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Post by Carlos Castro on Jul 6, 2008 19:43:24 GMT -5
Carlos blinked.
"Well. I need to pack. How long did you say we'd be? And there's the matter of the Opera--I need to take my leave. And cancel some engagements I made before..."
He trailed off, looking down--though only slightly--at the handsome man his maestro had become.
"It's too bad we can't dispense with all that."
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Post by Erik Destler on Jul 6, 2008 19:51:58 GMT -5
"We'll only stay until we find something fitting for us in the city--well, after a bit of time to ourselves, yes? If you keep a good array of clothing in your dressing room at the Opera--and I happen to know that you do--then you may leave all of your things there for the time being, and I will retrieve them for you later."
He lifted Carlos' chin with still-elegant fingers and leaned down to plant a light, and chaste kiss on his full lips.
"As for the company, hmm...you needn't take a long leave, as we'll be on the premises. Perhaps five days will do, and if we need longer..." he smirked "I will inform them of that myself, your contract will not suffer for it. If you like, I'll take Mephisto now so that you can arrange yourself, and I can get you in your dressing room later."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jul 6, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -5
Carlos vowed to make sure Destler was not tired of him in five days. Not with the buzz of passion he'd felt while his spirit was residing in Carlos' body, and the promise behind that kiss.
"I should get dressed," he admitted. "But I shan't keep you waiting long."
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Post by Erik Destler on Jul 6, 2008 20:07:33 GMT -5
"Don't rush yourself, my love. We have some time, after all." He let his lover go and turn to find the cat, lifting the animal up into his arms and tucking it against his chest.
"I shall have to have new clothes myself, now, I suppose. Did you know anything about his Taylor fellow? I didn't bother to...read him before I threw him out."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jul 6, 2008 20:10:46 GMT -5
But they'd waited so long already! His vow remained, especially considering the loss he felt at Destler's moving away.
"Er... Known in some circles, but not widely. Cut off from his family, but with a small inheritance of his own. He has a townhouse close to here. But I don't know if he lives with anyone. I... got the impression not."
He tried not to think of the man that had been.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jul 6, 2008 20:16:31 GMT -5
"Well then, I will investigate and see what we have to work with."
The cat mewled in his arms and he hushed it with a chuckle.
"I'll take him home first and see you later this afternoon."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jul 6, 2008 20:23:59 GMT -5
Carlos smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
"You will," he affirmed. He stepped over and kissed Destler's cheek, schooling himself to patience.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jul 6, 2008 20:29:13 GMT -5
((I totally read that as "with a twinkie in his eye" and had the best mental image ever))
"Mm." He smiled, reigning in his own passions, and gathered up Mephisto's bowls and toys into a small bag, along with the music he'd been working on, and after a moment's pause, took his leave.
He found that, for the moment, walking and hailing a cab had to suffice for him, as he was not able to travel the shadows he was accustomed to.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jul 7, 2008 9:06:23 GMT -5
Carlos hastened in his toilet, but not so much that he neglected anything. In fact, he was extra careful this morning to shave closely, to comb his hair, to add just a touch of cologne. To retrieve the wearable gifts Destler had given him. After looking about his rooms, he took nothing else. There wasn't anything he couldn't life without for a few days. And wouldn't Destler have a palace of his own, deep under the opera?
When he'd heard rumors about Daae, he'd sniffed derisively and hoped that the boy didn't mind a damp hole in which to kneel. Now, however, Erik's home seemed terribly romantic, like a fairy tale or an opera. He hummed to himself as he locked the door, hailed a cab, and alighted at the Garnier building.
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