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this blog is under hiatus . find me on @inbox5 ;)

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tbh, lately i haven't been feeling christine too much so i was thinking about staying only on erik as a phantom muse and set up a blog for Kim Hwa-Yon from Bulgasal Immortal Souls or making a multimuse full of my faves, or even setting up my OC. i don't know :(

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heeey i'm finally feeling a bit better so i'm back here and on erik to write, finally ! and plot too, so hit dm's if you feel like it <3

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im very, very sick so i won't be around anywhere. not here or erik (though feel free to send memes for christine or him!!!)

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make me choose ➛ @auroracycle asked: christine daaé or meg giry?

“𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒆.”

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christine brushed prettily, eyelashes kissing her cheeks. she didn't want to be so easily conquered, though. she didn't want to look too affected by his words even though all of her, soul and body, was ! it would create too much gossip, and the fact he once more sought her in her dressing room could indeed anger the voice if he ever discovered. if the voice was angered, she'd be left in silence. and silence drove her to tears.

but it was the boy who had gotten her red scarf fom the sea ! and that young boy was all heart ever wanted, the person her mind let her to when thinking of better days and good, warm memories. the soprano smiled at him, against it all. ❝ you flatter me too much. angels are real, but i'm not one of them. ❞  she replied softly, her eyes traveling to the mirror quickly before turning to him. raoul's hopeful and adoring gaze pulled her in, and any thoughts of her tutor went away. fading into the back of her mind. she swore she could hear waves now, and laughter, and a violin...

❝ oh, did i promise? i don't remember those words... ❞  she provoked him, a cheeky smile appearing on features. hands reached for a coat, covering the humble yet pretty evening gown she had decided to wear. it was an escapade from those days of doubt, of surprises, of journeys. ❝ i accept your company, of course. gladly. as long as you don't treat me like a prima donna - leave that to carlotta ! i'd rather you to see me as christine, not an actress that would refuse you simply because she's too busy . ❞  like she only saw him as her sweetheart even after all those years, when should see him as the vicomte he had grown to be.

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❝ i do not know how you manage it, ❞ the vicomte says with a shake of his head, his eager smile the only thing betraying his true intent for being at her dressing-room door once again. ❝ you inspire all of paris, little lotte! your voice, ❞ he says, presenting the bouquet to her that he had kept hidden behind his back, ❝ is just as beautiful as i remember, all those years ago... you are an angel sent from heaven, christine. do you know this? ❞

he waits for her to take them, his smile lingering. his wide blue eyes are so full of hope, so full of adoration.

❝ i would ask of your company, if you would have me... i know you are busy now as an actress. forgive me for my forwardness, but i remember you had promised we would have a meal together — ❞

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❝ the aristocracy that attends the opera never caught my attention. ❞  christine told @stjusts with a bit of shame. she knew she now was a london socialité, and so beautiful, apparently so well-versed as well. it was a weird sensation to be talking to her so far away from the country they both knew. the opera singer looked around, seeing the hundred of unknown smiles ; curiosity rising, but still just barely. ❝ i can't say that much has changed i'm afraid. oh, i'm deeply sorry madame! it must sound very rude. but my honesty unfortunately got the best of me. ❞ 

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❝ monsieur erik? ❞  christine called, in deep thought and aprehension. any comfort that the angel of music had brought had vanished, leaving only doubt and the small details of a childish fear. no, he would never hurt ! - but she would do it to herself by believing again. harm herself. deceiving her own mind to linger to the voice that gave her music after the whole world went silent. ❝ is... is there another dress i can wear? something comfortable, please? ❞  her poor dressing gown looked far too dirty now, and she wore it since he brought her here, to his home. to this darkness. though she wouldn't deny that if he had indeed separed dresses for her to wear...

... had @delanuit been planning this for long? it was a way of discovering it ! why would a man such as him need gowns of all sorts?

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DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm

get behind me.

go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so.

are you all right? where are you hurt?

over my dead body.

i promised them i'd keep you safe.

i sleep better when you're next to me.

are you serious? i'm not letting you risk your life.

don't go. it's safer here.

i should have been here. this is my fault.

here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary.

they told me to watch you.

i won't let anyone lay a hand on you.

stay close to me.

i'm not worth saving. please.

can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.

it's too dangerous out there.

i thought i'd lost you.

can you hear me? hello? where are you?

they're all afraid of me.

they told me you'd be trouble. clearly that was an understatement.

one of us has to make it out of here.

is that a bruise?

get back. get back right now.

did they touch you?

i already lost you once. i'm not going to lose you again.

a few more steps. we're nearly there. i've got you.

where does it hurt? let me see.

oh my god, you're covered in blood.

i love you, but you have to go.

climb on my back. i'll carry you.

i wish you'd stay.

i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you.

stay with me. i can keep you safe.

no. i've made my decision. you're staying here.

holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened?

we have to get inside right now.

quick! hide! in here!

if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.

if they attack again, we'll be ready.

this never should have happened.

i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back.

you're all right. you're safe. it's over.

i'll feel better once you're out of this.

i don't have nightmares when you're here.

where have you been? i've been calling you all night.

your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on?

i don't want anything to happen to you.

i can't stand the thought of losing you.

i won't let them touch you.

when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.

where'd they go? i'll give them a piece of my mind.

here. squeeze my hand if it hurts.

i'll lay beside you.

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

i don't want you to die, okay?

listen to me! i know what i'm doing!

i can't lose you again!

do you hear me? i love you! i've always loved you.

i've got you. i'm right here.

can i stay? i'll take the couch.

tell them you're with me.

you can make it. i believe in you.

are you kidding me? who decided this?

here, i'll pick you up.

get back in the car. i'll handle this.

if anyone can do it, it's you.

let me carry you to safety.

i don't do well when you're away.

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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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ok. if you're seeing this blog is because i had to delete fantomise since tumblr didn't reply to me or revise it and it continued to be flagged. deeply sorry to bother everyone with all of this moving, but it truly wasn't my intention. hopefully, this one continues intact !

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𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑨𝑬 / A META ON SOCIAL INTERACTIONS, MANNEURISMS &. PERSONALITY.

when she was younger, christine used to be considered extroverted. she was known for her easy smiles and conversations, always starting them with anyone that crossed her path without wondering if they wished to listen her or not. she was a performer at fairs, soft-spoken, gentle, loud and yet never shy. christine carried wit and mischief, smirking and smiling and even pranking friends. hands and feet were always moving somehow, anxious, showcasing her neverending excitement for all that surrounded her. conversations with her used to be simple ; about the most simple things, topics, philosophies. actually, she liked the most futile subjects: fairytales, dolls, music. she didn't want to know about the great performers, though. she liked the folklores of the countries she and her father visited. even when about to reach womanhood, christine was perhaps considered childish for her age, possessing no true knowledge about being a lady.

but, after she grew, christine began to considered a shy person, though that's not exactly true. she's simply very reserved, hiding things about herself and her own beliefs. christine never ceased to be kind and is open to starting conversations - but, she often prefers the silence of her own thoughts. she has her own world; her phylosophies, since she considers them unusual, are only shared to the dearest ones, the ones close to her heart. christine carries herself with grace & beauty, very unlike her child-self who possessed neither. this comes directly from the valerius couple, who influenced and taught her etiquette, but there is a certain negligence to it if she's feeling particularly tired. christine is also considered very prudish. that's because she doesn't attend many social events, and doesn't talk about suitors to anyone. she seems to have no interest in that, and that's somewhat true. she is very open and extroverted, she's simply more restrict about whom she shows such side. deep within, there is still place for taunting and playing. after her father's death and the events with the phantom, there's always a gloomy air emanating from her figure, and you can see a deep sadness within her eyes and smile.

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she'd knocked on that door carrying all of the world's hopes. going against all whispers of oddity. when @ithas opened, the young lost girl exclaimed with despair. ❝ are you a doctor ? they say you are... please, help me. ❞  / sc.

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like this for a one liner call !

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this might sound so old school but gosh i love gin.a bec.k's christine.

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𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 ━━━━━━ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 . 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 . 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁-𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂 , 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂 , 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴 , 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 . 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 .

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certainly he looked as if he was the one who'd been scared. uncomfortable poise, uncertain tone of voice. her amusement grew before the situation, setting aside her wild annoyance and replacing it with a quirk of the brow —⁠ was he wondering, questioning, what to do next? most likely. little did he know that the young singer was doing the very same, except now, she was perked by some unknown curiosity to do anything but run and hide. he's a sorcerer, one of the many of this world they lived in. at least, she liked to call them so —⁠ it reminded her of childhood stories christine deeply wished were real. a way of bringing them to life.

it blossomed so naturally she felt her cheeks be set aflame, rosed &. pretty &. perhaps too improper for the situation they were set. christine hid her laugh behind gloved hand, looking at him with childish mirth. ❝ i'm so sorry, monsieur. this joy is not at you, but because of you. ❞  i'm not mad ! not mad ! merely too lost in thoughts, seeing things unseen, and believing them wholeheartedly. ❝ it is simply too comical to have the man who frigthened me scort me home. i should yell at such insolence, and yet, you are very kind to offer. ❞  she bowed her head in appreciation, grief striken eyes sparkling. christine nodded towards the busy street behind them. so full of life, and so dull at the same time. ❝ if the offer is from your heart, i accept. it's getting late —⁠ as my guardian can not fetch me today. ❞  a white lie. her guardian was a sickly shape in a bed, so dearly loved that it hurt her. but christine was tired of walking alone. she'd rather walk with the shadows than own her own.

          THE SILENCE STRETCHES BETWEEN THEM FOR A LONG          moment,   uncomfortable rather than tense.   a new development in itself   ;   a more common reaction?   fear,   aggression,   both.   it gives aleksandr pause when he should make haste to leave.   pack up what few belongings he owns,   never look back.   his own fault,   too———   one might think a childhood sneaking in the shadows would have taught him something   .  .  .   it has!   but his mother scolding the weakness of his heart ten years ago is still true today,   will still be true tomorrow.    ( OR SO YOU HOPE. )    he curses it now,   of course.   the town had been pleasant to reside in,   however temporary the residence would have been.    " i   .  .  .   won't? "    &  still he hovers  &  were he anyone else,   it would almost be normal.   lingering,   hoping for connection where none can come to blossom.   all this he is aware of   ;   but what boy has never sought increasingly creative ways to break their own heart?    " will you be well for your way   .  .  .   home?   back inside?   somewhere?"    the offer is not so thinly veiled,   or so he hopes.   sneak a few more moments,   maybe a smile,   before your paths never cross again.   prove you are not the danger lurking in the dark,   no matter what everyone tells you.   what you have seen for yourself.    ( DO NOT THINK ABOUT HOW HEARTWRENCHING THIS TRULY IS. )    " i could make sure you get there in one piece. "    briefly,   he considers offering a name  &  doesn't.   it would be a lie,   it would have to be a lie  &  the stars are too pretty tonight to be dimmed by ugly lies.