Say You'll Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime

Say the Word and I Will Follow You

Bonjour, Madames and Monsieurs! I am Christine Daae, former dancer and current singer at the Pairs Opera House. Lately, things have been taking a turn but I know that someone will be watching over me. Feel free to drop by anytime!

((Independent RP blog for Christine Daae from The Phantom of the Opera. All fandoms welcome. I do not own anything unless stated so.))

Tracking: wanderingdaae

there will never be a day when i won’t think of you…

(Source: schmendrick-the-magician)

Let Your Fantasies Unwind {ask-opera-phantom}

ask-opera-phantom:

Madness. Was this illusion the madness he was only moments ago ready to surrender to? Madness… Oh, pity his poor deranged soul! If this was indeed madness he was more than willing to submit to its tides. Now he had an insincere vision to match the voice! What glory! Why, it had to be madness! How could it not be so? After all, he had heard it passed along from one cast member to another. Manager to manager. Stage hand to director. Ah, but they whispered in ignorance to their audience, as the Opera Ghost heard too! Christine had been sent to preform elsewhere with no concretely set date of ever returning. Taken together, why would she be motivated to come back? No doubts were held in his mind that she was accompanied by the viscount—the insolent fool! He surely convinced her to remain at the other theater. Then of course there were the other contributing factors that could prompt her to take permanent work at the opera house she had been transferred to. The pay may have been better, every last employee here was an untalented, dimwitted dolt while the other may have some of the finest in Paris… She had absolutely no reason to reappear before him. Christine was too wise to come again to this damned stage. But here she stood. A hallucination… Madness. What a beautiful thing, this madness!

A miniature, drained smile began to curve among exhausted features as he sought to cope with and embrace what he assumed insanity. Sanity is all he had left to spare, mind you. Christine— the oh so splendid apparition—she spoke with the exact voice as though his angel was truly before him this instant! The ghost was practically an exact replica of his love gone amiss. Her smile was just as gorgeous. And now she was approaching him… No, no she couldn’t touch him! What if, at attempted contact, she vanished? This beloved illusion would disappear before his very eyes, stealing all he had left of his dear, lost Christine. So Erik would stride in opposite direction of the woman he thought to be a specter formed by a mind driven crazy, speaking in a tone practically inaudible as if talking too loud itself would make the vision withdraw. “You mustn’t touch me, my dear angel. We cannot have you fade. Not yet. Let me live in madness’ bliss. Even if for a moment, let me cherish this blessing of your illusion.”

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Oh, how she wished that he would just listen. That he would look at her and know that she was truly there. Christine had come back, after saying not a word of goodbye when she left months ago. To come back for him. There had been that aching feeling that burned through her veins whenever a day went by where she couldn’t she her angel. No one would believe her if she said such a thing. To hear that she had given up this opportunity to work alongside a new group of talented young students, in such a beautiful building, and the pay that went with it. And instead, to come back to the old opera house where she hid in the shadows for so long, where the infamous Opera Ghost wrecked havoc down on whomever didn’t obey his requests. Except for when they saw a monster, she saw a genius. A man who yearns for love and compassion, broken by those who shunned him from the light of day. One man that she rather simply loved like no other. And she came back for him, despite what other people might think.

Standing for what seemed to be hours, he had finally moved. No, not closer to her, for he still didn’t believe that she was actually in front of him, in flesh and blood. An illusion? Did he really believe that she was only a figment of his imagination? Oh, poor angel, he had not slipped into madness just yet. “But I won’t fade, my darling.” The young soprano had begun to walk towards him once more, although he had asked her not to do so. It was only time when she would finally convince him that if there was one thing for certain, she wasn’t going to give up on him anytime soon. Not the managers’ attempt could move her, nor any other offer she was given. “You aren’t going mad. I am here, I have come back to the Opera Populaire. I have come back to you.” A small smile graced her features as she stepped in front of him, looking up into his eyes with her own gentle ones. She reached up with one hand, pressing the palm to the side of his unmasked cheek, her thumb grazing lightly over the skin there. “Open your eyes, angel.” And with those words spoken so softly, practically a whisper, she leaned up slowly as to press her lips to his malformed one in a tender kiss.

(Source: wanderingdaae)

thursdays-child-ii:

Andre/Firmin:
Here’s a toast
To a prosperous year
To our friends who are here

Piangi and Carlotta:
May the splendour never fade!

Put one in my ask box!! [tragedy in love version]

  • "I never loved you."
  • "I never hated you."
  • "Why did you leave me?"
  • "I have to confess something. I’m dying…"
  • "Why him/her? Why not me?"
  • "I’m in love with someone else."
  • "I’m done with you."
  • "I want you back."
  • "{insertname} is dead."
  • "He/she’s dead and it’s all my fault!"
  • "I wish you were dead."
  • "You disgust me."
  • "I have always loved you."
  • "Why don’t you love me?"
  • "What’s wrong with me?"
  • "I hate you with all that is within me."
  • "He/she will never love me."
  • "Everything was a lie, wasn’t it?"
  • "Do you love her/him?"
  • "If I can’t have you, no one can."
  • "Please don’t go."
  • "I can’t do this anymore."
  • "He/She knows about us."
  • "How could I ever love anybody like you?"
  • "You didn’t actually believe I cared, did you?"
  • "Pick me. Choose me. Love me.”

(Source: herroyaldarkness)

princeofconjurers:

fireplaceproblems:

arielmun:

replicanumberone:

kristoffmun:


Mary Poppins.I am totally okay with this.

WARM BODIES

Frozen
 on one hand, a childhood of isolation and fear. On the other, badass ice powers…totally okay with it

batman
nanananananananananananananananaBAT-NALAAAAAAAAAA

Requiem for a Dream
SHIT

//Les Miserables. Crap…

…. Phantom of the Opera (RAH version)*blinks*PHANTOM BBY COME HEREEEEEEEEEEEE

princeofconjurers:

fireplaceproblems:

arielmun:

replicanumberone:

kristoffmun:

Mary Poppins.

I am totally okay with this.

WARM BODIES

Frozen

 on one hand, a childhood of isolation and fear. On the other, badass ice powers…totally okay with it

batman

nanananananananananananananananaBAT-NALAAAAAAAAAA

Requiem for a Dream

SHIT

//Les Miserables. Crap…

…. Phantom of the Opera (RAH version)

*blinks*

PHANTOM BBY COME HEREEEEEEEEEEEE

(Source: best-of-memes)

operaspecter sent: ❤☑∞❅☺❖ ((I miss your Christine dearly! Hope all is well, and have a happy new year <3))

D’awwwwwwww <333 I just can’t akjshbkajhskj. But all is well and I wish you a very happy new year as well, my darling!

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Don’t I owe you a reply or something? Cause I can always try to find the thingy again and we can continue threading and akjshkja ignore me.

2013 RECOLLECTION

Send me "❤" if you think that I'm quality.
Send me "▲" if you want to rp with me
Send me "☺" if you think that I'm a Tumblr famous
Send me "☑" if you think that I get my character correctly
Send me "∞" if you think that your muse and my muse should marry
Send me "♞" if you think that we should get married.
Send me "❅" if you're okay with me spamming your inbox with love
Send me "☺" if you're proud to be my follower
Send me "❖" if you like my blog
Send me a "✉" if you think that my muse is cute

I’d totally dismantled this child…taken her to pieces in my crazed determination to make her heart tick in harmony with my own.

{Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

teensophiebelieves:

itsjustonebullet:

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The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall (one gifset per song)

18/21Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again