Post by Madame Giry on Mar 13, 2006 12:19:52 GMT -5
Roslin awoke to the gentle playing of music. She rubbed her eyes and noticed she was lying on a antiquish, wine colored couch. She glanced around to see where she was. There was a wide lake with a small boat on it, a lot of candles thta dimly lit the...cave? She wasn't sure where she was now. The music she heard was coming from behind her...beside her...above her...she wasn't sure. She sat up and turned to see the Phantom playing the piano, indeed, behind, beside and slightly above her.
She gasped and the music stopped. She turned her eyes from him, scarred that she would be the next victum of his rage.
"Roslin," he said gently, there was a touch of sadness in his voice. She looked back again to see him standing right behind her. "It's time we had a talk."
In the next few minutes, or hours, or days even (for Roslin wasn't sure) she sat still while the phantom stood behind her, telling of how his mother dispised him, he was abandoned, abused and then finally coming to the opera. He only looked at the ground as he talked.
"Why...are you telling me this?" Rose inquired.
He looked up at her. His face, the part that was uncovered, was serious. "Why have you been giving me all those things to give to Mdm. Giry?"
"I was sure I could trust you, atleast I would hope so," he replied as he looked up and into her eyes. Roslin was about to ask 'why' again, but he beat her to it. "Because, isn't that what family is for, little sister?"
She gasped and the music stopped. She turned her eyes from him, scarred that she would be the next victum of his rage.
"Roslin," he said gently, there was a touch of sadness in his voice. She looked back again to see him standing right behind her. "It's time we had a talk."
In the next few minutes, or hours, or days even (for Roslin wasn't sure) she sat still while the phantom stood behind her, telling of how his mother dispised him, he was abandoned, abused and then finally coming to the opera. He only looked at the ground as he talked.
"Why...are you telling me this?" Rose inquired.
He looked up at her. His face, the part that was uncovered, was serious. "Why have you been giving me all those things to give to Mdm. Giry?"
"I was sure I could trust you, atleast I would hope so," he replied as he looked up and into her eyes. Roslin was about to ask 'why' again, but he beat her to it. "Because, isn't that what family is for, little sister?"
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