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lotte karsten {christine daaé} (still_lotte) wrote in bellumlogs,

But she did have things to fear - him as the voice and Erik come the moon. Maybe she didn't have to deal with him directly, but Christine's fear of him was still her own. Lotte remembered what Christine did and had experienced; it was one of things that made her seem more linked to her fable then others. At least they didn't sound the same anymore - some act of her subconscious that allowed her to differentiate between the two. It didn't change the fact that she was truly crazy now because of it.

"I would," Lotte said, lips pressing together. "But it's not like that - it's not something I can just stop, being. I would have by now, really." The bed squeaked as she adjusted herself on it, drawing her knees up to her chest as he wasn't having her sing. "And I am trying," she added, a bit put out. "I didn't run when I realized he was a wolf, you know." Because he must know about that - it hardly needed to be pointed out.

Keep from singing? Her arms wound tighter about her legs. He had a point there but…“That’s my fault,” she said defensively. Her tone grew accusing before she could stop herself. “You always show. Like at the talent show.”