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tampered2006-08-08 01:48 am
angel-aria.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-08-08 01:48 am
Finished
When; Very early Tuesday night, around 2 AM
Rating; PG-13, just in case
Characters; Tia Dalma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tiaxdalma) and Christine Daae (angel_aria)
Summary; Christine needs to know why she's in the city, and seeks Tia's guidance. What she discovers is both liberating and shocking.
Log;
Christine could not sleep. The words she had written the day before haunted her, accusing her of blasphemy against all of the things she held dear. How she had managed to write such things about her father, her husband and son, and the man who had made such a difference in her life escaped her. She bit her lip, waiting; waiting for that moment when Erik, her Angel of Music, would come storming into the room and denounce her forever for her second betrayal. The thought of hearing such anger directed at her from such a beautiful voice made Christine want to curl up in a corner and cover her ears to protect her against words that may never be spoken.
When she saw Tia's invitation to the Black Swann, Christine's heart leapt at the opportunity to get some fresh air and clear her mind. She left a few candles burning in her room, and, closing the door softly with her cloak wrapped around her shoulders, exited the Opera House. If Erik were watching her at all, like he used to, he made no attempt to question her as to where she was going.
The street which the Opera House sat was silent, but sounds of the city reached Christine's ears eventually. A never-ending carnival in the midst of a sleepless city was the exotic world that they were all trapped; yet they were also willing prisoners. She had to stop several passersby to point her in the right direction, and at last, she arrived at the Kingdom of Ssnd. There, docked in a harbour, was the Black Swann in all of its fine glory. The ship itself had seen hard days, that was obvious, but it still held a majestic beauty that took Christine's breath away.
Making her way among the ruffianed crowd, Christine walked aboard the ship tentatively. Tia had warned her about some twins fighting, and although she could hear cursings and the sounds of combat, they were not nearby. One of the crew members stood near the railing, a pipe between his bearded lips. 'Excuse me,' Christine asked tentatively, approaching the stranger. 'Do you know where I can find Tia?'
'Aye,' he answered, tearing his gaze from the sea to glance at her in curiosity. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of a well-mannered girl coming to seek the voudou priestess, but he did not say anything. He merely led her into the cabin of the ship, climbing down a set of ships until they reached a door. 'She'll be in there,' he muttered, cocking his head in the door's direction. 'Take care, lass. Magic isn't something to meddle with.'
'Thank you,' Christine said simply, turning from him to knock on the door as he sauntered off, mumbling about God and how He didn't approve of magic and how women only caused trouble.
Rating; PG-13, just in case
Characters; Tia Dalma (
tiaxdalma) and Christine Daae (angel_aria)Summary; Christine needs to know why she's in the city, and seeks Tia's guidance. What she discovers is both liberating and shocking.
Log;
Christine could not sleep. The words she had written the day before haunted her, accusing her of blasphemy against all of the things she held dear. How she had managed to write such things about her father, her husband and son, and the man who had made such a difference in her life escaped her. She bit her lip, waiting; waiting for that moment when Erik, her Angel of Music, would come storming into the room and denounce her forever for her second betrayal. The thought of hearing such anger directed at her from such a beautiful voice made Christine want to curl up in a corner and cover her ears to protect her against words that may never be spoken.
When she saw Tia's invitation to the Black Swann, Christine's heart leapt at the opportunity to get some fresh air and clear her mind. She left a few candles burning in her room, and, closing the door softly with her cloak wrapped around her shoulders, exited the Opera House. If Erik were watching her at all, like he used to, he made no attempt to question her as to where she was going.
The street which the Opera House sat was silent, but sounds of the city reached Christine's ears eventually. A never-ending carnival in the midst of a sleepless city was the exotic world that they were all trapped; yet they were also willing prisoners. She had to stop several passersby to point her in the right direction, and at last, she arrived at the Kingdom of Ssnd. There, docked in a harbour, was the Black Swann in all of its fine glory. The ship itself had seen hard days, that was obvious, but it still held a majestic beauty that took Christine's breath away.
Making her way among the ruffianed crowd, Christine walked aboard the ship tentatively. Tia had warned her about some twins fighting, and although she could hear cursings and the sounds of combat, they were not nearby. One of the crew members stood near the railing, a pipe between his bearded lips. 'Excuse me,' Christine asked tentatively, approaching the stranger. 'Do you know where I can find Tia?'
'Aye,' he answered, tearing his gaze from the sea to glance at her in curiosity. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of a well-mannered girl coming to seek the voudou priestess, but he did not say anything. He merely led her into the cabin of the ship, climbing down a set of ships until they reached a door. 'She'll be in there,' he muttered, cocking his head in the door's direction. 'Take care, lass. Magic isn't something to meddle with.'
'Thank you,' Christine said simply, turning from him to knock on the door as he sauntered off, mumbling about God and how He didn't approve of magic and how women only caused trouble.