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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 24, 2009 15:06:31 GMT -5
Christian paled and almost dropped the phone, but somehow he managed to hold onto it.
"Right."
Quickly, he turned to Jesse, trying to keep any emotion out of his voice.
"Jesse...Diana...the baby's coming."
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Post by Jesse James on Sept 24, 2009 15:15:01 GMT -5
Jesse dropped the plate that was in his hand and stared at Christian as it hit the floor "I-" but he couldn't speak, he started moving, walking over the broken plate in his bare feet and began to dress. Trying his best not to look at Christian.
On the other end of the phone the woman was still talking "Sir? Sir? Sir are you there?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 24, 2009 15:18:15 GMT -5
"Y-yes!" Christian's voice wavered, he could tell, but he couldn't control it.
"He's on his way."
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Post by Jesse James on Sept 24, 2009 15:23:30 GMT -5
"Good I will inform the doctors" then the line was dead.
Jesse fell back on the couch to pull his boots on, without tying them. Forgetting his hat he ran straight toward the door, stopping only to look back at Christian with a painful look.
And as much as it hurt him to believe this, he didn't want to leave, even if it was to see his child born.
But he opened the door and ran out.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 24, 2009 15:27:47 GMT -5
He just stood there staring at the closed door a moment, not even snapping out of his daze until the beeping of the off-the-hook phone finally got through to him. Moving as though underwater, he hung up the phone and then began to mechanically straighten up the apartment, not really stopping until there was literally nothing left to do. But he needed to not think about any of this. Because if he did, he'd just break down. And here he thought those days of upheaval were over. He'd such a fool to think so. He spent the rest of the day lying on the bed, staring at nothing .
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 22, 2011 16:27:00 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
It'd been some time since they'd spoken, but he knew that time was what was needed--time for things to settle, time to get things together before there could be any real moving forward. Still, it left him a bit at loose ends, and for once in years Christian found himself without anything much to do. Whether the opera or his other occupations, relationships or simply adventure, he'd always been occupied by something. Being idle was not a state of being that was usual for him.
Sighing, he opted to head on out to the Populaire, even if it had become something of a ghost town in recent years. At least it was something to do.
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 1, 2011 18:37:01 GMT -5
**OUTSIDE HIS WINDOW**
It was raining.
Jesse, hated the rain, especially in the middle of summer. It didn't make sense in the slightest for it to be raining. But it was, and it honestly always seemed to be when he thought of Christian.
It's what brought him outside his window in the middle of the night. He couldn't find a middle ground with Diana and their son was growing so quickly, she spent her whole time attending to the boys needs and it never gave them time to sit down and talk. He didn't want to leave her on a bad note, he wanted to make her understand what had happened, happened too quickly and with her being hurt and pregnant, he didn't have time to really realize that it wasn't her that he wanted.
But he didn't want to hurt her.
He stared down at the side walk for a while before heading back home.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 1, 2011 18:51:41 GMT -5
The Populaire had not been the comfort that it once was--it felt so empty, seemed to echo too much, and with a start Christian had realized that it was the absence of a Phantom-ish presence. The Opera Ghost had not been seen or heard from in years, his demands and letters to the management had ceased, and his control over the operas had halted.
There was also little in the way of activity going on at the opera house, and the ballet rats and singers that lingered seemed almost listless as they practiced and rehearsed, although there was a faint undercurrent of hope thanks to recent news of a joint opera by Beethoven and Mozart coming to the once bustling theater.
The atmosphere had depressed Christian, and he'd spent only a short time there before coming back to his home--appropriately enough, in the rain. He was lost in thought, about his past, his currently unmoving life, and the way the opera had gone. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the other man until he accidentally bumped into him.
"Oh...forgive me..."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 1, 2011 18:57:03 GMT -5
"S'all righ-"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 1, 2011 23:06:46 GMT -5
"Jesse?"
It had been so long since they'd spoken on the phone, much less met in person, that he almost couldn't believe his eyes.
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 1, 2011 23:23:42 GMT -5
Jesse didn't look up from the ground "Hey, I was just uh- walking by."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 2, 2011 13:33:33 GMT -5
Christian glanced up at his bedroom window before looking back at the cowboy.
"Mm-hmm."
He fell silent for a moment, then sighed.
"Let's go up and get out of the rain. Neither of us needs to catch a cold."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 3, 2011 1:15:25 GMT -5
Jesse was quiet for a time that seemed too long "I- I gotta... all right."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 3, 2011 13:52:45 GMT -5
He'd expected a bit more dissembling, perhaps, but he couldn't help but be a little pleased that Jesse hadn't given more than a token resistance. Indicating that he should follow, Christian headed upstairs. He hadn't really felt the rain until he was back under cover, and it wasn't until then that he felt how cold it'd been. Shaking off the shivering that threatened, he unlocked the door to his apartment and led the way in.
It was almost obsessively neat inside. Having not much else to do during the day, he'd fallen into the habit of straightening everything up just to give himself something to do. It was quite a bit of a change from the messy bohemian place it had once been, but then a lot of things had changed in his life.
He closed the door once Jesse was inside, looking at the other man with a thoughtful expression on his face as he locked up.
"So...how long had you been standing out there?"
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 3, 2011 21:55:43 GMT -5
"Half hour" he'd never been too good at lying.
He noticed the neatness but didn't say anything, wily quips weren't exactly on his mind at the moment.
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