#chat: 002

O sorriso na face de belas feições não se extinguiu, não quando deixou o palco e com certeza não enquanto caminhava para o seu camarim. Os ouvidos de Christine ainda estavam zunindo graças a sua insegurança, porém os aplausos eram o único som que ela poderia ouvir. Havia sido sublime, não, muito mais do que sublime, havia sido a entrada ao Paraíso sem precisar abrir mão da vida para aquilo. A música havia saído de seus lábios como se fosse ar, e tão natural quanto caminhar, a francesa tomou o palco do teatro como seu, deixando a todos encantados por seu talento e sua beleza. Os que olhavam para Christine, acreditavam que ela olhava para um ponto além da vista de todos, mas a realidade era que a garota procurava por seu anjo. Mesmo sentindo-se plena como estava, temia que o seu amado Anjo não tivesse presenciado sua ascensão. Cantara cada nota pensando nele, não em Raoul, ou qualquer outro. Era o dono daquela voz tão profunda e que transtornava Christine da maneira mais agradável possível. Ansiava pelo momento em que ficaria sozinha, e talvez assim pudesse ter a chance de ser visitada mais uma vez por ele, e assim lhe implorar por perdão. Pura tolice de sua parte esconder aquilo de seu mentor. Ainda mais quando o Visconde não passava de um amigo. Um bom amigo, e mesmo que os dois compartilhassem um passado, era seu Anjo o dono do presente, e provavelmente de seu futuro também. 

“We need to distract you”, Nate said quietly, running his fingers through Kurt’s bed-hair and pulling him back into a laying position with his head on Nate’s chest, as Nate forced his eyes to remain open. If Kurt was upset, the last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep on him, but he also didn’t want to begin moving about and risk waking up Jensen– that would just cause more stress for them both. So, staying in bed, and trying his hardest to stay awake was Nate’s only option.

“If it plays on your mind, you’ll dream about it again”, he mused, looking at Kurt, his thumb running slowly across the skin beneath his right eye, and he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “Tell me about what you want to do tomorrow. From the minute you wake up, to the minute you go to sleep, tell me everything. What you want to do, who you want to see, what you want to eat. Anything and everything, tell me all of it.”

Kurt just nodded when Nate spoke - usually with any nightmares he had, it only went way after a good few hours after they’d happened. But this was the first time it had happened in a while and it seemed so much worse tonight. And it was just typical of Kurt’s luck that it was happening on a night he wasn’t in his own bed. He sighed and snuggled into Nate slightly , his nose slightly scrunching up when the other kissed it. “I ... I really don’t know. I can’t think straight at all, Nate...”

Blake sighed, running his hands through his curls. Kurt had been having these dreams for weeks now. Dreams of his Mom, in his room, and in Blake’s room, apparently. She’d talked to him, and he was becoming more and more convinced that these dreams were in fact reality.

Blake had let Kurt believe it at first– he got it, Kurt missed him Mom and it helped him deal with it, became mourning could last a life time when it was someone so close to you. But now, Kurt was waking him up during almost every night, and Blake was so exhausted from his disturbed sleep that he couldn’t handle it anymore. “Sit down, Kurt”, he ordered, pinching his nose when Kurt obeyed with a slightly startled expression.

“Sweetheart..”, he said quietly, trying to keep his tone light, because he wanted as little as possible to upset Kurt right now, “I know you think you’re seeing her but…they’re dreams Kurt. They’re not real. You need to stop this and get some proper sleep.”

After he’d told the other about another dream he’d had about his mother - they’d been happening so often lately that they just seemed even more real each tiem they happened - Kurt was surprised at the other’s tone and the order. Usually Blake would just listen to what he was saying. Falling silent, Kurt sat down on the bed and looked at the other. His eyes only widened when the other spoke, and shifted slightly away from the other, “But I am seeing her,” He interjected before letting the other speak again.”But..they have to be real. They’re too vivid for it to just be in my head.”

dominantbanderson replied to your photo

You look good, but no need to hide your neck.

Thank you, although I was only wearing it because I thought it looked good with what I was wearing..

spicytina: I hope you enjoyed the show xx ;)

puckzilla: missed most of it, but what i saw looked pretty hot ;)

spicytina: Aw... what a shame.

[Tina looked behind her, catching Kitty's last question. "Yeah, I'm going to join in just a second, 'kay?" Turning back to the camera, she bit her lip for a moment before continuing to type.]

spicytina: 2 questions for you babe

spicytina: how much time do you have tonight?

Tina Cohen Chang didn't fear a thing. If a rabid, wild, animal charged after her, Tina would stop in her place to shoo it the other way. If a fussy, drunk, man continuously attempted to put the moves on her in a local bar, she'd get him even drunker only to steal his money. That's right, Tina didn't just face common fears, she exploited them for what they were. Transitioning into this fearless person hasn't been easy, but it's been worth it.

And tonight, as Tina introduces herself to blonde stranger at her choice bar, she realizes that with these life choices come gain. Gain, and hardly any consequence.