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Post by Erik on May 4, 2007 22:31:00 GMT -5
*Erik had been most astonished to learn that all of the things Megan listed were available upstairs. Something was definitely amiss here. But he gathered the items, even as he wondered what she would do; and how he would sit still for her poking and prodding at his excuse for a face. Could he trust her? No, he did not--but did he have to? Was he ever in any danger from her? Only of exposure, and that he'd solved by making her his prisoner.
He supposed he would have to allow it. For Christine's sake.
He entered the house silently and listened for the sound of her voice. She was not singing, but there was a clinking sound coming from the kitchen. He approached, and watched her scrub at the frying pan with rather more force than was required.*
"I have returned," *he announced.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 5, 2007 17:53:48 GMT -5
"Hi," Megan said curtly.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 10:53:39 GMT -5
*He reached out and deposited the sack of plunder in her hand.*
"Erik found all of it," *he said, still dubious as to its use.* "He isn't sure how you knew it was here, but..." *He trailed off, still working out how he felt about this. But triumph never came without risk. He turned abruptly, pulled one of the dining room chairs out from the table, and sat. He waited a moment, then reached up and removed his mask in one motion.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 7, 2007 11:02:03 GMT -5
Megan came out of the kitchen, drying her hands, when she saw Erik sitting there without his mask. She started slightly.
"Wow... I wasn't expecting such... enthusiasm. Wow."
She emptied the bag onto the table and palmed through the contents.
"Okay..."
She looked at him and smiled feebly, unable to admit that she had more experience in creating deformity through makeup than correcting it.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 11:31:10 GMT -5
*Erik felt a twist of nerves at her expression. What had he left himself in for? But if I did not submit to the process now, he never would. He sat grimly under her scrutiny, memories of other faces peering at him almost displacing Megan's.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 7, 2007 11:33:22 GMT -5
Megan saw the way he was looking at her and quickly looked away.
"Do you still have that pasteboard nose? I'd like to use it as a base."
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 14:41:24 GMT -5
*He was making the girl nervous--or rather, he was disgusting her. Yes, that had to be it. She hadn't flinched at his face, but that was too much to ask, wasn't it? However much she wanted to help him, it was only to get his ugly visage out of her sight. And why shouldn't she?
He stood, fingers twisting into the folds of his robe.*
"Nevermind," *he said quickly.* "Erik is sorry at his breach of manners." *He scooped up the mask and tied it on.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 7, 2007 14:43:59 GMT -5
"Oh- no- Erik! I didn't- I'm sorry! I told you, really, I don't mind, I just wasn't-"
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 15:46:56 GMT -5
*Erik stood still, his back to her.*
"No. It is too much to ask of anyone. Even someone who... seems to know much about Erik's past."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 7, 2007 15:52:11 GMT -5
"Oh, Erik..."
Megan came up behind him.
"You really love her, right?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 16:56:39 GMT -5
*Erik bowed his head.*
"Yes," *he said, his voice nearly reverential.* "She is... she is my life."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 7, 2007 17:00:25 GMT -5
"Do you think this will help her love you back?" Megan continued.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2007 18:47:40 GMT -5
*Did he dare to hope? He did, but he hated himself for it. Hope was a disease.*
"I wouldn't presume so much on your skill," *he said thickly, but he thought, perhaps, his mask had slipped.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 10:20:00 GMT -5
Megan rolled her eyes.
"Do you want my help or not!?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 13:21:11 GMT -5
"Because if you don't think this is going to work, why should I put myself though this?"
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