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Post by Mortimer on Mar 16, 2009 12:56:44 GMT -5
He nodded and gave a sad little cello-whine, but smiled up at his dear friend.
"Okay. I will only go Upstairs then. I want to see the stage with all of the play-pieces on it. Then I'll come home to help build some more and then I will go see Valentine."
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Post by Erik on Mar 16, 2009 13:04:48 GMT -5
Erik smiled at Mortimer affectionately. "Very well, Mortimer. Erik will stay here and work, and we'll be done that much sooner, won't we?"
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 16, 2009 13:25:02 GMT -5
He gave an excited squeek and kissed him again, running off to pull on some clothes--just in case--and then heading up Erik's passages to the stage.
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Post by Julian on May 13, 2009 11:24:27 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Julian had been reclusive (aside from any obligations to the Opera production), though not so much rejecting of company as busy with work. Every night there were more random parts and pieces littering the dim room, some fleshy and others mechanical. Things were half-done, vague shapes of limbs were strewn about. Julian paced in frustration, hair disheveled, as he had hit another block in his creation.*
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Post by Erik on May 13, 2009 11:46:27 GMT -5
Erik leaned in the doorway, deceptively casual though his long frame was, as always, ready for action at a moment's notice. The loss of Julian he still felt palpably, an ache located somewhere in the vicinity of his heart, an emptiness he could not fill. He could not hear him, or feel him, and he had not known the extent of their connection until it was severed. The man before him, while not a stranger, was much more his son than he had been before. When Julian had been almost a second self.
"You are at an impasse," he said quietly. It was not a difficult observation, of course, but before it would have been instinct that told him.
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Post by Julian on May 13, 2009 12:27:14 GMT -5
*Julian snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Erik's voice, though he seemed surprised for a moment to see him.*
"I--Forgive me. I did not hear..." *The words faded from his lips, the realization all too painful to bear. He was at a loss without his mother's presence. It had always been a comfort, assuring that all was well if only they were together in this place. But now... His jaw tightened as he straightened to greet him more properly.*
"They want the impossible. I simply cannot manage what they would have of me." *He grumbled, obviously upset.*
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Post by Erik on May 13, 2009 12:48:52 GMT -5
"Who?" Erik asked without thinking, and then shook his head, as if to ward off the answer. He knew. He watched Julian silently for a moment.
"Would it be easier on you, my son, if Erik was to leave you more space?" He asked this quietly, as if volume would hide the hurt in his voice. Not hurt that Julian had done or would do, but the situation itself. "I have no wish to... pain you further with my presence."
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Post by Julian on May 13, 2009 20:46:22 GMT -5
"No, please." *Julian held his hand out instinctively, like it would make things right again if only Erik would stay. And perhaps it would. But not soon enough to ease either's pain.*
"It is better....when you are here." *He confessed softly.* "The emptiness is deafening."
*His eyes fell and he offered a half-shrug in frustration.*
"Besides, I doubt I will manage to break the impasse as I am."
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Post by Erik on May 13, 2009 22:14:24 GMT -5
"Perhaps Erik can help," he said, though he did not know if he knew enough to do so. His mind had touched the farthest corners of human understanding, but this task was not, he thought, human at all.
Though his son may be, now.
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Post by Julian on May 15, 2009 9:25:06 GMT -5
"Your counsel would be greatly appreciated."
*Julian seemed somewhat relieved to have the support, approaching Erik with a familiar grace. His hand fell softly on his mother's arm, seeking comfort.*
"It's like there's a wall in my mind. I know there is a solution, but I cannot see past it."
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Post by Erik on May 18, 2009 12:19:44 GMT -5
Erik watched him with a curiously unguarded look for a moment, though it would not have been curious to Julian. He did not know what his son needed. He could not. And he was not certain whether pushing at Julian's new condition was the way to alleviate it.
Then again, he was Erik.
"A wall," he repeated. "That is how you see your state, now. You think your former condition... resides within you."
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Post by Julian on May 19, 2009 6:58:34 GMT -5
*Julian paused in his renewed pacing to look back to Erik, head cock to the side, confusion quite obvious.*
"But of course." *He answered matter-of-factly.* "Why would they seek to alter me permanently, if they have only done so that I would do this for them?" *He gestured vaguely at the pile of parts.*
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Post by Erik on May 19, 2009 8:58:59 GMT -5
Erik blinked.
"I did not know," he said. "I did not know that you had determined the purpose of your condition. Why take away your facility with such things?"
((I'll edit if Erik should know this, but I honestly don't remember Julian knowing what was wrong with him.))
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Post by Julian on May 19, 2009 11:34:26 GMT -5
((They explained a bit more the last time they took him I think. I don't remember if they talked about it. Don't worry about it.))
*Julian's lips tightened instinctively. Slowly, he confessed.*
"They sense I am too...close to you. That our intimacy requires too much of my focus. And..." *He frowned.*
"Apparently I'm not living up to my purpose."
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Post by Erik on May 19, 2009 14:48:58 GMT -5
"But they will not tell you what that is," Erik stated simply. "I confess, I am not terribly impressed with these... forces."
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