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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 26, 2007 19:27:54 GMT -5
**FADE-IN**
*That had been...intense. Intense in a way that it hadn't the first time. Erik was seemed to be pure passion--Christian was now quite tired by the other's attentions, a very fine mist of sweat beaded on his skin.
He snuggled against the other man, resting his head on Erik's chest*
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Post by Erik on Nov 26, 2007 21:00:21 GMT -5
*Erik liked this position, for it enabled him to remain unwatched by Christian. There was definitely something whole-hearted and passionate about the boy. But in the back of his mind, Erik knew nothing could live up to his anticipation. To his Great Quest for Christine--Christian's--body and soul.
He stroked the other man, hair, shoulders, sides, as if to gentle him.*
"Does Erik suffer the comparison?" *he asked without wanting to.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 26, 2007 21:47:37 GMT -5
*He placed a very gently kiss on Erik's lips*
"You, sir, are masterful."
((Don't kill me. I had to make him say it. I was compelled by gremlins...or something.))
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Post by Julian on Nov 26, 2007 23:27:59 GMT -5
*Julian sat huddled in the corner were he had stumbled, unseen. His body trembled as the tears poured over his cheeks, falling, but never hitting the carpet beneath him. So like his mother, he had been able to do nothing but watch, unblinking. Their shared joy...the passion of it. Had it been like that for them? Had the whelp offered something he could not, been better in some way? It felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest. Could this be what Erik had felt when he had seen... He pushed the thought away. His mother would not suffer to be without the boy, he would have to adjust, to deal with his presence. He could do that. For Erik. In the end, Erik had fixed things...he could come back now, penance served. Couldn't he? He looked longingly at them curled against each other. He wanted that. To be held. By Erik. The only one that could understand him. Love him. If he still did. And so Julian wept.*
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Post by Erik on Nov 27, 2007 3:05:06 GMT -5
"Good."
*He'd worked hard to become so; it was no more than his due. It was odd, lying here in the aftermath of what they'd shared and yet feeling so separate. He found his mind drifting to thoughts of Julian. Of that hollow shape inside him even now--forgotten for a few brief moments, but ever present.
His head jerked up suddenly, as if he had heard something. But no--he'd been mistaken. He'd been hopeful. Julian... would do as he wished. As Erik had to.
He looked down at Christian's relaxed face. Even now, this close, he could not imagine himself into Christian's head. Could not guess what he was thinking or feeling or know, with absolute assurance, that what he said was true. He had no reason to doubt, but that didn't make anything certain.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 27, 2007 12:59:32 GMT -5
*He spent a few quiet moments with Erik, for once not nodding off but rather simply lying there, relaxed.*
"I love you, Erik."
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Post by Erik on Nov 27, 2007 13:21:41 GMT -5
*Warmth blossomed from the center of his being--or if not the center, which was hollow and cold, just to the left--and suffused his heavy limbs. Love... he was loved. By not one but several.*
"Erik loves you, Christian," *he said quietly, his doubts and fears and exertions having depleted him. He dozed off, his arms still around the boy.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 27, 2007 14:57:37 GMT -5
*Rarely--if ever--did Erik fall alseep before Christian. He didn't mind, as the sound of the other's steady heartbeat was comforting. Eventually, he, too, drifted off to sleep*
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Post by Julian on Nov 27, 2007 22:09:08 GMT -5
***IN ERIK'S DREAM ((and/or Christian's. Whatever works for me.))***
*Julian's body still trembled as he sat on the bed next to Erik. He looked at the two of them, so blissful together. The stabbing in his chest had not lessened. He whispered quietly in Erik's ear, leaning close to him, but not touching.*
"Mother...please....I am lonely."
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Post by Erik on Nov 27, 2007 22:15:19 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes shot open, turning effortlessly to stare into Julian's eyes. His son was, perversely, the only solid thing in the room, and when Erik looked down her saw Christian start to pass through him, translucent.*
"Julian," *he whispered hoarsely, and that hole inside him became not a vacuum but a roiling pit, reaching to such Julian back in.* "Julian, my son... Erik did not send you away."
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Post by Julian on Nov 27, 2007 22:20:58 GMT -5
*Julian's lips tightened as the ache grew worse. He glanced from Erik to Christian.*
"But...things are better now, no? The way they should be?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 27, 2007 22:23:39 GMT -5
*Erik followed his gaze, from Christian back to Julian. He shook his head.*
"No," *he said, eyes filling with tears.* "There's... there's a space left."
*He pointed to his chest.*
"Erik cannot fill it."
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Post by Julian on Nov 27, 2007 22:25:42 GMT -5
*The ache dulled slightly as Julian lifted his brow.*
"Are you still terribly cross with me?"
*His eyes sought his lap.*
"Now that you have...I just want to be home again. With you. Please?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 27, 2007 22:33:52 GMT -5
*Erik smiled lazily.*
"He liked Erik better," *he said dazedly.* "Even... with this face... he loved me..."
*His eyes refocused on Julian and he held out his hand.*
"Erik never wanted to be apart from you. You took only what Erik, all unknowing, allowed you to take. And Erik has a temper, and a jealous nature."
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Post by Julian on Nov 27, 2007 22:39:15 GMT -5
"I know. It's mine."
*Julian's lips didn't move as he spoke the words, just offered an eerie, if sad, smile.*
"You were always better than me. The better half."
*He caressed Erik's cheek softly, the touch faint but there.*
"I know that you will always have him. I...will not intrude again where I am unwanted. But..."
*His eyes sought Erik's.*
"...please...let me be with you again. Please give me my skin that I might feel you touch, even in passing. I feel...like I am dying."
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