Forty-Third Spell [Audio//Fed-up]

[faeriexprincess]

 Does... h-how do you...

[She stops, takes a breath, calms herself, and then starts again.]

W-what... is a good way... t-to get over someone?

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[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

[Go sympathise with a psychopath and fall head-ver-heels in love with him so you end up in an abusive, co-dependent relationship. Duh.]

Oh, Ama... I wish I could help you. I suppose with Raoul, I ended up realising that my love for him was more like the love of friends after spending time with Erol, but I don't think that will be any help.

Maybe you could... try to find a new sweetheart? I hope that doesn't sound horribly harsh, but it's all I can think of.

[Audio//Spell-Switched to French]

[faeriexprincess]

[She doesn't think you're being harsh, she just doesn't really think of that as an option.]

I'm not interested in anyone else here, Chrissie.

[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

Perhaps you just have to wait a little, and your knight in shining armour will arrive here, and sweep you off your feet. I agree, nobody here is good enough for you, Ama. You need a wonderful, handsome, honourable man to love you!

[Christine wants to cheer Ama up, but she can't help but feel that she's failing. Having never really been in this situation, it's hard to know what to say. It doesn't help that she's bursting to tell Ama her news...]

[Audio//Spell-Switched to French]

[faeriexprincess]

C-christine, you give me to much credit. I-i'm really not that...

[She's flustered now, sighing. No, she doesn't need someone amazing, she just needs someone who can compare to him...]

[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

Yes you are. You're wonderful, Ama, and you deserve one of the most wonderful men in existance to make you happy.

[She says 'one of' because OBVIOUSLY Erol is the most wonderful. And nobody can have him but her. Despite the fact that nobody would want him but her.]

[Audio//Spell-Switched to French]

[faeriexprincess]

Y-you flatter me, Chrissie...

[No, really, she's blushing; Ama doesn't think she deserves that much.]

[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

It's the truth, Ama.

Besides, I have something to tell you that might cheer you up!

[Christine knows that she can't lock messages to save her life, and she should probably ask Ama to meet her somewhere to tell her about her engagement, but she's still incredibly self-conscious about her eyes. After covering any mirrors (and feeling rather like Erik must have in the process), she manages to almost forget about them most of the time, and the fact that Erol doesn't think her a freak helps, but Christine isn't sure if she's up to showing anyone else yet. Even her best friend. But... Ama will see sooner or later, especially if she's her maid of honour... Oh, she doesn't know what to do!]

But I have to ask you something first. I know it will probably sound very strange, but... Ama, if a friend of yours got... changed, somehow, and the change was that their appearance was altered in a way that most people would find strange - freakish, even - what would you do?

[Audio//Spell-Switched to French]

[faeriexprincess]

Oh?

[The faerie pauses at the question, a little surprised. She's not sure why her friends asking this, but...]

I would see them no differently, nor would the way I treat them change at all; why do you ask?

[Audio//French]

[chorusangel]

Really? You really wouldn't see her-- uh, them differently at all?

[This is quite unbelievable, and Christine grins to herself. She has such wonderful friends, to have such morals. It makes her feel all the more wicked for how she treated Erik, but she'd take guilt over abandonment any day.]

I... it doesn't matter why. Would you come to my room so we can talk, Ama?

[Audio//Spell-Switched to French]

[faeriexprincess]

Of course, Chrissie; I'll be there in a bit.

[The faeries confused and more then a little worried; why on earth had that been so important to her? Whatever the case, the faerie makes her way to the other girls room, not taking to to long.

Knock knock, Chrissie.]

[Commentlog]

[chorusangel]

[The reason Chrissie was so fussed about that little interrogation becomes quite clear when she hesitantly opens the door just enough that Ama blocks the brunette from the sight of anyone else in the corridor. Her eyes, formerly a lovely chocolate brown, are now entirely black. She looks at Ama with a vaguely pleading expression, as though silently begging her not to go back on what she said and decide her friend would be better off as in a sideshow at a circus.]

B-bonjour, Ama. Come in.

[Commentlog]

[faeriexprincess]

Hi, Chrissie, thanks.

[The faeries a little surprised, sure, but it's not to bad. She's seen much, much worse done with spells and hexes back home, honestly. She steps in, looks about the room for a moment, then turns back to her friend.]

So, what did you need to tell me?

[Commentlog]

[chorusangel]

[Christine waits for Ama to make some reference to her appearance, either negative or comforting or whatever... but when none is forthcoming, her awful self-confidence stirs just a little. Maybe...

But there are more important things to concentrate on right now. Christine has said this countless times to herself, but telling Ama will make it all the more real. The brunette grins at her friend excitedly, and declares:]

Erol and I are getting married!

[Commentlog]

[faeriexprincess]

...What?

[For a moment, all she can do is stare, thinking she was just hearing things. She... couldn't have really said what she thinks she said, could she? She couldn't possibly be... Oh God. She's torn between being happy for her friend and being terrified; she knows what Erol is capable of, but...

Finally, the faerie manages a mask of happiness, hugging her friend.]

T-that's great, Chrissie! When did he ask?

[Commentlog]

[chorusangel]

[Christine hugs back, completely ecstatic and completely oblivious both to the danger she's potentially placing herself in, and how hurtful it might be for Amaria to hear that her best friend is engaged when she's just made a post about getting over her own failed love.]

While he was sick. Oh, Ama, it really was romantic. I asked him if ever he thought he might love me, and he said yes! I knew I should probably leave it at that and be content, but I couldn't help but ask then if he ever thought we would marry, if he did love me - and again, he said yes!

Of course, I was satisfied at that point, and I did wonder when it would occur, but I didn't push. But, oh, Erol asked me himself! He proposed, while he was injured and must have been in so much pain... Is it not truly wonderful, Ama?

[Commentlog]

[faeriexprincess]

[While he was injured and likely on pain medication; that's when he asked her. This news makes her even more worried, but she really doesn't want to upset the poor thing...]

Y-yes, it is, um... w-when did you plan on having the w-wedding?