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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 3, 2007 16:22:30 GMT -5
(Just pretend this works.)
Later that night, Megan crept into the parlor and picked up the oil lamp in which her fairy godmother had hidden.
"I've made up my mind," she said softly. "I was going to ask you to make him love me... but I can't. I want him to be happy. So, Fairy Godmother... I want you to make Erik beautiful. Maybe he'll have a shot in hell of getting Christine back that way."
The light faded from the lamp.
"Figured I was being conned," Megan murmured.
She passed Erik's chamber on the way to the kitchen for some late-night bread and happened to glance in at him.
Her heart leapt up to her throat.
"Holy crap..."
(( Huzzah. Pretty!Erik. Too bad he's still a bastard. And if you don't want to do this, I'll delete this thread.))
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Post by Erik on Jul 3, 2007 22:42:42 GMT -5
*Erik darted awake, a little chagrined that he'd been caught napping by her. He'd much rather appear supernaturally awake. So she couldn't try anything.
But she was staring at him something awful.*
"What pains you so, child?" *he asked, the last work not an endearment but a blow. He remembered, belatedly, that he did not wear his mask, and his hands scrambled for it. So she was susceptible to his appearance--it gave him a perverse sort of pleasure, to see her undone.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 4, 2007 17:29:09 GMT -5
"No... it's just, er..."
She struggled to find a way of saying what she saw that wouldn't immediately make him think the opposite of what she meant. But when she saw him looking for the mask, she blurted:
"That's.. not necessary."
Megan swallowed.
"You look good," she muttered. "Really good. Let me go get my mirror..."
Damned Fairy Godmother knew what she was doing after all!
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 6, 2007 14:00:56 GMT -5
Megan ran back to fetch her mirror from her bag and returned with it raised to Erik's face level.
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Post by Erik on Jul 7, 2007 20:11:09 GMT -5
*What was she babbling about now? Well, she was a nutter, that much was clear--"good" in her mind could be anything. Maybe he'd started to rot and she was enamored of his putrefaction. The idea amused him so much that when she returned with a small mirror and held it up before him, he giggled.*
"What nonsense," *he said.* "A very clever trick, to be sure. Erik is certain your amazing world has any number of them. It is gratifying to learn of more of your cruelty."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 8, 2007 14:24:32 GMT -5
Megan reached out and calmly pinched the tip of his new nose.
"There. You felt that?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 8, 2007 20:16:21 GMT -5
*Erik blinked.*
"How dare you! Erik told you--"
*He cut himself off abruptly, his hand rising to touch the place hers had just vacated. Then he did it again, this time while gazing at himself in the mirror.*
"This is some new sorcery," *he muttered. His eyes flashed back to Megan.* "Did you and that weasel Snape concoct some terrible trick?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 8, 2007 20:17:28 GMT -5
"You think I'd get involved with him?" Megan scoffed. "Eew!"
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Post by Erik on Jul 9, 2007 14:00:25 GMT -5
*Erik dashed the mirror to the floor.*
"Do not toy with me!" *he said, his voice booming.* "Tell me what you've done!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 9, 2007 17:08:37 GMT -5
Megan, her voice quivering, managed to blurt out,
"I got a fairy godmother a few days ago and she said she'd give me anything I wished for and at first I wanted to make you love me but I decided that would be unfair so instead I wished for her to make you handsome so that maybe Christine would come back to you!"
She took another breath.
"Erik, I thought you'd be happy. You can live like anybody else now... Isn't that what you wanted?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 9, 2007 18:12:30 GMT -5
*Erik ran a hand over his face in irritation, but he found his anger flowing away as he felt the new contours of his face. Smooth skin, a manly jaw, a fine, aquiline nose like those he'd seen and admired on statues.*
"You mean... you did do this? For Erik?"
*He lowered his hands to look at her, sky-blue eyes and new face not disguising Erik's habitual expression.*
"Fairy godmother..." *he muttered.* "Erik knew there was something wrong with this place."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 9, 2007 18:28:08 GMT -5
"Yes, I did. I could have made you love me, but I didn't, okay?"
She sighed.
"So yeah. I thought I'd rather just see you happy, and since that's not with me, I thought I'd give somebody else a shot at it."
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Post by Erik on Jul 10, 2007 10:00:43 GMT -5
*Erik looked at her, as if for the first time. She had done this for him, with no thought for herself. The idea that she was like him murmured in the back of his mind. And suddenly he was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable urge; he bent forward, grasped the back of her head in one of his strong, bony fingers, and kissed her hungrily on the mouth.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 10, 2007 12:33:55 GMT -5
For a moment, she was too stunned to move. She suddenly realized that being on the receiving end of an unexpected kiss was rather shocking after all, and her fingers spread stiffly with the force of her surprise.
Then, slowly, she came to, and her hands moved up and into his hair (his hair!, she realized), and she reciprocated with the force of years of adolescent dreaming to back it up.
The guilt came next, though, and she gently pulled away.
"No," she said. "I didn't do this for me, remember? Go to her, Erik. You can give her everything you wanted to now. You can take her out on Sundays and everything. You love her, and I'm just- just your maid."
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Post by Erik on Jul 10, 2007 13:32:47 GMT -5
*Her fingers in his hair were amazing, a sensation he'd never heard described but must surely be among the finest humanity could experience. But when she pulled away, his new features frowned in consternation.*
"Erik does not understand--do you no longer wish for his sexual attentions? You were not so squeamish before."
*But his eyes strayed to the door, beyond which Christine lay somewhere. Yes... she could love him, now.*
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