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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 21:23:01 GMT -5
*Of course, she still had friends in Paris. She was stopped by at least three people on her way up to the Phoenix to ask around. She got a whole lot of conflicting answers, some people said they'd seen someone matching his description by the river, some said by the Moulin Rouge... she frowned intensely and sat down on a bench in front of the Phoenix to think. She'd forgotten the crazy, innovative energy that was Montmartre; it was a bit overwhelming. She checked her watch. Half an hour until Ellie would need feeding, and Liam would be waking up from his nap...*
"Ugh. Freaking disappearing friends and letter-hoarding mask-wearers." *She muttered, glaring at her shoes.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 21:39:30 GMT -5
*Off somewhere, from the direction of a nearby park, game a very distinctive voice...softly singing something rather familiar...*
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza! Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò, quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio che ti fa mia!
Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò! Vincerò! Vincerò!
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 21:42:54 GMT -5
"Oh my giddy aunt." *She said, standing and marching toward the park.*
*Once she was in front of him, she said,* "So now you decide to show up. And singing, no less." *She stood with her weight thrown onto one hip and her hands on said hips.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 21:48:51 GMT -5
*He stared at her a moment, as though the last thing he expected to see was...well, anyone, really. He looked rather different than last time they'd spoken--the boy in the nice, somewhat dressy clothes was now looking rather scruffy, wearing worn blue jeans yes, shutup about anachronisms and a dressy t-shirt that didn't quite fit him.*
"What the hell? Aren't you in England?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 21:51:28 GMT -5
"Well, I was, until one of your two stalkers phantoms began keeping any communications I sent, and I became quite convinced you were dead. Or something of the like. So I came to France (with two children in tow) to figure out what was going on, and it turns out you left the Opera anyway."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 21:53:51 GMT -5
"I couldn't stay there anymore. That place was stifling me."
*He shifted a bit where he was sitting, the stone bench not the comfiest of places*
"I needed to figure out just where I was going...and...sort of got caught up in the atmosphere of this place."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 21:56:51 GMT -5
"Good. The Opera's a bit... ridiculous, is one word that comes to mind."
*She sat down on the bench next to him.*
" 'Martre tends to do that. I did live here, you know." *She teased.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 22:02:15 GMT -5
*He chuckled*
"Ridiculous doesn't begin to describe that place. Living away from there, I'm starting to realize more and more what I couldn't see."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 22:05:06 GMT -5
"Why do you think I left? True, I had no bloody idea where I was going when I did so but I did it, and that ended up being a good decision. All young artists end up in Montmartre at some point, anyway. It's a rule of the trade."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 22:13:02 GMT -5
"I wish I knew where I was going. I haven't known for ages, and I don't like it."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 22:16:40 GMT -5
"Everyone goes through a time like that; some people just have it longer than others. All that time between the Opera and getting married? No idea what I was going or where I was headed, but then Maxim happened and, well, marriage, two kids, etc. Two kids who, by the way, you have yet to meet. So not acceptable, since you're technically Ellie's godfather." *Her tone was teasing at the end.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 22:23:56 GMT -5
*He gave her a sad smile*
"Don't think I'll ever get married, or have kids of my own. I'm pretty sure I'm not what anyone would want."
*he heaved a sigh*
"But, you didn't come here to listen to me whine. Er..."
*he frowned*
"I don't have the means to get to England anymore."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 22:28:56 GMT -5
"First, don't be ridiculous, you're adorable; you've just got to find the right person. Second, that's what friends do. Third, well, we'll take care of that later. Meantime, I think it's high time you met the deWinterlings."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 8, 2008 22:33:47 GMT -5
*He shook his head, though there was a smile on his face*
"Good grief, woman, I bet you talk your husband's ear off."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 8, 2008 22:36:31 GMT -5
"I do not." *She whacked him playfully.* "I had to respond to the comments you made; it's not fault I'm verbose about it."
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