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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 14:18:22 GMT -5
*Christian beamed*
"You're very kind, sir...um...Erik?"
*He paused, wondering if it was yet all right to refer to him by name like that*
"I think I need..." *He glanced down at himself, clad only in robes* "Clothes"
*He couldn't stop himself from blushing at that*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 14:27:03 GMT -5
*A little thrill went through him at the use of his name. Erik never sounded so sweet!*
"Of course, of course! Clothes..."
*Erik's clothes would be too tall for the slight, willowy boy. And he probably wouldn't take too kindly to being offered Christine's dresses. He frowned.*
"We shall have to remedy this. But for now, Erik can give you some of his; and he will find those that fit upstairs, in the opera."
*He led Christian to his own room, though he hesitated outside for a moment. Christine had not liked seeing the coffin; though he spent little time in it now, he hadn't even thought of changing things to suit his new life.*
"This is where I sleep."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 14:29:13 GMT -5
*Christian followed Erik, nodding as he explained the situation. The sight of the coffin was enough to stop the young tenor in his tracks. He gave Erik a puzzled look*
"Why is this here?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 14:54:36 GMT -5
*Erik, already at the wardrobe, paused and looked back in some embarrassment.*
"One must get used to everything in life, including death," *he quoted himself.* "At least, that is what Erik said once. And while it is still true, the same rules no longer seem to apply; I rarely sleep there, any longer."
*He sighed, and turned back to the wardrobe to fish out the clothes he still wasn't quite fitting into, after the whole Julian thing.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 15:05:45 GMT -5
*Christian hesitantly touched the edge of the coffin, as though it might bite him.*
"You slept here?" He asked incredulously.
*He then glanced at Erik curiously*
"I hope it's not rude to ask, but why do you--or her, too--live down here? Is it because..."
*He stopped, not wanting to say it out loud*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 15:51:01 GMT -5
"Because Erik is ugly?" *he asked inexorably.* "You might say that; you might also say that he was hounded from city to city, country to country, until he sought refuge here and learned to shun the world which had shunned him."
*He turned to look directly at Christian, the clothes in his hands.*
"I suspect such is the case for your... Phantomess. Does that change anything?"
*He asked casually, as if the answer did not matter; but even if he knew the inevitable answer, he could not help but voice it.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 15:56:20 GMT -5
*Christian's tone changed to a sad one*
"I'm sorry, Erik...people can be so cruel. How could they punish someone for something they can't help? The Phantomess, or you--it doesn't matter, it isn't right."
*He gave Erik that innocent smile that seemed particular to Daaes*
"I still think you're wonderful, for helping me. You could have easily been mean and nasty to me, but you weren't. How can anyone not like Erik?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 10, 2007 16:09:30 GMT -5
*Julian's lips tightened and he bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. His voice hissed in Erik's mind.*
Indeed Mother, how could anyone not like you? I am certain that this...boy will fulfill all of your fantasies. He will be able to make you complete in every way that I cannot.
*He slipped off his perch and silently fled the room.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 16:24:30 GMT -5
((O noes! I love you, Julian!))
*Erik was had been so wrapped up in this new person's presence he had neglected to notice Julian's presence. Until he fled, that is.*
"Yes. Quite easily," *he agreed. But then, this boy had not offered him harm, nor displayed undue, unwanted curiosity.
That he hadn't had the chance was beside the point.*
"But Erik is afraid there are a great many people who dislike him. The reasons are not important now. I am... glad you think well of Erik."
*He handed the clothes over and tried to figure out where he would put Christian. Oh, of course; the swan bed he'd never seen before and couldn't be bothered to worry about now.*
"Erik should leave you now, to dress yourself."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 16:27:54 GMT -5
*Christian took the clothes gratefully*
"Thank you, Erik. I truly appreciate your help. I'll take care of these clothes, no worry."
*Christian looked at the finely made material. It was a lot nicer than some of his own things*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 16:40:41 GMT -5
"Erik would never worry about something so trivial."
*He bowed slightly and shut the door, leaning against it to allow the waves of shock and adrenaline and wonder pass over him.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 16:45:06 GMT -5
*Christian tried not to dress too hastily, though it was hard not to with all the excitement built up in him. He never in his wildest dreams would have imagined something like this happening. That not only had he met the Phantom in person, but was now in a different version of the Opera House altogether.
He wondered how much Erik was like the Phantomess. Did Erik sing just as beautifully, too? That was something to look forward to, if true.
The clothes, though not quite fitting him right, were a nice change of pace. Walking around in your robes was a bit embarassing. Shyly, he exited the room, glancing about for Erik*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 16:52:47 GMT -5
*Erik moved away from the door just as he heard Christian approach it, and managed to be across the room before it opened. His clothes looked more or less ridiculous on the boy, but there was a thrill of pleasure at seeing the familiar garments on him.
It reminded him rather a lot of how he felt looking at Julian.*
"It will have to do, for now," *he said, not revealing any of this thought process.*
"Now, how shall we entertain our guest?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2007 16:54:34 GMT -5
"I thought...well, I was hoping...would you sing, Erik?"
*Christian tried his best to not make it sound like a demand or somesuch thing. That would be rude, after all*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2007 17:13:34 GMT -5
*Erik hid his reaction, though inside he was churning with anticipation. No matter how far away Christine had drawn from him, his voice had maintained some tenuous hold on her.*
"Yes, of course," *he said calmly.* "If you wish it."
*He moved across the parlor to the piano and sat. From memory, he began to play; and as an experiment, he played the duet from Otello but instead of the Moor, sang Desdemona. If he--or his counterpart--had trained this boy, he would know the piece. And Erik's voice carried the part well, an octave down of course, but as sweet as one could wish a woman's voice.*
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