[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm. raoul to christine 👀
Christine hums to herself, swaying to some song in her head that only she can hear. It's only when she feels a gentle hand on her shoulder that she's pulled out of her thoughts, lifting her head to look up at Raoul. A small smile adorns her face, a blush spreading across her cheeks when Raoul takes her hand and presses his lips to the palm of it. He is so utterly sweet to her, isn't he?
She turns to fully face him, resting her other hand on his shoulder and her head against his chest. Christine closes her eyes, just listening to the beat of his heart against her ear. She is happy, content, many things that she hasn't been in quite some time. All her life, she's felt restless, like no one has ever truly seen her other than her father. His death left a gaping wound in her heart, but slowly, slowly, Raoul has started to help her stitch it up again.
"I missed you. Will you be staying long?" she asks, lifting her head to look up at him. "Will you see the show tonight? I'd like for you to."