Who: Christine Daae and Meg Giry What: Talking about Dreams When: 9/10 March 2015, middle of the night Where: Their apartment Warnings: Talking about the Opera Ghost and his creeper ways? Status: Thread | Complete
As much as Christine may have tried to avoid the dreams and the inevitable end they would come to, she knew that she wouldn't be able to forever. It was something she was beginning to accept as normal. She never would be able to shake the feeling that she had upon waking, shaking the confusion she sometimes felt on who she was, but she had accepted them. She had to let them play to their natural end and pray that nothing drastic happened in the meantime, or that she lost her voice from over rehearsing with Carmina Burana a little over two weeks away. Where had the time gone in regards to that?
The objects she had received thus far from this new set were in her room. The note from Raoul, the dresses, the paper matche monkey...the engagement ring she wore on the chain. It was foolish to keep, she didn't even know Raoul, and while she had awoken with the marks of a necklace pulled off weeks before from the Masquerade dream, she continued to wear it. In some strange way, it helped her and that wasn't something the blond really wanted to think too deeply about. No. It was simply a trinket...
The dreams were picking up though. Going to her father's grave in an attempt to let go of the past, the seeming fight for her soul.... the fear for what would happen with Raoul's plan. Oh, the dreams were similar, the players the same, but the differences... She felt more lost in these ones, almost just a player struggling to keep her head above water. Twisted every way, what answer can I give, am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey, do I have any choice? And that was where it remained. No true choice... she had to risk her life for the chance to save everyone and live and yet she knew what could happen...With Raoul so much more forthright, she worried for this man she never even met yet dreamt of twice.
She worried for her sanity.
That night though, it happened. The night of Don Juan Triumphant. The undercurrent of fear amongst the entire opera, the roles.... singing with him on stage. The realization it was him. That moment of calm before she betrayed him and revealed his face to the world. Once again kidnapped, forced into a wedding dress, the seeming loss of her future. There was no room she was locked in, no being tied up because she was trying to kill herself. And then Raoul. No torture chamber but the punjab lasso. Why make her lie to you to save me? God. Trying to find a way out when everything was fruitless. Stay with the Phantom and lose her freedom. Tell the truth and lose Raoul...
And that was when she had woken up, silently crying because of the betrayal and loss of innocence, loss of herself... Letting out a shaky breath, Christine turned on the lamp in her room and blinked. The wedding ring he had forced on her. Of course. Wiping her eyes, the singer grabbed the ring and moved to the kitchen to make herself tea, staring at the taunting golden band as she waited for the water to heat up.