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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 13:08:15 GMT -5
((OMG, sex scene without fade out! It's a miracle!))
When it was over, Carlos slumped in his chair, boneless. But empty. He felt control revert back to him, his hands tingling somewhat as if waking up. The satisfaction was fleeting without Destler's presence beside him.
"Want you back," he said a bit petulantly. No, it wasn't enough that Destler wasn't dead and gone forever.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 13:16:47 GMT -5
((XD We're awesome?))
"I know..." he sighed and did his best to give Carlos the false feeling of arms around his thick frame.
"We will discover a way, or perhaps I have already. Don't want to try it with you in case something were to go wrong, but just now I felt as if I could force you out of your own body. Toss you out on your ass, is it were." he chuckled, trying to offer something like hope and lighten to mood.
"Until we figure this out, my dear, you must return to the stage. And if mister Holmes still has the gall to show himself in the pit, well...I will do something about that when the time comes."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 13:24:16 GMT -5
Carlos felt a slight chill at the thought. But if it gave Destler back to him... Would he care?
"I can't," he said. "I haven't performed since... Can't I stay here with you? Oh, by the by--I think you broke his wrist."
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 13:30:32 GMT -5
"But I'll be with you! On stage, even. After I have a body, we will go to my house for some time...a sort of honeymoon, one might suppose, and you will be away from the stage long enough then. As for the wrist--good! He won't be picking up his violin for some time, then."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 13:52:27 GMT -5
Carlos nodded, feeling a bit shaky and wary. But already the memory of his performance that evening was calling to him, and he realized he would relish reconquering Paris with Destler at his side--in whatever form.
"Your house? Where do you live?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 13:58:53 GMT -5
"Under the Opera!" he chuckled. "In the cellars--but you must never go there alone, there are others and perhaps I may have a word with M. Erik and Julian to see to your safe passage as you choose to come and go when I am back in place."
It hadn't yet occurred to him that with a different body he might not have to hide himself away, but he was also comfortable underground with his candles and music and his rough-hewn but comfortable rooms.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 14:26:45 GMT -5
The cellars didn't sound particularly appealing. Carlos wondered why they couldn't just stay here, or rent a nice townhouse.
"You're telling me there is a whole... community... under the Opera?" he said, disbelieving. "That the stories are true, and they're not about you?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 14:35:13 GMT -5
"I wouldn't call it a community, exactly. And I am not the Opera Ghost, though I have met him briefly, and his son. I should like to know both better, eventually."
Destler ghosted the idea of his hands over Carlos' cheek and shoulder.
"For now, let us be optimistic! We should begin looking for a body that will please us both."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 15:08:52 GMT -5
For nearly the first time since admitting his regard for Destler, Carlos wondered what he was getting into. Not that he cared. He allowed himself to be distracted by the gentle ghostly caresses, and Destler's plans.
"Did you have anything in mind?" he murmured with a smile. To choose any body... wasn't that what he was talking about?
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 15:19:15 GMT -5
"I only require someone with fine hands--and preferably a pleasant voice. Beyond that, the choice will be yours, my dear--though I would not prefer to end up too young."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 15:25:23 GMT -5
Carlos smiled.
"Then I think we can come to some agreement," he said. "I've always liked older men."
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 15:28:50 GMT -5
"Perfect. Keep your eyes on the watch for a man who pleases you, then, and we shall learn his habits-he should be someone with few social connections in Paris."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 15:40:32 GMT -5
Carlos nodded again, pleased in the way of a new lover exploring the new landscape. Shared plans. Intrigue.
"I will," he said, and chuckled. "What a team we will make."
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 15:44:49 GMT -5
The composer wondered vaguely if Christopher knew that he would essentially be helping to depose a man's soul. A sort of murder. Well, it wasn't important and he wasn't about to bring it up.
"And then, we can appear together in the public eye. I will compose music for you which no one else can sing--you still have some way to go with our lessons--I will write whole opera scores and take control of the pit to be certain everything is played to perfection."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 16:56:28 GMT -5
Carlos was elated by the thought.
"We will triumph, maestro," he said. "They won't know what hit them. And I won't fail you."
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