The Guiltily Ashamed Inner Musings of the Opera Ghost
Had a bad night.
Started off well; sat with Neville Landless in the mansion by the fireplace, I in my armchair... we spoke as friends--discovered the meaning of life, and discussed our respective love lives over a few glasses of wine...
For me, a few became, er... nine.
And a half.
And a shot. Of something I couldn't quite recognize through the bleary haze. But that came after the massive tickle fight.
Anyway, after Neville and I were thoroughly drunk, he and Romy began tickling me ruthlessly, so I tickled back, and then all three of us ended up lying in the middle of the floor gasping for breath and tickling one another as though our lives depended on it. It was lots of fun; more fun than I've had in some time, actually.
Then Rosa came, and Neville and I spent ages trying to wheedle her into joining us on the floor, as we were really having a wonderful time. But no, Rosa would have none of it. So then we got to discussing Rosa's feelings for Neville and Raoul, and I said--and it seemed brilliant at the time, really--that Rosa runs to Raoul for comfort and safety, but really wants Neville, it's just that she's afraid of how he makes her feel, innocent girl that she is.
Right, that's me after nine and a half glasses of wine. Sorry.
So Rosa flounced off into the kitchen and Neville followed her, and I was alone with Romy. Of course, not really alone, since we were in the mansion, in the middle of the room. In my weakened state I thought of Christine, because no amount of tickling can make me stop thinking of her. It was more than I could bear, I missed her so much. I remembered holding her close; waking and seeing her curled up next to me, smiling in her sleep... I was crying, thinking of her and how I'd surely lost her for good.
And Romy hugged me. I... usually I don't... but... I was so upset, and I hugged her back... and I stroked her hair, and if I closed my eyes, it felt so much like Christine's hair. For a moment, I was in another place at another time... it was back when she loved me, when we loved each other so much that nothing else mattered--when she clung to me as if I were a buoy in the wildest, darkest sea.
She was my Christine, and I kissed her as I have wanted to so badly for the past two months.
But then--I felt her go rigid as a board. Of course she wasn't Christine, she was Romy, and I had just kissed her in a most inappropriate manner.
*sigh* Romy fainted. And I? Well. I am faring poorly. Now, the one crime Christine suspected of me of which I was truly innocent.... I have committed. I am a cheat.
I fear I shall be sick.
Started off well; sat with Neville Landless in the mansion by the fireplace, I in my armchair... we spoke as friends--discovered the meaning of life, and discussed our respective love lives over a few glasses of wine...
For me, a few became, er... nine.
And a half.
And a shot. Of something I couldn't quite recognize through the bleary haze. But that came after the massive tickle fight.
Anyway, after Neville and I were thoroughly drunk, he and Romy began tickling me ruthlessly, so I tickled back, and then all three of us ended up lying in the middle of the floor gasping for breath and tickling one another as though our lives depended on it. It was lots of fun; more fun than I've had in some time, actually.
Then Rosa came, and Neville and I spent ages trying to wheedle her into joining us on the floor, as we were really having a wonderful time. But no, Rosa would have none of it. So then we got to discussing Rosa's feelings for Neville and Raoul, and I said--and it seemed brilliant at the time, really--that Rosa runs to Raoul for comfort and safety, but really wants Neville, it's just that she's afraid of how he makes her feel, innocent girl that she is.
Right, that's me after nine and a half glasses of wine. Sorry.
So Rosa flounced off into the kitchen and Neville followed her, and I was alone with Romy. Of course, not really alone, since we were in the mansion, in the middle of the room. In my weakened state I thought of Christine, because no amount of tickling can make me stop thinking of her. It was more than I could bear, I missed her so much. I remembered holding her close; waking and seeing her curled up next to me, smiling in her sleep... I was crying, thinking of her and how I'd surely lost her for good.
And Romy hugged me. I... usually I don't... but... I was so upset, and I hugged her back... and I stroked her hair, and if I closed my eyes, it felt so much like Christine's hair. For a moment, I was in another place at another time... it was back when she loved me, when we loved each other so much that nothing else mattered--when she clung to me as if I were a buoy in the wildest, darkest sea.
She was my Christine, and I kissed her as I have wanted to so badly for the past two months.
But then--I felt her go rigid as a board. Of course she wasn't Christine, she was Romy, and I had just kissed her in a most inappropriate manner.
*sigh* Romy fainted. And I? Well. I am faring poorly. Now, the one crime Christine suspected of me of which I was truly innocent.... I have committed. I am a cheat.
I fear I shall be sick.