To Think of Her 🥀
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To Think of Her 🥀
*at a coffee shop*
Christine: I'll have a small latte please.
Raoul: ...don't you mean... Little Latte
Christine:
“Come on, then! Hit me!” (to Raoul)
@mvsicoftheniight
“With pleasure, Monsieur.”
Raoul de Chagny did not need to be asked twice. He certainly wasn’t afraid to lay a hand on Erik; he was a naval man, after all, and that came with training. Stepping into the punch, Raoul swung his fist forward, aiming for the ‘Opera Ghost’s unmasked cheek.
I always said Raoul should be a model
Raoul de Chagny
He clutched his chest with both hands, in an attempt to quieten his heart. But you cannot muzzle a heart as you would a hound. And even a hound muzzled with two hands - to prevent it from barking unbearably - can still be heard growling.
"I...I'm in love with you." (la-soprano-suedoise)
@la-soprano-suedoise
Send my muse "I…I'm in love with you." for my muse's reaction
Raoul could hardly believe his ears. For a moment, he simply blinked at Christine, convinced that he might have made it up. And then he was seized with the desire to sweep her into his arms and kiss her right then and there, but he knew how improper that would be.
“Christine...” The young Vicomte’s voice was filled with the warmth and tenderness that he always felt when he was with Christine, and he reached out gently to take her hands. “My darling, you don’t know how happy... I...” Were there tears in his eyes? “I love you too. I love you, Christine Daaé.”
@thedemonhunterscousin
He didn’t know what to do. He’d searched the theatre several times over, scoured her dressing room, waited, hoped, prayed. Raoul had spoken to the police but, as there was no sign of a struggle or an abduction, they didn’t see it as suspicious. Performers often disappeared, he’d been told, often ran away with admirers. He hadn’t slept since the day Alex had vanished. He’d hardly eaten either. Raoul was pale, a little clammy, and shivering slightly as he sat in Sarah’s living room, his head falling into his hands every so often, tears appearing much more frequently.
"He can't know!" ~ (Who is 'he'? Depends on if you want to RP Erik or Raoul!)
@your-precious-little-ingenue
“Christine, my darling, why must you be so worried? This Erik cannot possibly hear us; he cannot be everywhere at once.”