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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 15:52:08 GMT -5
*Christian slowly surfaced from his sleep, blinking away the fuzziness as he sat up in bed.
Such a strange dream! Fog, candles, and the Angel of Music singing so hypnotically and...*
Why am I in a strange bed in only my robes?!
*It came rushing back--the boat trip, the strange duet, and the Phantomess' song about the night and music. He'd fallen asleep at some point...when?
Standing up, Christian began to wander the unfamiliar room.*
I remember there was mist... Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake... There were candles all around And in the lake there was a boat And in the boat, there was a ghost...
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:06:41 GMT -5
*Erik was taking some time off from his busy schedule of instructing Julian and whining about his ugly daughter to try to reconnect with his first love: music.
He sat before the organ and cracked his fingers before applying them to the keys. Since becoming pretty, he just hadn't had the time to apply to music, which was a shame. On the other hand, Erik really really liked sex. It was a toss up.
So he reunited with music forcefully, as if to tell it, "Hey, music, I'm back! Get ready!" His hands pounded out the angry chords of Don Juan Triumphant, the sound welling through the underground house in a manner not likely to find favor with its two female residents. But Erik was lost to his music.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:09:05 GMT -5
*Christian knew that music. So, it wasn't a dream after all.
Half-hypnotized, he wandered toward the pipe organ, noting that the figure sitting there didn't look quite right. But, being in a partial trance, it didn't really register in Christian's mind.*
Whose is that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?
*Christian reached out and tapped Erika on the shoulder.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:11:37 GMT -5
*Erik jumped and tried to swallow a little scream. He'd gotten so used to people not being sneaky around here anymore. He blinked at the new person standing before him, a look of befuddled horror on his face. A face that seemed... familiar.
He stared a little longer.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:13:30 GMT -5
*Christian blinked in confusion. A non-mask wearing person that's male? What was going on here?*
"I..."
*He cleared his throat and tried again*
"F-forgive me, monsieur, but I thought this was...this was the home of the Phantomess..."
*It was strange how this man's gaze seemed familiar. Did they know each other?*
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:17:26 GMT -5
*Erik tilted his head at Christian, like a potentially unfamiliar cat.*
"Nooo," *he said slowly, his voice dark and melodious.* "Erik is afraid you've reached the home of the Opera Ghost."
*He should have been angry, he thought. He should kick this intruder out. Kill him, he meant. Definitely kill him. But he didn't... want to. The boy seemed familiar, and not in the slightly creepy way Julian did. The boy's innocent eyes, his open expression, his voice...
There was something decidedly alluring about him.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:20:54 GMT -5
*Erik's gaze was making Christian uncomfortable. But he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that they'd met before*
"Yes, monsieur, the opera ghost! She brought me here, though I am unsure how long ago that was. I...I fell asleep."
*Just how long had he been down here? It was hard to tell in these depths*
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:24:51 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes remained on him as he took one step forward.*
"You must be mistaken," *he said softly.* "For this is Erik's domain; and I certainly did not bring you here. You do somewhat recall to memory someone I once..."
*He shook his head.*
"It is considered very dangerous to wander into Erik's lair and fall asleep. Very careless of you."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:30:00 GMT -5
*Christian took an instinctual step back.
The presence of this man, the force of personality, and the resonant voice put him in mind of another person...the only other person that could cause such a response in him.
But no, that wasn't possible. The Phantomess was alone, and had no family. She was a lonely ghost. Right?
Right?*
"I-I apologize, I did not mean any harm. It's so confusing, I remember her, but she is nowhere now, and there is only you and you seem familiar."
You're babbling, Christian. Stop that.
*To his surprise, he realized that he was trembling a little*
"Ha-have we met before?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:50:26 GMT -5
*Erik pursed his lips slightly.*
"Erik does not think so, though at this moment he finds it hard to believe. You are... familiar. This... Phantomess, as you call her. She wore a mask?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:53:23 GMT -5
*Christian slowly nodded*
"Yes, monsieur. She hid her face from all, though she never told me why."
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 16:56:07 GMT -5
*Strange. The Erika he had met--who had, subsequently, left him alone--had definitely been after his own Christine. This boy... was an anomaly. One of many, of recent months, but decidedly strange.*
"Perhaps she was hideous to look upon, and wished you to regard her for her other attributes," *he said, a bit wistfully. And a sudden thought struck him.* "What is your name, child?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 16:58:08 GMT -5
*For some odd reason, Christian felt like this situation had happened before. He timidly looked down at his hands*
"Christian Daae, sir."
((BBIAB...heading home from work!))
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Post by Erik on Sept 7, 2007 17:08:57 GMT -5
*The name struck him like an arrow to the soul. That was it! So like, and yet... so obviously not she. This was some strange magic at work, like all the other Eriks... only this was not half so unpleasant.*
"And you sing?" *he asked without really having to, his voice strangled with emotion.*
((Actually, I have to get going now, maybe I'll be back later. This rules.))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 7, 2007 17:24:59 GMT -5
*Christian did not understand why the man was so emotional, but it seemed to strike him hard at home.*
"Yes, sir. Opera. The Phantomess taught me. She said I sounded like an angel."
*He blushed furiously*
"Oh, but I don't know if I'm that good, I think."
((This IS some kind of awesome. At first it was amusing, but now this is cool...and kind of sexy, for some reason))
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