This has to be the first illustration for my ‘Time Cronicals’. Read the text below to catch what's happening😜 (the piece of the Chapter 1)
‘Christine made a timid step towards him. She didn't even think what was she doing, but she had a hope that the thing she was going to perpetrate won't make anyone suffer.
No, the girl didn't want to kill the Phantom at all, she even didn't have any weapon, unlike him - or rather, no: Christine had the weapon of some sort, the stronger one then anything he could even imagine. And it was his own love. Yes, evil one, yes, wicked one, yes, egoistic one - but love. And that's why Christine decided to act as the spirit moved her. She hoped she wouldn't lose this battle.
She made one another step and found herself knee-deep in the bone-freezing water. She even didn't wince or heft her skirts as a matter of course.
Life or death? Punishment or prize? Joy or misery? She didn't know.
‘Pitiful creature of darkness... What kind of life had you known. God gives me courage to show you: you are not alone!’
Hasn't believe. Still does not believe... So what?! She'll make, she'll make him believe in it, that he's not that disadvantaged, not an aggrieved small child. Tut-tut!.. All his selfishness only comes from his own self-pity! In whatever way he hated himself for his appearance, he all the same made the indulgences for himself much more then for other people.
Christine was angry. Very angry!.. But now she had to play the sweet bride. Living wife. Sometimes, dreaming aloud, he called her that way. It always sounded so oddly.
Daaé stood on tiptoe and, pulling her face internally, clasped her hands over his strong neck, tense shoulders. The Phantom was ready to take Vicomte's life each moment, so he continued clenching the noose with both hands.
It seemed he was surprised by his ex-protege's action, but he didn't even make a movement. Christine realized it was too late for drawing back. The step was already done. And so, without a twinge of conscience, with no pity for Phantom, with no shame for herself, with no compassion for the Vicomte, she brought her own face closer to the face of this unbearable man and bestowed the long, firm kiss on his half-opened lips. Then she moved over. Are you pleased with the end of our game now? - her eyes demanded. She was not sure about the answer. But her Mentor made the next step by himself, losing one hand's hold of the noose and embracing the girl's frozen body by this hand. However, Daaé couldn't feel any improvement in her condition, because this hand was also almost icy.
She was kissed - and the kiss was not like the previous. She had not been released for ages. She was pressed to his very heart, maybe in hope that its hard and trembling beat would melt the ice in Christine's soul. But no: there in her soul she was entirely resisting the things happening... The way her body answered it.
The surprised, no, even astonished gasp got to her ear from the grille where Raoul was tied. It's all right, dear, - Christine addressed him mentally, - We will escape this damned place! He'll give up... You will see!
And it was the last thing she thought. Because the firm stone under their feet disappeared suddenly, and she instinctively caught hold of the shirt on the Phantom's chest. It seemed, he lost the hold on his noose; they were sinking down and down.
How could I ever miss it! - Christine thought furiously. - Even here this madman laid in a trap!.. She was in no hurry to shake herself loose from the man's grasp, but it surely was because of the instinct of self-preservation and not because the Phantom's embrace was something pleasant. Anyway, what could she hope for? For Phantom could just let her and her beloved go?.. Well, it would be unbelievably stupid. However, if he really wanted to win her love, he had obviously failed right in the beginning.
Christine felt sick. She closed her eyes and nestled her cheek against his wide-open shirt band under protest.’
Now you can see this couple surely is getting in some trouble 🙂 [Help message: They are in a ‘time warp’ on their way into our XXI age, February 2018😎]
