If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)
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				Title: <strong>If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 23:12:34</strong>
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				They portray me as a villain. . . As a man, twisted in flesh and in mind. . . Songs of usurping her power to think for herself. . . Seducing her to the dark side of the music that ran through us both like blood. We were destined to be together. . . But it was always her choice. . . And when she chose him, I let her go.<br><br>Because I loved her. <br><br>My Muse. . .<br><br>I loved her.<br><br>I am no villain, my friends, but a man who’s heart was broken. The true villain is yet to be shown the light.<br><br>~~~~<br><br>The first time I laid eyes on Christine, she had snuck into the Imperial suite to speak with some visiting dignitary. The man mattered little to me, but the girl. . . I was never the same.<br><br>I was thirteen years old, she must have been around twelve. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Long tumbling curls of brown flecked with auburn in the firelight, eyes as cool and deep as the forest, as the sea. . . And a sadness in them that I knew was mirrored in my own.<br><br>Christine they called her. My Muse. Music bubbled up in my young heart to sing through my soul. Music that was set off by the tender soprano of her child-voice as she told the man a story. . . A story of how her father had told her that she would be looked after by an angel.<br><br>I set my mind to being her angel. Nothing would ever harm her, so long as I lived. So long as she needed her Angel of Music, I would be there.<br><br>And so for years, I sang to her in secret. I watched over her dreams from the shadows and from behind the labyrinthine walls of the Opera House. She grew more beautiful every day. Her voice became the envy of every Lady in Paris itself.<br><br>I wrote for her, though it was long before she was able to sing the pieces properly. . . Training of course. . . And several shrieking banshees that turned my work into parodies of sound.<br><br>When she sang on stage the first time, as the star. . . My heart almost broke with joy.<br><br>And yet still, I remained in the secret dark. For who could love something with a face as mine was? Crumpled and broken, a melted mass of twisted skin and muscle. To her beauty, I was anathema. I was the devil himself to her angelic presence. Ugly and marred, how could I ever show my face to my Muse?<br><br>But when she sang. . . And sang about me. . . Her angel, to her friend, Meg, I believe was her name. . . I knew that maybe. . . Perhaps I could mask my wounds and come to her. . . Show her how I loved her, looked after her, made sure she was safe. . . And how she made the music in my soul throb and roll as if it was God himself creating Earth all over again. . . For only Music could create something as beautiful as earth, as beautiful as my Christine.<br><br>That was when Christine first laid her lovely eyes on her Angel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 02:47:16</strong>
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				Slipping into the short stool at the dressing table, gentle fingers picked at hairpins holding intricate curls in place, and they cascaded down around her shoulders and over her back as each pin slipped from its place.&nbsp; Absently humming the aria from the night's opera--her first as diva even thought it was temporary--the feel of music in her veins was exquisite.&nbsp; Perhaps she was not a failure to her dear Papa after all?<br><br>Fingers dropped pins one by one onto the dressing table, her shoulders sagging from fatigue as the curls descended, and soon she was brushing through the great dark mass to remove the tangles that had amassed during the performance.&nbsp; Her hair would take dressing again before she left for the boarding house later.&nbsp; Eyes darting to the door, she checked that it was locked and giggled suddenly, girlishly.<br><br>She was a success!
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:21:19</strong>
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				"Sage veillée, mon ami. Vous étions outre de toute beauté cette nuit." He said softly, stepping from out of some shadowed corner. He would have gone by way of the door, as a gentleman should, but alas, the portal had been locked. So, he had utilized a secret passage, one of the many that tracked through the halls of the Opera house, to gain entry into his beloved Christine's rooms.<br><br>"S'il vous plaît , pardonner moi." He murmured, bowing low and gallantly to the object of his heart's desire. "I did not mean to alarm you, I mean you no harm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:32:27</strong>
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				Her spine straightening in surprise, the girl's eyes widened, a hasty hand covering her mouth as she tried to suppress the most undignified giggle.&nbsp; The man bowed as if she were the belle of the ball, but she was only a chorus girl&nbsp; A very lucky chorus girl.<br><br>As she turned in her chair, brush half-forgotten in her hands, large sapphire blue eyes fixed on the mysterious figure in the shadows.&nbsp; "I...who are you, sir?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:37:46</strong>
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				The man's lips lifted in the gentlest of smiles as he lifted himself from his bow. "My name is Erik, mon ami." He murmured, his voice silk and chocolate. A voice she had known most of her life. For he had spoken over her dreams, and sung her lullabies when she slept in the Opera House's boarding rooms.<br><br>"This may be hard to believe. . . But. . ." He paused, looking at her from the shadows, the mask he wore over the destroyed half of his face was new and it felt rough against his sensitive skin. It was worth it though. It was all worth it. "Je suis . . . votre ange."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:46:45</strong>
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				The voice made her breath catch.&nbsp; The exquisite velvet inherent within was the voice of an angel.&nbsp; Her angel.&nbsp; The one that Papa had promised, the one that lulled her dreams...&nbsp; Pushing herself out of the cushioned seat, she sank to her knees before him in rapt attention.&nbsp; <br><br>The expression on her face was pure rapture as she knelt before him as if in prayer, her hands clasped tightly in supplication.&nbsp; Breathless, she whispered,&nbsp; "I sang tonight for you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:54:13</strong>
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				"Non, non." He was on his knees in front of her in an instant, the softness of his voice strained with pain. "It is I who should kneel before you, Christine. You who have made the music in my soul stir and rise. You are my Muse, the beauty in the world that makes my soul sing."<br><br>He bade her rise, she was a Goddess to him, and he could not stand her supplicating herself to him in such a manner. "Mon amour, mon amour. You sang tonight for God himself, for none other is worthy of such beauty. Definately not I."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:03:18</strong>
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				<em>My love...</em><br><br>The girl felt herself wilt back into the seat in a panic, dumbly staring at the back of the man's head.&nbsp; Was he man, an angel...what?&nbsp; Crossing her ankles and tucking them under the chair, she watched him with darting eyes, trying to make sense of the scene before her.<br><br>Fingers dazedly reaching for her dressing gown, she pulled the silky material over her shoulders, suddenly chilly in the small dressing room.&nbsp; She had not finished changing before the man's entrance, and was clad only in her unders--corset and petticoats--the costume she had worn laid out precisely on the chaise next to the dressing table.<br><br>Swallowing in a dry throat, she managed,&nbsp; "Please get up...I'm only a girl..."&nbsp; She was blushing now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:06:19</strong>
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				Erik realized his blunder instantly and cursed himself for a fool. "My appologies, Madam." He said as he rose, standing at stiff attention in the corner, his lips twisted in an unhappy frown. "You are no mere girl, I must say. You are the true angel here this evening. I will guard you, and if you wish to send me away, you will never set eyes upon me again. . . But I will keep you safe, this I swear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:13:04</strong>
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				Shyly she drew her hair forward over her shoulder, still watching as he backed away, as if she were a queen.&nbsp; A slight memory of the Empress' chambers wavered in her memory before fading away into oblivion.<br><br>Rising, she took a step toward him, her fingers pulling the dressing gown closed around her.&nbsp; "Please...." she managed on a breath,&nbsp; "Who are you, really...?"<br><br>Her curiosity piqued, she had to know who this man was, who seemed to possess her dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:17:07</strong>
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				The man frowned more deeply. Did she not believe him? Well, at least she was not sending him away, but rather she moved towards him with curiosity. "My name is Erik." He said again, quietly, forcing his voice to remain calm, forcing his gloved hands to remain clasped behind his back. "I have watched over you for many years now. . . The music that you sing is mine. . ." The half of his face unmasked flushed in happy embarrassment.<br><br>"They call me the Phantom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:27:08</strong>
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				"The Opera Ghost?&nbsp; The one Meg talks about?"&nbsp; Surely, Meg's fancies could not be held in one man, but in the specters late at night.&nbsp; Could her angel and this man...and the ghost all be one?<br><br>Nodding, in a slight daze, she turned back to the table and set the brush aside, her gaze dropping demurely.&nbsp; "I don't know what to say, Monsieur..."&nbsp; The music she sang was beautiful, heavenly in itself, and she excelled at its marks and inflections--enough to make La Carlotta green with envy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:38:49</strong>
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				"I believe so, yes." A wry smile touched on the corner of his lips again, and he inclined his head to her respectfully. She was so beautiful, and he'd never been so close to her in all his life. He felt like he was tearing himself apart inside, so raged the war between desire and propriety. . . Not that visiting a woman's dressing chamber when she was in naught but her underthings conformed to the proprieties, of course. . .<br><br>"You need not say anything,&nbsp; Mademoiselle." He murmured content, for now, to simply be close to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:45:47</strong>
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				Blushing crimson, she looked back to the man's reflection in her mirror, his form once again cloaked in shadow.&nbsp; Twas a memory of roses that caught at her mind, and she turned toward him again, hovering at the edges of those shadows.&nbsp; <br><br>He said she needed say nothing, but she felt as if there needed to be something said to fill the silence, but nothing came.&nbsp; Had he been teaching her all these years...?<br><br>"I...my name is Christine."&nbsp; Odds were he knew her name already, but it was only proper to introduce herself if he had...
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:51:11</strong>
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				Every time she turned her face to him, he could feel his heart stop beating. She was so beautiful and so sweet and genteel. A soft sigh came unbidden from his lips and he smiled. "Christine, Christine, never a name before held such beauty in it's tones." He murmured softly and bowed again. "I have known your name, Madamoiselle, for some time now. . . But to hear you give it freely gives me great joy."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 23:40:21</strong>
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				She felt a blush come unbidden to her cheeks, hardly used to the attention. Stopping short of the shadows, it was as if she were the angel peering into the darkness with such curiosity, and not he the one peering out.<br><br>"How long have you known my name, Monsieur?"&nbsp; she asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 00:19:55</strong>
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				Erik smiled, his lips turning up in a nervous way. He loved her so, he had no desire for her to send him away into dark exile again. He wasn't sure that he could bear such. . . But he would, if it came to that. For her. Would she ever send him away, he would go, for her.<br><br>"I have known you for close to five years now." He murmured, flush rising to the unmasked cheek. Please don't send me away, don't think for a moment I would harm you. . . I would lay my life down for you, if only to block your foot from stepping in a puddle. . . Those thoughts ran through his head, behind his dark eyes as they watched her, terror gripping his erratically beating heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 01:12:42</strong>
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				Smiling at him, she nodded, a friendly smile on her face.&nbsp; Five years was a long time for one of her tender age.&nbsp; Almost as long as she had been at the Opera... <br><br>"I..."&nbsp; She watched him keenly for a moment, considering.&nbsp; He seemed loathe to come out.&nbsp; Stepping closer, she reached out to him,&nbsp; "Why do you hide in the shadows?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Ever Find a Moment. . . Stop, and Think of Me. (Daylily/Wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 01:26:17</strong>
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				The man's face, flushed but moments before, blanched visibly, even in the shadowed corner. How could he explain to her? He could no more remove his mask than raise a hand against her. He hid in the shadows, had always done so. . . To keep her safe.<br><br>"I am the Phantom." He said, his voice surprizingly strong for the inner turmoil he felt rolling in his breast. "A Phantom prefers the shadows. It is. . . Safer here."
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