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Anguish
Feb 29, 2008 13:54:22 GMT -5
Post by Josephine on Feb 29, 2008 13:54:22 GMT -5
((Note: This is in the Fear-Toxin continuity))
*Things had been going rather well, thanks to the disappearance of Erik. She'd cemented a friendship with Christian which would hopefully take a much more desired turn, and she'd taken up her duties as both vocal coach and haunter of all things Opera Populaire. Even better, no Victomtess de Chagny to ruin anything or steal away her Daae.
She was humming to herself, a tune she'd made up on the spot, when she came across the prone form of Christian. Immediately alarmed, she ran over to the still body on the floor. When she got closer, she saw to her horror that there was a steadily growing pool of blood beneath him.
She screamed, one word, filled with all the horror of loss*
"CHRISTIAN!"
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Anguish
Feb 29, 2008 13:57:32 GMT -5
Post by Christian Daaé on Feb 29, 2008 13:57:32 GMT -5
*The still form stirred in the faintest of movements, and a very weak voice that sounded so unlike him barely reached her ears*
"S-sorry...angel..."
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Anguish
Feb 29, 2008 14:01:00 GMT -5
Post by Josephine on Feb 29, 2008 14:01:00 GMT -5
"No, my dear boy, my angel...what has happened? Oh, by all the powers of the world..."
*She cradled his body in her arms, rocking him and humming as though she could by sheer force of will alone restore him back to perfect health.
After a long, long time, she realized that he'd stopped breathing. The body in her arms had grown still, and cold.
There was a howl. A howl of raw, naked despair the likes of which had never torn through the opera house before. Even though it hurt her throat, she couldn't stop. She kept keening, even long after she'd collapsed on the floor and gone hoarse*
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Anguish
Feb 29, 2008 19:03:41 GMT -5
Post by Erik on Feb 29, 2008 19:03:41 GMT -5
*Erik's ghost looked curiously at the prone figure of Erika. She was whimpering in her sleep. Or perhaps it was a coma. That thought made Erik smile.
Then he felt bad for wishing himself in a coma. No, her. Wait.*
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Feb 29, 2008 19:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Josephine on Feb 29, 2008 19:15:51 GMT -5
*She reached out for something, her mask sliding and revealing the tears streaming down her face*
"Christian! Oh, god, please, bring him back to me..."
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Anguish
Mar 10, 2008 19:09:14 GMT -5
Post by Christian Daaé on Mar 10, 2008 19:09:14 GMT -5
*The real Christian was, of course, perfectly fine. He'd just entered the room when the Phantomess' cried out. The sight of her curled up on the floor brought him rushing over.*
"Maestra? Maestra, can hear me?"
*No matter how he tried to wake her, nothing seemed to be working. Her face, or what could be seen of it, didn't even register*
"Maestra...Erika, wake up!"
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Anguish
Mar 13, 2008 7:17:08 GMT -5
Post by Josephine on Mar 13, 2008 7:17:08 GMT -5
*Still lost in the throes of her own nightmare, she didn't hear him or sense him. Her shoulders tensed, as though she were lifting something, though she was lying on the ground*
"Don't...leave me here alone..."
*Came the mournful whisper*
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Anguish
Mar 13, 2008 7:19:46 GMT -5
Post by Christian Daaé on Mar 13, 2008 7:19:46 GMT -5
"You're not alone...it's me, with you..." *He wasn't getting through, and nothing he was trying was waking her up. He hesitated only the briefest moment before picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the swan bed. She weighed practically nothing, her thin skeletal frame feeling fragile in his arms. Finally, he had her settled, but stood uncertainly nearby, at a loss as to what to do now. *
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