Christine Daae
@swedishsongbird.bsky.social
Eyes lifted to Heaven, awaiting the musical angel promised by Papa.
#POTORP #AU #SmutFree
#POTORP #AU #SmutFree
what will please him.
September 7, 2025 at 1:26 AM
what will please him.
back to him without preamble by his rich, beautiful, and quite hypnotic voice.
With anyone else, she would feel rebellious, but with him, she wants nothing more than to please him.
Christine wants to strive and to soar.
Yet, she has a sinking suspicion that her voice is not yet anywhere near -
With anyone else, she would feel rebellious, but with him, she wants nothing more than to please him.
Christine wants to strive and to soar.
Yet, she has a sinking suspicion that her voice is not yet anywhere near -
September 7, 2025 at 1:26 AM
back to him without preamble by his rich, beautiful, and quite hypnotic voice.
With anyone else, she would feel rebellious, but with him, she wants nothing more than to please him.
Christine wants to strive and to soar.
Yet, she has a sinking suspicion that her voice is not yet anywhere near -
With anyone else, she would feel rebellious, but with him, she wants nothing more than to please him.
Christine wants to strive and to soar.
Yet, she has a sinking suspicion that her voice is not yet anywhere near -
Had she known what he was thinking about her corset, she would habe been mortified and embarrassed. She simply couldn't lace it properly, so, she'd forgone it.
However, now she finds that she can draw in deep breaths without constriction, and it is quite freeing.
Her silly thoughts are drawn-
However, now she finds that she can draw in deep breaths without constriction, and it is quite freeing.
Her silly thoughts are drawn-
September 7, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Had she known what he was thinking about her corset, she would habe been mortified and embarrassed. She simply couldn't lace it properly, so, she'd forgone it.
However, now she finds that she can draw in deep breaths without constriction, and it is quite freeing.
Her silly thoughts are drawn-
However, now she finds that she can draw in deep breaths without constriction, and it is quite freeing.
Her silly thoughts are drawn-
become reality, starting today.
A little nod, and her body naturally shifts into a proper position for breath and volume.
Her eyes focus on the mirror, but not on herself, on where she believes him to be.
"I am ready, my Angel."
A little nod, and her body naturally shifts into a proper position for breath and volume.
Her eyes focus on the mirror, but not on herself, on where she believes him to be.
"I am ready, my Angel."
September 7, 2025 at 12:57 AM
become reality, starting today.
A little nod, and her body naturally shifts into a proper position for breath and volume.
Her eyes focus on the mirror, but not on herself, on where she believes him to be.
"I am ready, my Angel."
A little nod, and her body naturally shifts into a proper position for breath and volume.
Her eyes focus on the mirror, but not on herself, on where she believes him to be.
"I am ready, my Angel."
Her hands eventually still at Her Angel's reassurances, and Christine takes a breath, and then another.
Her hands stop their nervous fidgeting and clasp lightly at her waist.
It takes her another moment to center herself and to remember again why she is here.
Her hopes, her dreams, they could -
Her hands stop their nervous fidgeting and clasp lightly at her waist.
It takes her another moment to center herself and to remember again why she is here.
Her hopes, her dreams, they could -
September 7, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Her hands eventually still at Her Angel's reassurances, and Christine takes a breath, and then another.
Her hands stop their nervous fidgeting and clasp lightly at her waist.
It takes her another moment to center herself and to remember again why she is here.
Her hopes, her dreams, they could -
Her hands stop their nervous fidgeting and clasp lightly at her waist.
It takes her another moment to center herself and to remember again why she is here.
Her hopes, her dreams, they could -
not. I tried not to be rude, but she talked well into the night. I did not sleep well."
She looks down at her hands.
She looks down at her hands.
September 7, 2025 at 12:19 AM
not. I tried not to be rude, but she talked well into the night. I did not sleep well."
She looks down at her hands.
She looks down at her hands.
circles, and the pale skin. She nervously touches her hair, searching for loose strands, and looks down for buttons undone or ribbons amiss.
"I.."
She did not wish to tell tales on Meg, but she has already sensed that her Angel does not stand for lies. "Meg wanted to talk last night, and I did-
"I.."
She did not wish to tell tales on Meg, but she has already sensed that her Angel does not stand for lies. "Meg wanted to talk last night, and I did-
September 7, 2025 at 12:18 AM
circles, and the pale skin. She nervously touches her hair, searching for loose strands, and looks down for buttons undone or ribbons amiss.
"I.."
She did not wish to tell tales on Meg, but she has already sensed that her Angel does not stand for lies. "Meg wanted to talk last night, and I did-
"I.."
She did not wish to tell tales on Meg, but she has already sensed that her Angel does not stand for lies. "Meg wanted to talk last night, and I did-
He's real. Her Angel. Christine breathes a sigh of relief when his voice fills the room. She has not dreamed him.
He is reality.
Moving closer to the piano, she rests a hand lightly upon it until he raises a query about her appearance.
Her hands fly to her face, as of she can cover the dark -
He is reality.
Moving closer to the piano, she rests a hand lightly upon it until he raises a query about her appearance.
Her hands fly to her face, as of she can cover the dark -
September 7, 2025 at 12:15 AM
He's real. Her Angel. Christine breathes a sigh of relief when his voice fills the room. She has not dreamed him.
He is reality.
Moving closer to the piano, she rests a hand lightly upon it until he raises a query about her appearance.
Her hands fly to her face, as of she can cover the dark -
He is reality.
Moving closer to the piano, she rests a hand lightly upon it until he raises a query about her appearance.
Her hands fly to her face, as of she can cover the dark -
and no matter how she had feigned sleep, the little ballerina had insisted on prattling on and on until late into the night.
Patting about in the inky blackness, her fingertips brush over matches and she blinks as she finally lights a candle.
She dares not light a lamp.
"Angel. I am here."
She-
Patting about in the inky blackness, her fingertips brush over matches and she blinks as she finally lights a candle.
She dares not light a lamp.
"Angel. I am here."
She-
September 2, 2025 at 12:07 AM
and no matter how she had feigned sleep, the little ballerina had insisted on prattling on and on until late into the night.
Patting about in the inky blackness, her fingertips brush over matches and she blinks as she finally lights a candle.
She dares not light a lamp.
"Angel. I am here."
She-
Patting about in the inky blackness, her fingertips brush over matches and she blinks as she finally lights a candle.
She dares not light a lamp.
"Angel. I am here."
She-
call for hot water. She can not draw attention to herself, for there will be questions she does not wish to answer.
Yawning still, she nearly stumbles down the still darkened corridors, counting the doors, until she pushes open the one she is looking for.
Meg has insisted on talking last night,-
Yawning still, she nearly stumbles down the still darkened corridors, counting the doors, until she pushes open the one she is looking for.
Meg has insisted on talking last night,-
September 2, 2025 at 12:05 AM
call for hot water. She can not draw attention to herself, for there will be questions she does not wish to answer.
Yawning still, she nearly stumbles down the still darkened corridors, counting the doors, until she pushes open the one she is looking for.
Meg has insisted on talking last night,-
Yawning still, she nearly stumbles down the still darkened corridors, counting the doors, until she pushes open the one she is looking for.
Meg has insisted on talking last night,-
Shivering, Christine creeps from her bed the next morning, rubbing her eyes, desperate to wake up. She must hurry, or she will be late.
She must not break her promise to her Angel, especially not on the first morning!
The frigid water stings her delicate skin as she bathes quickly, but she can not-
She must not break her promise to her Angel, especially not on the first morning!
The frigid water stings her delicate skin as she bathes quickly, but she can not-
September 2, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Shivering, Christine creeps from her bed the next morning, rubbing her eyes, desperate to wake up. She must hurry, or she will be late.
She must not break her promise to her Angel, especially not on the first morning!
The frigid water stings her delicate skin as she bathes quickly, but she can not-
She must not break her promise to her Angel, especially not on the first morning!
The frigid water stings her delicate skin as she bathes quickly, but she can not-
his cheek to be.
"I wish...I wish...."
She falters,
Another kiss, and she runs out in a flurry out skirts.
"I wish...I wish...."
She falters,
Another kiss, and she runs out in a flurry out skirts.
August 29, 2025 at 12:37 AM
his cheek to be.
"I wish...I wish...."
She falters,
Another kiss, and she runs out in a flurry out skirts.
"I wish...I wish...."
She falters,
Another kiss, and she runs out in a flurry out skirts.
"Yes! I will!"
Turning towards the door, she takes two steps before halting and Turning back to the mirror.
Moving quite close, she stretches up in tiptoe, and whisper.
"My beautiful Angel, I will do all you ask and more. Thank you."
Her soft lips press against the glass just where she imagines-
Turning towards the door, she takes two steps before halting and Turning back to the mirror.
Moving quite close, she stretches up in tiptoe, and whisper.
"My beautiful Angel, I will do all you ask and more. Thank you."
Her soft lips press against the glass just where she imagines-
August 29, 2025 at 12:33 AM
"Yes! I will!"
Turning towards the door, she takes two steps before halting and Turning back to the mirror.
Moving quite close, she stretches up in tiptoe, and whisper.
"My beautiful Angel, I will do all you ask and more. Thank you."
Her soft lips press against the glass just where she imagines-
Turning towards the door, she takes two steps before halting and Turning back to the mirror.
Moving quite close, she stretches up in tiptoe, and whisper.
"My beautiful Angel, I will do all you ask and more. Thank you."
Her soft lips press against the glass just where she imagines-
will accomplish this, she does not know, but she will find a way.
"I will do all to please you."
"I will do all to please you."
August 27, 2025 at 9:05 AM
will accomplish this, she does not know, but she will find a way.
"I will do all to please you."
"I will do all to please you."
The clue passes swiftly by her, as she is a bit mortified to have her bad habit of over sleeping brought into light.
She colors up to her forehead, blushing deeply, but neither cries nor complains.
"Yes, Angel, yes! I will do all that you ask. I wil be here an hour early! I promise!."
How she-
She colors up to her forehead, blushing deeply, but neither cries nor complains.
"Yes, Angel, yes! I will do all that you ask. I wil be here an hour early! I promise!."
How she-
August 27, 2025 at 9:04 AM
The clue passes swiftly by her, as she is a bit mortified to have her bad habit of over sleeping brought into light.
She colors up to her forehead, blushing deeply, but neither cries nor complains.
"Yes, Angel, yes! I will do all that you ask. I wil be here an hour early! I promise!."
How she-
She colors up to her forehead, blushing deeply, but neither cries nor complains.
"Yes, Angel, yes! I will do all that you ask. I wil be here an hour early! I promise!."
How she-
sing! Maybe one day, her name will be as famous as Carlotta's.
August 27, 2025 at 2:30 AM
sing! Maybe one day, her name will be as famous as Carlotta's.
Why would she ever say no? Papa has made this happen. This she believes in her heart of hearts.
"I will, Angel. Oh, I will."
Stepping back, she clasps her hands, looking up, eyes shining, cheeks flushed.
"Please Angel, tell me what I must do, and I will follow your teachings."
She will-
"I will, Angel. Oh, I will."
Stepping back, she clasps her hands, looking up, eyes shining, cheeks flushed.
"Please Angel, tell me what I must do, and I will follow your teachings."
She will-
August 27, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Why would she ever say no? Papa has made this happen. This she believes in her heart of hearts.
"I will, Angel. Oh, I will."
Stepping back, she clasps her hands, looking up, eyes shining, cheeks flushed.
"Please Angel, tell me what I must do, and I will follow your teachings."
She will-
"I will, Angel. Oh, I will."
Stepping back, she clasps her hands, looking up, eyes shining, cheeks flushed.
"Please Angel, tell me what I must do, and I will follow your teachings."
She will-
from the floor, she walks to the mirror, wishing she could see him.
Resting her cheek against the cool glass, she speaks softly.
"I want to sing. I want my voice to soar. Oh. Angel, I want to make people weep."
Resting her cheek against the cool glass, she speaks softly.
"I want to sing. I want my voice to soar. Oh. Angel, I want to make people weep."
August 27, 2025 at 1:46 AM
from the floor, she walks to the mirror, wishing she could see him.
Resting her cheek against the cool glass, she speaks softly.
"I want to sing. I want my voice to soar. Oh. Angel, I want to make people weep."
Resting her cheek against the cool glass, she speaks softly.
"I want to sing. I want my voice to soar. Oh. Angel, I want to make people weep."
Her hands drift down to her lap as she listens intently. Does he mean?
Can he?
Should she?
"I do grow weary of..."
Her hand covers her mouth as she thinks.
"Angel, do you think?"
Christine has ever been soft spoken and never put herself forward, but /what/ did she come here for?
Rising -
Can he?
Should she?
"I do grow weary of..."
Her hand covers her mouth as she thinks.
"Angel, do you think?"
Christine has ever been soft spoken and never put herself forward, but /what/ did she come here for?
Rising -
August 27, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Her hands drift down to her lap as she listens intently. Does he mean?
Can he?
Should she?
"I do grow weary of..."
Her hand covers her mouth as she thinks.
"Angel, do you think?"
Christine has ever been soft spoken and never put herself forward, but /what/ did she come here for?
Rising -
Can he?
Should she?
"I do grow weary of..."
Her hand covers her mouth as she thinks.
"Angel, do you think?"
Christine has ever been soft spoken and never put herself forward, but /what/ did she come here for?
Rising -
could I ask anything of you when you have already given so much?"
August 27, 2025 at 1:29 AM
could I ask anything of you when you have already given so much?"
"Oh."
She whispers.
"Is it not enough that you have come?"
She sinks slowly to the floor, legs curling under her. Tucked into her dress is one rose petal from the rose he had given her the night before.
Breathing in the scent before pressing it to her cheek, Christine smiles gently.
"How-
She whispers.
"Is it not enough that you have come?"
She sinks slowly to the floor, legs curling under her. Tucked into her dress is one rose petal from the rose he had given her the night before.
Breathing in the scent before pressing it to her cheek, Christine smiles gently.
"How-
August 27, 2025 at 1:27 AM
"Oh."
She whispers.
"Is it not enough that you have come?"
She sinks slowly to the floor, legs curling under her. Tucked into her dress is one rose petal from the rose he had given her the night before.
Breathing in the scent before pressing it to her cheek, Christine smiles gently.
"How-
She whispers.
"Is it not enough that you have come?"
She sinks slowly to the floor, legs curling under her. Tucked into her dress is one rose petal from the rose he had given her the night before.
Breathing in the scent before pressing it to her cheek, Christine smiles gently.
"How-
Heart pounding she nearly weeps with joy. "Oh, Angel!"
Little hands clasped, she turns again, seeking for him again.
"Papa promised, and you came!"
Tears of joy and relief sparkle in her eyes as she feels her soul soar.
"Oh, I did! I did.!
Little hands clasped, she turns again, seeking for him again.
"Papa promised, and you came!"
Tears of joy and relief sparkle in her eyes as she feels her soul soar.
"Oh, I did! I did.!
August 27, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Heart pounding she nearly weeps with joy. "Oh, Angel!"
Little hands clasped, she turns again, seeking for him again.
"Papa promised, and you came!"
Tears of joy and relief sparkle in her eyes as she feels her soul soar.
"Oh, I did! I did.!
Little hands clasped, she turns again, seeking for him again.
"Papa promised, and you came!"
Tears of joy and relief sparkle in her eyes as she feels her soul soar.
"Oh, I did! I did.!