After an unspecified amount of time, Constance awoke to find herself alone once more. This was nothing out of the ordinary for the prima ballerina, however last night had not been the usual circumstantial routine. A smile came to her lips as she remembered sharing passionate kisses with him, his hands roaming her petite frame as she cried out his name in lust and desire more than once. He had been so focused on her, on them, she had instantly forgiven him for ignoring her for so long. She turned to look at her right, reaching her arm out to grab nothing but the silk sheets below her. However soft to the touch they felt against her bare arm, she would rather be feeling her lover's chest instead. Slowly she pulled the sheets over her bare figure, baring her legs to the left of the bed as she stood up and took in her surroundings.
Constance never had a chance to sneak around his chambers prior to this moment as she truly began looking at the stone carvings surrounding her. She found herself surrounded by integrate carvings, some of faces, some she could tell were angel and demon representations. When Nadir had briefly told her that Erik had done architecture some years ago and said he was masterful at it, she never imagined he was this artistic. Yet again, the carvings and the feel of the entire room itself were oddly matched.
She continued clinging onto the red silk sheets and then wrapped them around her person, deciding to see if he was still in the quarters of his home or if he decided to venture off for the day. Slowly her feet took her to the other side of the room, to which she found one of his signature notes wedged between the frame and the door. Sighing to herself, she opened the note and began to read it.
Mon Espion,
You looked so peaceful and happy that I did not want to disturb you. Unfortunately I cannot be there to witness you waking up. However, I have made sure to leave you clean undergarments and a day dress so that you may venture off to do any mundane task that your heart desires.
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She smiled at the sweet compliments he gave her and yet was a little upset he had to run off to the unknown to do some random task. Could he not hold off his errands for a few more moments with her? Constance sighed once more and turned around, finding the exact garments of clothing he specified in his letter. She placed the letter down on the nightstand and removed the sheets from her frame making sure to leave them back where they belonged. She then continued the tedious task of placing on her undergarments, her slip and a corset before placing an extravagant ruby dress over her head. The dress itself had integrate detailing in matching lace, showcasing her most prized assets while remaining proper. It reminded her of the holiday that was soon approaching and she had not yet gone out and bought any presents!
A gasp escaped her lips as she made this realization, quickly placing on her slippers from the night before and made her way out of Erik's home and towards her own chambers. After arriving in her room, she quickly changed her shoes for more weather appropriate ones, donned on a black cloak and caught up on her hygiene routine. Making sure she was presentable, she quickly left her room and shut the door behind her.
"Mademoiselle Desjardins!" a male voice called behind her, causing her to jump and turn to the source of the voice. It was none other than Raoul, someone she really had no desire to see at the moment, "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Vicomte de Chagney," Constance mused half-heartedly, curtsying to him as he quickly closed the space between them.
"You were so busy last night that I did not get the chance to tell you how truly marvelous you were last night as Odette!" Raoul beamed, causing a slight blush to form on Constance's cheeks.
"Well I certainly appreciate your kind words Monsieur de le Vicomte but I was just about to head out into town," she replied, which earned her a curious look from the patron of the opera house.
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Mon Espion || Phantom of the Opera
FanfictionWhen Constance Desjardins decides to take her ambitions to the next level by trying out for the Opera Populaire's ballet, she learns of an Opera Ghost that has kidnapped the newly famous primma donna, Christine Daae. Can a ghost truly kidnap the liv...