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EXPRESSION WAS FRIGID: eyes were glass waiting to be SHATTERED. She who had once been flesh and BONE now turned into MARBLE: impassive stone that now threatened to CRACK. Mother of Sorrows had always been SMOTHERING, her children most HOLY, most praised -- her daughters protected from all the wretchedness in the world. Yet, it seemed MISERY had a habit of finding company in this fawn eyed, slip of a thing who attempted to play INNOCENT in front of Columbia’s SCALES: in front of the wife of the SWORD. Within the pit of her stomach, guilt coiled like a SERPENT: it was not as though this mechanisation was entirely Christine’s fault. No doubt she had been TAINTED by the great whore’s stained hands, her temperament. She RUINED everything she touched: Christine was no exception.

FORGIVENESS  IS  ALWAYS  EMBEDDED  INTO  HER  BEING  .       despite  having  been  abandoned  in  a  tower  for  20  years  ,       fiona  always  dreamed  of  seeing  her  family  again  .       though  there  were  times  she  hated  them    &    lost  hope  ,       once  shrek  came  along  ,       all  ill  will  was  lost  .       because  if  they  hadn’t  put  her  in  that  tower  ,       she  wouldn’t  have  met  the  love  of  her  life  .

                 ‘  how  lovely  it  is  to  always  return  home  to  you ,  my  love . ‘        unlike  some  of  raoul’s  more  tragic  absences ,  this  trip  was  not  such  a  woeful  tale-  instead ,  the  sailor  is  returning  after  a  daring  adventure  across  the  sea  to  the  love  of  his  life .  as  softness  ghosts  softness ,  he  finds  himself  smiling  to  widely  to  properly  lock  lips ,  instead  wrapping  her  up  tightly  &  burying  his  face  in  her  neck .      ‘  i  missed  you  so ! ‘  he  laughs .

❝        NO  ,       I’M  TELLING  YOU  ,       CHRISTINE   !       he’s  an  absolute    nightmare  .       &    not  to  mention  ,       a    pompous  asshole  --       nearly  as    awful    as    gaston  .       &    the  way  he    looks    at  me   !       i’m  serious  ,       it’s    infuriating  .       he  picks    fights    over  the    smallest    of  things   !       i’d  be  requesting  a    dorm  change    if  i  wasn’t  so  adamant  on    not    giving  him  the    satisfaction    of  some  faux    victory   !        ❞     

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                   it  wouldn’t  be  alright .  the  rope  burns  on  his  wrists ,  the  corpse  of  his  brother  floating  among  murky  waters ,  the  nightmares  already  often  enough  to  call  reoccurring—  none  of  it  was  alright .  all  they  had  to  pass  between  their  palms  were  talks  of  summertime  &  hollow  promises  that  tomorrow  would  be  a  new  day .  but  how  could  they  ever  learn  to  separate  tomorrow  from  the  opera  populaire ,  from  the  ghost ,  from  the  lifeless  bodies  lining  their  romance ?  

              '     —no . '  

           saltwater  had  never  been  a  stranger  to  raoul-  hymns  reciting  great  tales  of  brave  naval  officers  had  swam  through  his  ears  as  a  child ,  &  sea-foam  oft  had  licked  at  his  ankles .  he  never  feared  drowning .  except  in  this  moment ,  one  of  the  first  moments  he’s  ever  openly  cried  in  front  of  her ,  he  relearns  the  sting  of  the  ocean ,  the  salt  soaking  radiation  out  of  his  skin .  everything  feels  so  hollow .

             their  love  was  always  trapped  in  those  childhood  stories ,  forever  doomed  to  ricochet  off  of  attic  walls  long  torn-apart  by  time .  there  was  no  present ,  only  the  intoxicating  memories  of  the  past ,  a  promise  that  someday  things  would  get  better .  they  always  seemed  to  forget  that  what  they  were  doing  was  imaging  things  they  couldn’t  do  again ,  looking  at  a  red  trip-wire  &  calling  it  the  horizon .  

          abruptly ,  he  stands  up  &  pulls  away ,  aggressively  running  his  arm  over  his  eyes  to  banish  the  tears .  he  grabs  his  coat  from  the  nearby  stand  &  drapes  his  scarf  over  his  neck ,  avoiding  looking  at  christine .  he  knows  that  if  he  sees  that  face  he’ll  crumble ,  he’ll  want  to  come  crawling  into  her  arms  again ,  he’ll  remember  what  it  means  to  be  a  lover .  most  devastating  of  all-  he’ll  remember  she’s  hurting  just  the  same  as  him .