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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2007 6:59:39 GMT -5
She will always have me, even if you--
*Julian was quick to push the thought away, nuzzling against Erik once more to prove to himself that he was there. They were. Together. That wasn't going to change. He wouldn't let it.*
"Of course. We will take care of her."
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Post by Erik on Oct 14, 2007 2:28:03 GMT -5
*Erik wanted to follow the thread of his thought, but the questions it provoked died with Julian's withdrawal of it. He lodged his arms more securely around his son.*
"Erik has never known what it is like... to have someone who has not run away."
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Post by Julian on Oct 14, 2007 8:13:03 GMT -5
*Julian's brow furrowed slightly and he looked up to Erik, innocence in his face.*
"I won't. Never. I will only go if I am forced. And even then..."
*He sighed.*
"I would be pained by the separation."
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2007 9:14:55 GMT -5
"Yes," *he said simply.* "I know."
Erik felt it... your relief. As he felt his own.
*Knowing was a heady thing, so different from his rabid self-confidence as regarded Christine as to make it clear that that had been all bluster. There was conviction, and then again there was Knowledge.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 15, 2007 11:57:31 GMT -5
*Julian had never felt so whole, so safe. He shut his eyes, knowing that he was no longer alone.*
"I...love you, Erik." *he whispered groggily as he drifted in and out of sleep.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2007 12:03:52 GMT -5
"I..."
*He did not know what he would have said, for Julian's drift into unconsciousness seemed to pull him down with it, so that body and mind entwined they slept together.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2007 23:02:15 GMT -5
((Should they wake up and all that or should I skip that and tell Julian to come to Death's with me?))
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Post by Erik on Oct 17, 2007 18:11:47 GMT -5
*Erik slipped into Julian's room without knocking. Either Julian would be awake or not; he would feel Erik's presence either way.*
"My son," *he breathed gently.* "Erik has spoken to Death, and he has agreed to help us. But we must go to him; for him to examine you."
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Post by Julian on Oct 21, 2007 17:12:43 GMT -5
*Julian looked up wide-eyed.*
"Examine me? What do you mean? Does he know how to help?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 21, 2007 17:21:57 GMT -5
"Erik doesn't know if he even knows--but he brought you here. He is the best person to ask. And he will not hurt you. But I believe he has never heard of anything like this, and needs to see you to make some sort of determination. Are you willing?"
*He stood before Julian and cupped his cheek.*
"Erik would not lose you."
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Post by Julian on Oct 21, 2007 17:40:24 GMT -5
*Julian's brow furrowed as he leaned his face into Erik's hand.*
"You are sending me away to him then? How long will it be?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 21, 2007 18:23:28 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes widened.*
"Not at all, Julian. Erik will not leave you, either. We will merely go to Death's house and have him examined you; you may hold Erik's hand if you desire it."
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Post by Julian on Oct 21, 2007 18:31:47 GMT -5
*Julian looked up with a strange innocence.*
"Truly?"
*He pursed his lips before nodding slowly.*
"Very well then. I will go."
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Post by Erik on Oct 21, 2007 18:34:44 GMT -5
*Erik smiled.*
"Truly."
*He offered his hand.*
"Then let us go. Erik would prefer to have his questions answered sooner rather than later."
**TO DEATH'S**
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 1, 2007 20:04:56 GMT -5
**DAYS LATER. OR SOMETHING. TIME IS WEIRD HERE**
*The lair was empty when Christian came down into the cellars after the opera. Watching the performance had, disturbingly, proven him right--it was the same exact performance that he'd seen last time, right down to the understudy being brought in in Act II and one of Pamina's costumes getting caught on the same bit of scenery. What that could mean, however, he didn't know. It would be an interesting thing to bring up to Erik...wherever he was.
To keep busy, he started playing the violin that was conveniently handy he'd recently purchased, wanting to keep up with the instrument, even if he didn't play very often. Not rusty, even after all this time*
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