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okay! i’m heading back to new york on saturday, so i’m spending these last few days w/ friends and family and my activity will be very lacking.

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

         chorus  girl’s  form  had  seated  beside  him  for  telling  of  OLD  russian  fairytale  (  selected,  for   her   sake,  to  be  free  of  tragedies  ),  coming  a l i v e  within  gloomy  stone  walls  at  extraordinary  talents  of  ventriloquist’s  voice.  vocal  alterations  of  a  theatric  manner  absorb  the  man’s  focus  so  much  so  that  he  does  not  initially  feel  gentle  weight  of  her  head,  rested  PEACEFULLY  in  his  lap.  fable  is  halted  abruptly  with  an  intake  of  breath,  pulse  leaping  behind  ribs.  heat  of  her  sleeping  body  warms  his  own,  &  be  it  in  a  moment  of  weary  delusion  or  otherwise,  she  seems  to  be  uncaring  of  such  close  intimacy !  opportunity  is  stolen  to  brush  thin  fingers  through  softness  of  tresses  in  a  caress.  delicately  shifting  so  that  serine  slumber  is  not  disturbed,  she  is  lifted  with      e a s e,  &  carried  with  caution  to  a  welcoming  bed.

     ℰ  —  pensive nod acknowledges blithe demeanor, mention of f o o d causing near withering stomach to growl. HUNGER was yet another thing accustomed to him. refilling with only water for seven days straight, sweets & hot chocolate might as well be a five course meal. eyes turning to parisian surroundings, the child bites his lip. ❝   there’s only so much i might say, if you want to keep the conversation l i g h t. ❞  

Politely, she chooses to ignore ghostly growl from new companion. Her heart went out to him, some sense of kinship forming in her toward this boy who was CAST OUT and alone. She gives yet another smile at they near house, small shrug of boney shoulders before she replies. “ Then tell me what you like. Tell me your favorite story. We’ll find something nice to discuss. ”

              similarly, monty had been quite transfixed on the young soprano and her particular prettiness, of both voice and appearance. a mention of his name to the owners once the performance had finished, after a brief conversation of quite pointless pleasantries, had secured him a tour of the entire building, on which they’d encountered the woman to whom he spoke presently. with pleasant charm, monty continued, “ i am sure there are many a fine opera houses in london that would be truly blessed to have such talent in their midst; though i cannot imagine anyone would be compelled to leave this grand city. ” had he himself been in a better position, he might’ve simply cancelled his return, though monty still had a few rungs to climb on the social latter.

Night’s performance had gone on SMOOTHLY, no spectral interference hindered any cast member’s participation, and for that- Christine was in a pleasant mood. The route off stage she’d taken had been chosen specifically to avoid lingering audience members ( to get back to guide and tutor as soon as she could, the hope of P R A I S E putting her to making quick work of the return ). That sense of urgency is not indulged when Andre’s voice calls her to himself, Firmin, and to the young man beside the two. Despite need to continue on her way, Christine allows polite smile to paint her lips, nodding coyly toward a compliment she barely heard before pulling herself to focus, to reply.        “ CITY OF LOVE, you can see it in everything. ” Paris, at times, felt more like a painting than a place, and she couldn’t blame visitors for being so enamored by it all. Leaving wasn’t an option for young soprano, she couldn’t imagine her Angel ever giving consent to a trip out of Paris, let alone to London. “ If I was without commitments, I think performing in London would be an honor, if they’re all as kind as you are monsieur...I don’t believe I caught your name? ”

And been graced with a taste Of the beauty underneath?

         ℰ  —  yearning is shared between the two, though ghost of a man lurking behind invisible door will only DREAM to shield her in his hold. she shall have to find sanctuary in his voice, instead. ❝   that you will do, dear christine, & yourself, in time. all of that is ahead of us, & i will sing to you now to e a s e your mind. ❞  infinitely softly at first, he does being to sing haunting melody of an old romany song through hollowed bricks  —  intended to caress, comfort.

Every word that rose and fell around her was nothing short of ENTRANCING. Thoughts fell distant as eyes scale the canvas of the mirror, the foggy memories of licking flames and violin solos weighed eyelids down until gaze was solely on own features. MAGIC, something holy and unattainable, had to be deeply rooted in the notes around her. If any doubt of her Angel’s identity existed in her, it dissolved within first verse. “ Välsigna dig, ängel. ”

LITTLE LOTTE THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

heyo, i’ll be on tomorrow-ish to do replies. LIKE FOR A STARTER in the mean time ?

    “The financial kind,” he hopes. “There are no kitchens on these grounds, and no     doubt both the employees of the opera and its guests have a need to be fed.” He     looks her over briefly, wonders if she happens to be one of the dancers or singers here.     He knows too little about theatre to imagine there are backstage chores a woman could     do. “I thought if I offered a discount to those attending the opera and a higher one     for the staff might make good business for the both of us. Does that sound enticing     to you? Or are you not allowed to have sweets?”

      “ NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE SWEETS ??  Monsieur, do I look like a little girl to you ?? ” While a healthy diet was suggested, borderline forced given the limited outs for indulgences, she doubted that herself, or any of the girls, would tolerate being told they weren’t permitted to treats. “ I don’t know much about business, but I think you would be making a very poor venture if you were offering discounts to a group who aren’t allowed to have it. ”

         ❛ careless ? ❜ raoul practically scoffed. ❛ this is our ONE chance, christine ! i don’t care if i’m being CARELESS when your safety is in question. ❜ he shakes his head, turning away slightly from christine as let out a breath that sounded more like HUFF. his arms were folded across his chest out of both annoyance &&. the frigid weather.

He was being CHILDISH ( all the concern over her naivety by men who didn’t seem older than fourteen ), she knew that, but still she couldn’t let him carry on like this. Hands leave warmth of wool cloak to settle on his arms, pleading eyes cementing on him before she continues. “ CARELESS will make it all the worse. He plans ahead, he plans sideways, he plans upside down- if you’re careless...Raoul, I don’t want anything to happen to you. ”