***This is yet another part I'm going to change around. I'm trying to contrast the Captain as he is now, with the Captain that Maria has already begun to make him become. I've taken out the confrontation between the Captain and Maria after he catches them singing " My Favorite Things". But I promise, there will be something else that happens between them to make up for it.
**** This chapter is short for a reason. The next one will be too. And then comes the really, really good stuff!
**** No Captain and Maria interaction in this chapter, and not in the next either. But believe me, there is always a method to my madness. I promise when we get to the Captain an Maria stuff it will be well worth the wait.
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Chapter 3: Storms, Inside and Out
The Captain's POV
I listen as raindrops pound the windows, and thunder roars outside. I try desperately to drown out the sounds coming from down the hall.
I should be angry, I should want to yell at her, I should *need* to yell at her. The first night here and she's already disobeyed me, letting the children be up past their bedtimes. And as if that wasn't bad enough she's singing with them. Singing, an act of expressing joy, love, sadness; emotions I haven't felt since Agathe's death.
But I can't manage to do anything but get lost in her heavenly voice. The way it seems to float through the hall, so soft and beautiful. Every note that she sings seems to awaken the feelings inside of me that have long been dead.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus my mind on my trip with Elsa, to Vienna in the morning. But the sound of Maria's soft laughter instantly flashes me back to earlier. Walking in the front door, to see her standing in my foyer. The sight of her took my breath away. I had expected to never see her again, and now she's in a room right down the hall. She's so close, yet she's never been further.
" Damn it." I say, slamming my fist against my desk.
I stand up quickly, pushing the chair back against the desk. How can someone I hardly know have such an effect on me? I wonder as I sit down on my bed.
I lay my head back against the headboard, taking a slow deep breath before closing my eyes.
Maria's voice floats into the room again, and close my eyes tighter. Despite my best efforts to will my last thought of the night to be of Elsa or Vienna…Maria once again haunts my dreams.
To be continued…
**** This chapter is short for a reason. The next one will be too. And then comes the really, really good stuff!
**** No Captain and Maria interaction in this chapter, and not in the next either. But believe me, there is always a method to my madness. I promise when we get to the Captain an Maria stuff it will be well worth the wait.
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Chapter 3: Storms, Inside and Out
The Captain's POV
I listen as raindrops pound the windows, and thunder roars outside. I try desperately to drown out the sounds coming from down the hall.
I should be angry, I should want to yell at her, I should *need* to yell at her. The first night here and she's already disobeyed me, letting the children be up past their bedtimes. And as if that wasn't bad enough she's singing with them. Singing, an act of expressing joy, love, sadness; emotions I haven't felt since Agathe's death.
But I can't manage to do anything but get lost in her heavenly voice. The way it seems to float through the hall, so soft and beautiful. Every note that she sings seems to awaken the feelings inside of me that have long been dead.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus my mind on my trip with Elsa, to Vienna in the morning. But the sound of Maria's soft laughter instantly flashes me back to earlier. Walking in the front door, to see her standing in my foyer. The sight of her took my breath away. I had expected to never see her again, and now she's in a room right down the hall. She's so close, yet she's never been further.
" Damn it." I say, slamming my fist against my desk.
I stand up quickly, pushing the chair back against the desk. How can someone I hardly know have such an effect on me? I wonder as I sit down on my bed.
I lay my head back against the headboard, taking a slow deep breath before closing my eyes.
Maria's voice floats into the room again, and close my eyes tighter. Despite my best efforts to will my last thought of the night to be of Elsa or Vienna…Maria once again haunts my dreams.
To be continued…
