25 icons with specifications of their choice ! examples:
( pxntmercy ) ;;
christian will just -- wrap her cheeks in his palms and dip a smiling countenance to press lips against her forehead ------ ❝ hello. ❞
!! UPDATE !!
GUYS. yes, I’m still here! so sorry for the absence. christine is still my baby && I don’t plan on going anywhere! that being said ;; the approach of the mockingjay premiere has kicked my peeta muse into full gear. this blog will be on SEMI HIATUS until after the premiere date ( 11.21 ) & around thanksgiving!!! thanks for understanding!
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Cosette will simply pluck some flowers, pull them apart, and arrange the petals in a small heart formation on his chest. Just a simple gesture -- and she is not quite sure if he is asleep or not.
The most gentle tickle stirs him and Christian allows a gentle mewl ofalertness fall from his throat; tired eyeswill blink open & gleam with curiosity upon his discovery of her tiny art uponhis own skin. He’s careful not to disturb the beautiful arrangement across his heart —- Christian smiles, countenance shading to that of enamored adoration, and he cannot imagine how anyone could deserve someone as remarkably thoughtful as her. " — … Beautiful, " he’ll say, cheeks red — of course, hemeans both the art over hisheart & its artist of whom he cherishes there.
"Do you, darling? Do you really know him?” he teased, “You didn’t know him well enough to see this coming. Didn’t know me. Quite rude of you, really to not take the time to say hello.” He took pleasure in the fact that his monologue would only serve to confuse her more. Confusion, he found, was linked closely with a certain delicious sense of helplessness. It was one thing to bind her physically. It was yet another thing to have her mind in his clutched.
"You seem to be talking just fine tied up,” he said, sounding bored and irritated. “Good grief, you’re a broken record, aren’t you? Am I going to have to stuff your panties down your throat?” he smiled at her to indicate how, despite the chastising way he spoke to her, like punishing a child, the idea caused him great pleasure.
"I know I don’t have to. But what says I don’t want to?”
Fear constricted her breathing and for a few silent moments she visibly shuddered, fingers curling into clenched fists as though to anchor her array of mismatched thoughts; she didn't know what to do, didn't know what to think, and sudden confusion devoured her mind without warning. Again, Christine reprimanded herself for trusting Joe -- for trusting anyone.
She bit her lip until it hurt to keep from crying and contemplated the course of action to take; it was becoming more & more hopeless, and the heaviness weighted so ardently on her heart that Christine was forced to swallow thickly before speaking again.
"Joe," her voice shook, though a deep breath kept her composure relatively strong. "Joe, listen to me. I don't know how you can enjoy this, but -- you do, and I'm not ... trying to sound like a broken record. I'll do whatever you want. We can talk about this. I know you don't want this -- I know you."
!! UPDATE !!
GUYS. yes, I'm still here! so sorry for the absence. christine is still my baby && I don't plan on going anywhere! that being said ;; the approach of the mockingjay premiere has kicked my peeta muse into full gear. this blog will be on SEMI HIATUS until after the premiere date ( 11.21 ) & around thanksgiving!!! thanks for understanding!
( find me here )
❛❛ Don’t trust her.
I did, and she tried to K I L L me. ❜❜
c a p i t o l
His smile! — did he hear the tiny sound her heart forced her throat to make? Hopefully not, for fear it may sprout roses soon.
” — Are you — cold? Is it cold? Your face is a pink — a very pretty pink. I mean it was pretty before — but now, it’s — prettier. “
Oh dear — could she work to make him warmer? Or could she gather him up in the loveliest of flowers, for he is the creator of them, is he not?
So glad to see her, Christian is -- ! Warmth snakes round his chest and he finds himself sputtering in breath, captured by how she seems to G L O W -- ... Ah, she has noticed his flushed cheeks -- does she realize the effect of her presence as well? Christian's cheeks flush brighter! " Oh ... a little cold, perhaps. Though my heart is quite the opposite. "
