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Post by Julian on Aug 30, 2007 12:53:12 GMT -5
*Julian sat on the bank of the lake, knees hunched up. He had a few scraps of dinner on a plate and was holding them out in front of him.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 10:41:34 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Erik, upon stepping away from his home, noticed a rat scurrying along the corridor. It somehow reminded him of his son, and he followed it...*
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 10:51:35 GMT -5
*Julian made his way back beneath the Opera, Mira's blood still on his face and clothing, navigating the corridors with practiced ease. As he went, a small trail of rats fell into line and scurried behind him. He stopped suddenly at the unexpected appearance of his mother. His face hardened at the memory of him with that filthy boy, and his words were cold.*
"Erik."
*He gave a nod of acknowledgment and started on his way again.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 10:53:50 GMT -5
*Something had changed. He put out his arm, to stop Julian from moving past him.*
"Julian? Why do you great Erik so coldly?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 10:55:51 GMT -5
*Julian paused, but only long enough to take Erik's arm in his hands and lower it, looking him in the eye with a wall of indifference desperately trying to hide the pain he felt.*
"I assumed that you would be busy. Eager to return to...your guest."
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 11:19:43 GMT -5
"Erik always has time for you, Julian. Unexpected guests must be cared for, but you are my son."
*He searched the young man's face, noticing the blood.*
"Or is it you who has somewhere to be?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 11:22:13 GMT -5
*Oblivious to what a sight he must be, Julian shook his head.*
"No, I am merely returning to bed. I have no good cause to keep you to myself this evening. I am sure that others are much desiring of your company."
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 11:32:02 GMT -5
*Erik raised an eyebrow. Something was desperately wrong; he could feel Julian's regard removed form him like a cold space inside.*
"Your regard for your mother is enough cause; but you appear to have had a busy night, and Erik will not detain you if it is your wish to leave. He can certainly entertain himself, as he has done for some time now."
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 11:38:36 GMT -5
*Erik's words softened Julian's heart slightly. He turned back to him, his face lowered, but his voice gentler.*
"I...I was a bit hasty. I am not sure that you would have approved of my actions. But I..."
I couldn't help myself.
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 12:06:53 GMT -5
*Erik's fingers traced the outline of Julian's face, not touching the blood but almost as if he could read the cause of it in the marks.*
"What did you do, Julian?" *Erik asked softly, without reproach.*
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 12:11:09 GMT -5
"I was..."
*Julian pursed his lips tightly and did not look up to Erik, suddenly angry with himself for his weakness.*
"I was filled with rage. I had to...there was a woman. I don't know why I did what I did. It did little to lessen my sadness. Just made me...cold."
*His words held a hint of sadness. He could not help but be honest with Erik about his feelings. It terrified him in a way he did not care to admit to himself.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 12:40:05 GMT -5
*Erik nodded in understanding.*
"Erik knows that feeling well, Julian, but what is important right now is whether you were seen and what might be brought against you if you were. I trust there were no witnesses?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 12:45:21 GMT -5
*Julian's heart sank and the color fled from his face. For the first time, he truly regretted what he had done. He stumbled back a few steps.*
"Mother...I...I am sorry."
*Tears for of fears started to well in his eyes as he lost all grace, overwhelmed by the surge of emotion.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2007 13:18:50 GMT -5
((SHOUT. SHOUT. LET IT ALL OUT.))
*Erik grasped Julian by the shoulders.*
"Shh, Julian. It does not matter; Erik has dealt with this before. Is the woman dead? No matter; Erik will protect you. They shan't find you down here, at any rate; and there are things we can do. Do not fret, Julian. It pains Erik to know of your sadness."
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2007 13:30:24 GMT -5
((Indeed. I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad...))
*Julian suddenly embraced Erik, rubbing his bloodied face against his chest, desperate for the solace it offered.*
"No...not dead...but blood. Warm and sticky and...comforting."
*He lifted his eyes in sudden realization.*
"What does that make me, Mother?"
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