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tampered2006-09-17 04:45 pm
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Open Log
When; Sunday the 17th; 2 PM
Rating; PG-13 for surprise stuff.
Characters; All of those invited to the wedding. When posting, put "To {insert person's name here}" in the subject line so as not to cause confusion and utter chaos, as fun as that is.
Summary; It's a wedding, omg.
Log;
The cathedral echoed with the whispers of the small group of guests that had been invited. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, making the stone floor glow in a variety of colors. The pews were decorated with roses, and white ribbon cascaded along the walls. It was a beautiful sight, and as Christine peeked through the door, she wished she had a photographer there to take a photograph, but she knew that the image had already burned itself into her memory.
Her thoughts drifted for a moment to her wedding with Raoul, and how, even though it was a very happy occasion, she had wished that it was her father that had walked down the aisle, and not Raoul's. She shook her head, going over to the mirror on the wall to check her hair once again. She didn't want to think about that. If she thought about the life she had left behind, she would be sad, and she wanted to be happy.
'Christine? It's almost time.' She turned to see her father adjusting his dress coat. He had certainly been cleaned up since she had first found him in The Shackled Bride, and looked quite dashing. His face brightened as he saw his daughter in her wedding dress. It was a bit strange and unlike the fashion in their world, but it was beautiful.
'You look lovely, dearest,' he said, approaching her.
'Merci, papa,' Christine thanked him, smiling. 'I'm very excited and happy.'
'Are you? I have noticed your sighings,' he added quickly. 'I know your mind drifts to the family you left behind.' He held out his arms. 'Come here, mai ange.' Christine moved closer to him, and let her father give her a tight hug. 'You know my feelings for Erik; I have not hid them from you, but I would not upset you for any reason. I have been here for God knows how long, and not a day goes by that I do not think of your mother and miss her so. I am able to tolerate this place, but I am not happy.
'Christine...if you can be happy in this City, you shouldn't stop yourself. Love this man like I know he loves you, and do not be sad. You have happy memories of Raoul, oui?' She nodded. 'Remember the good times, and do not mourn over what is lost,' Gustave continued. 'Embrace happiness. And remember, Christine....I will always love you. You will always be my daughter.' His hug tightened.
'I know, papa. I love you too.' She hugged him tightly, trying to hold back tears. Her father had managed to comfort her where no one else could. They drew apart and he kissed her forehead. She smiled, and went over to the door to peek in on the chapel again.
Rating; PG-13 for surprise stuff.
Characters; All of those invited to the wedding. When posting, put "To {insert person's name here}" in the subject line so as not to cause confusion and utter chaos, as fun as that is.
Summary; It's a wedding, omg.
Log;
The cathedral echoed with the whispers of the small group of guests that had been invited. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, making the stone floor glow in a variety of colors. The pews were decorated with roses, and white ribbon cascaded along the walls. It was a beautiful sight, and as Christine peeked through the door, she wished she had a photographer there to take a photograph, but she knew that the image had already burned itself into her memory.
Her thoughts drifted for a moment to her wedding with Raoul, and how, even though it was a very happy occasion, she had wished that it was her father that had walked down the aisle, and not Raoul's. She shook her head, going over to the mirror on the wall to check her hair once again. She didn't want to think about that. If she thought about the life she had left behind, she would be sad, and she wanted to be happy.
'Christine? It's almost time.' She turned to see her father adjusting his dress coat. He had certainly been cleaned up since she had first found him in The Shackled Bride, and looked quite dashing. His face brightened as he saw his daughter in her wedding dress. It was a bit strange and unlike the fashion in their world, but it was beautiful.
'You look lovely, dearest,' he said, approaching her.
'Merci, papa,' Christine thanked him, smiling. 'I'm very excited and happy.'
'Are you? I have noticed your sighings,' he added quickly. 'I know your mind drifts to the family you left behind.' He held out his arms. 'Come here, mai ange.' Christine moved closer to him, and let her father give her a tight hug. 'You know my feelings for Erik; I have not hid them from you, but I would not upset you for any reason. I have been here for God knows how long, and not a day goes by that I do not think of your mother and miss her so. I am able to tolerate this place, but I am not happy.
'Christine...if you can be happy in this City, you shouldn't stop yourself. Love this man like I know he loves you, and do not be sad. You have happy memories of Raoul, oui?' She nodded. 'Remember the good times, and do not mourn over what is lost,' Gustave continued. 'Embrace happiness. And remember, Christine....I will always love you. You will always be my daughter.' His hug tightened.
'I know, papa. I love you too.' She hugged him tightly, trying to hold back tears. Her father had managed to comfort her where no one else could. They drew apart and he kissed her forehead. She smiled, and went over to the door to peek in on the chapel again.