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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 17, 2007 9:25:11 GMT -5
*Christian frowned, his expression becoming slightly annoyed*
"Why is it that I can never get a straight answer from anyone in this house except for Pina?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 17, 2007 11:01:10 GMT -5
*Erik closed his eyes again.*
"Please... You should not ask Erik this. Believe him. You do not wish to know..."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 20, 2007 19:19:23 GMT -5
*Christian grabbed Erik's shoulders, his grip firm though not one that would hurt the other man*
"Why do you act this way? Are you...sorry about it?"
*Strangely, Christian showed no emotion when he asked the question*
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 0:19:57 GMT -5
"Never," *he said, though his voice cracked.* "Are... are you?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 21, 2007 10:50:55 GMT -5
"No, even with your odd behavior, no."
*He heaved a sigh, his calm exterior slipping just a little, showing that he was upset, more along the lines of frustration rather than sadness*
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 11:07:21 GMT -5
"You do not... hate Erik?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 21, 2007 11:24:39 GMT -5
*Christian shook his head*
"I don't think I could ever hate you."
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 11:33:47 GMT -5
*Erik grabbed Christian to him, kissing him fiercely before pressing the length of their bodies together.*
"You will," *he said sadly in Christian's ear. He felt empty and lost, bereft without Julian to shore him up, still angry at his son, confused by Christian's inability to tell the difference even as he was convinced even he might have been fooled. This might be the last time they touched.*
"It... wasn't... me."
*The words felt torn from his throat, and he froze as if he could stuff them back in, unheard.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 21, 2007 12:31:32 GMT -5
*The contact was welcome, after the earlier argument and Erik's subsequent retreat from him. The last words Erik spoke sent a chill down Christian's spine*
"What?"
*Somewhere, in the back of his mind, something tried to tell him that it was true. Of course, he'd have none of it*
"You can't mean that."
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 13:03:21 GMT -5
"If Erik acts as though it did not happen, it is because he was not there. It was my son... Julian..."
*The name was half incrimination, half plea. He felt crazed with grief and love. He clasped Christian close, so the boy could not look at him.*
"He took Erik's form--it doesn't matter how--and took you from me. Erik never touched you... never felt... And now you will never look at him again."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 21, 2007 13:16:38 GMT -5
*Christian went very pale at the words, going cold with the thought...
Under normal circumstances, he probably would have either felt faint, started to cry, or perhaps both. These were not normal circumstances, however, and the coldness was melted away by red hot anger.*
"That...thing..." He hissed. "Stole what wasn't his to have."
*His words dissolved into much cursing in his native language, ending with him whirling around and punching the nearby wall, leaving a nice mark there*
"That wretch of a man...I'd wrap my hands around his neck if I could."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 21, 2007 13:19:36 GMT -5
((*does a squeeing happy dance*
Angry!JRM FTMFW!!!!))
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 13:27:02 GMT -5
*Erik was stunned, momentarily, by Christian's anger. The roiling pit of nothingness in his center made him sick. He wrapped a hand around Christian's arm.*
"You cannot," *he said, his voice leaden.* "Julian... is gone."
*His grip tightened, and his voice gained an edge.*
"He is still Erik's son. And whatever he's done, whatever regret will live in my heart over losing you, I will not have you call him a monster."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 21, 2007 18:48:02 GMT -5
*Despite the intensity of Erik's gaze, or perhaps inspite of it, Christian's expression didn't change.*
"Gone? Good riddance, and none too soon. And I'll call him as wish, though not in your presence."
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Post by Julian on Nov 21, 2007 21:26:46 GMT -5
((*Julian smiles faintly and arches a brow* Bring it, whelp.))
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