#fillescharmxnt

[spunfaerietalesa]

@fillescharmxnt​ liked for a starter from Beauty

“Please do sing for us Madame De Changy, it’s not often a world-famous singer comes to our court.”

[extraordinarygrrls]

“Beyond the Grave”--@fillescharmxnt

“Ah, yes... I’ve heard of you, Christine Daae...” Adele spoke quietly and wistfully, she was a tiny woman, you could crush the poor lady with a hug. She attempted a smile to the blonde. “Jammes has told me all about you... About all of the little dancers...” She was struggling to stay standing, and slumped down on a chair. 

“You must excuse me, I haven’t been feeling very well. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” She had to be fine, for her daughter she had to be. She couldn’t leave her baby girl alone. She knew how hard Jammes was working to take care of her. The guilt overtook her, crippled her. “Such a beautiful young woman, aren’t you?”

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[walkingshcdow-a]

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“Really?”  A wide, fascinated grin creeping across her face, Meg crept closer to the wall paneling in the ballet corps dressing room.  What were commonly known as the “dormitories” were in reality a simple line of cots and pillow nests the girls would erect for late nights and early mornings when going home was impossible, and Meg had set up her own bedding closer to the corner tonight.  There was a section of plaster that was peeling and cracking, and it was the perfect place to whisper to the Opera Ghost when no one else could hear.  “And here Joseph Buquet wants us all to think you’ve never left the opera house… where did you go?”

The excitement in Little Giry’s voice did things to Erik he had not anticipated. The girl could not see his face; her curiosities were aroused by his stories. His life. His words. His voice. Unseen, he smiled and put a hand to the wall.Quaking, his fingers pressed the stone masonry firmly and he shut his eyes. A smile flickered across the Opera Ghost’s face, lamplike and glowing. 

“There are times I forget I ever did leave,” Erik says. “I have lived so many lifetimes, my dear... so many. I have been to Asia Minor and the Far East. I have been as far North as Russia and as far south as the Punjab. The roads of Europe I know as well as the veins of my hand. Joseph Buquet’s poor mind could not conceive the lives I have lived... what does he truly know of the Opera Ghost? What does anyone?”

[spunfaerietalesa]

@fillescharmxnt​ liked for a starter with Cendrillon

“Brava, brava, bravissima! You were wonderful, my dear!”

[extraordinarygrrls]

‘‘You were supposed to be keeping a lookout!’’ --Meg for Jammes (@fillescharmxnt)

“I’m sorry, okay?” Jammes rubbed her arm, she didn’t like disappointing Meg, or any of the Corps. Without them she’d be alone, but the only thing that was more important to her than the dancers was a good mystery, or a link to the one she was solving. 

“Monsieur Andre threw this on the ground, it’s from the Opera Ghost! Whatever he wrote must’ve really angered him.” Without a second thought she reopened it, she knew it wasn’t right to open people’s mail but ends justify the means. 

Jammes’ freckled face scrunched up in thought as she read it. “Here’s what simply doesn’t add up with the Opera Ghost. What would a ghost need with money? This much money? 20,000 francs is more money than I’ve ever seen in my whole life!” It almost angered her as much as it did her manager, he didn’t work for his pay, all he did was taunt and torment people.

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[walkingshcdow-a]

🎰--@fillescharmxnt

Random Ships | Selectively Accepting!

Percy Blakeney/Christine Daae

Sogand Khan/Christine Daae

Cora Stein/Christine Daae

Lorelei/Meg Giry

Nadir Khan/Meg Giry

Maleficent/Meg Giry

[extraordinarygrrls]

👗--Christine to Jammes (fillescharmxnt)

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

Christine had acted as a mother to Jammes, even before her own had passed not too long ago. Her and Meg had taken the liberty to make the Opera House feel like home. Jammes always saw it as another world, a different planet to explore.

Now, Christine was fixing her skirt, torn by her exploration. “He was in the rafters.” She said. “I heard him, I almost swear that I saw some kind of... Shadow! He ducked out before I could get a good look, but then my skirt snagged on a set piece and then... Well... I slipped.” She knew how concerned Christine was for her safety, but nothing would stop her chase. No torn skirts or grazed knees are going to stand in her way.

“Have you ever... Y’know... Caught a sign of the ghost?”

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[viibrato-blog]

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  “I THINK IT is safe to say that once isn’t nearly enough to properly give a man real nightmares.” Such a thing was not enough to properly scare a man, and he was, after all, someone who particularly knew how bad nightmares could possibly be. Granted he was not intimidated, not in the slightest; not by her, and not by her own mother, though he certainly respected the latter more. A misbehaving cat was he not, but it was close enough of a definition, for he found all of this to be most amusing to say the least. The opera was his playground, and he could ( both literally and metaphorically! ) knock things over if he wished so without much repercussion or any consequences.