Post by Christine Daae on Mar 25, 2012 11:35:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Angel of Music guide and guardian angel of darkness “Mon Dieu,” murmured Christine, sweeping into her dressing room, closing the door and leaning her back against it. She closed her heavy eyelids over her almond eyes and drew in a deep breath. She had just retired from a session of painful rehearsals. Her feet were sore from dancing, but her throat was not sore. She could still sing, a that made the corners of her mouth turn up in a small, but true, smile. She strode to the vanity and picked up a brush and began to absently run it through her curly, almost wavy, brown hair. She hummed along to Think of Me, she loved the song. It had such a beautiful melody. Carlotta had been screeching at rehearsals, and Christine shook her head to be ride of that horrid cacophony. When she was unable she sighed and put down the brush. She peered at the full length mirror and remembered that the mysterious Persian was wary of it. She wasn’t sure why, but he had told her to wary when around it. Christine didn’t understand what was so bad about a mirror, but she had listened to the Persian and never really paid it any mind. But now there was something that she didn’t understand. She stared at the mirror. And then she sighed. What am I doing!? she questioned herself. She shook her head is despair, Staring at a mirror, no being almost afraid of a mirror! What was she thinking!? How could she be afraid of what she saw in a mirror? It was just a regular mirror, was it not? She shook her head and walked to her bed, sitting down upon it. She fingered the white rose in the vase on the nightstand. She smiled. She didn’t know what to do, she just wanted to sing, but was unsure because of what the Persian had told her. “Alright,” she said aloud, “I don’t care what he says, he can’t stop me from singing!” She opened her mouth and began to sing, just the beginning few lines of Think of Me, “Think of me,” she sang, “think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye! Remember me once in a while, promise me you’ll,” her voice soared into the high note, “try! Then you’ll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free. If you ever find a moment, spare all thought for me!” She grinned easily, feeling better that she had gotten that out of her. She opened her mouth to continue singing, when she thought she heard something, coming from the mirror…Or was it just her imagination? angel of music Angel of Darkness the world is in your hands • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • tagged: Erik~ 439 words ~ outfit: c l i c k y ~ notes: i can always write more or less template made by alaya @ CAUTION 2.0 |
