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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 17, 2008 19:51:44 GMT -5
*Micaela fluttered around worriedly and nearly collapsed of relief when he sat up and sputtered. She kneeled down on the grass next to him, offering her hand.* *The medics looked a little helpless, but turned her over and checked her over. It was concluded silently between them that her chances were immensely slim and one of them looked up to Micaela and Christian.* "Sometimes the shock is just too much for a body to go through..." *Christian looked stricken* "No, no...she'll make it through, she has to...she...she..." She's my angel. She never stopped being that.
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Post by Josephine on Jun 17, 2008 19:54:47 GMT -5
*The masked woman heaved a great sigh. Her eyes were still closed as she gasped out--*
"...always loved...dear boy..."
*One more sigh...and then, no more breath to follow. The Phantomess, far from her own world, had still nonetheless found a place by her Daae at last*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 17, 2008 19:58:01 GMT -5
"Maestra...?"
Only one, over-riding thought went through his mind:
No no no no no no no no
"Maestra!"
*Heedless of anyone else around him, he began to ineffectually pull at the prone, broken body, as though the action would rouse her*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 17, 2008 20:24:59 GMT -5
*She sighed and stood, moving to place a light, small hand on his shoulder, gently trying to pull him away. Or comfort as best she could. Or something; she didn't quite know, but she did know that it was probably ineffectual and that he'd need a whole lot of time before he was back to normal.*
"Christian, come away... Chr... Christian that isn't going to help." *Her voice wavered and her heart broke for him.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 19, 2008 7:57:49 GMT -5
*He couldn't stop shaking*
"Oh, god...it's like she died all over again..."
*Though who 'she' was wasn't immediately clear*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 19, 2008 11:36:47 GMT -5
((He's talking about his mama, I presume.))
*Micaela gently continued to pry him away, her short stature and gentle manner (and a build that was admittedly never going to return to its pre-baby state) belying an unexpected strength and the will of iron everyone close to her knew her to possess.*
*The voice she now used was the one she used with her children when they were upset or sleepless. Mothering instinct had taken over and she seriously needed to get him away from here.*
"Come on, Christian. The fire's almost out, we all need to get inside soon..."
*And indeed, as dawn broke, the light of the fire dimmed and the firemen were only trying to extinguish a few small blazes on the blackened structure of the West Wing. A few others were testing the integrity of the rest of the building, but it appeared not to have been touched.*
Funny how that worked out.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 19, 2008 16:17:16 GMT -5
*He let himself be pulled, though his gaze didn't once stray from the masked woman lying on the ground, motionless. True, he had been separated from her for several years, and their relationship had been strained due to Erik...but that did not mean her loss hurt any less. She was Maestra, and always would be.*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 19, 2008 21:02:35 GMT -5
*The medics covered the body with a white sheet and lifted it onto a stretcher, bearing her away as the fire chief came and spoke to Micaela and Maxim.*
"Unfortunately, most of the west wing was burnt beyond repair, and the structure of the rest of the wing is compromised... I would suggest demolishing and then rebuilding."
*Micaela nodded, trying to take it all in.*
"There's another thing, as well... we found a body on the second floor. It was burnt past recognition, but we assume that because there's only one woman missing from the assembled party..."
"Mrs. Danvers." *Micaela finished quietly.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 20, 2008 15:03:32 GMT -5
*Christian stood limply nearby, staring at nothing in particular as activity continued on around him. It was as though he'd shut the world out *
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