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Post by Erik on Jul 16, 2008 16:18:31 GMT -5
"Oh," he said, and felt a pang of jealousy. "I wish Erik had died."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 16, 2008 19:21:48 GMT -5
"I don't." He said, softly. "I wouldn't be able to take it."
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Post by Erik on Jul 17, 2008 10:17:06 GMT -5
Erik's eyes searched Christian's face, looking absurd in the ruined flesh and bandages surrounding them.
"Then you still care for Erik? Even though he went away?" It pained him to say that; he hadn't meant to, of course. "You didn't prefer the other?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 21, 2008 16:49:25 GMT -5
"Yes. I know that no matter the distance, I'll always care for you. Nobody could change that."
You'll always be there, even if there are others later
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Post by Erik on Jul 28, 2008 9:19:45 GMT -5
"Erik did not mean to go," he said softly, as if to himself. "He could not touch you. He saw everything... but could affect nothing..."
His eyes swiveled towards Christian's, yellow and desperate.
"Take me home, Christian."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 28, 2008 22:38:29 GMT -5
*Finally, Christian did take Erik's bandaged hand, but very gently.*
"I will," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "You won't be left here in England."
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Post by Erik on Jul 29, 2008 9:27:52 GMT -5
Erik swallowed painfully.
"I want my family..."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 29, 2008 19:36:03 GMT -5
"You'll be going home. They can't keep you here. I refuse to let anyone do so."
Those four words...words he'd used quite often, in the past. He could understand the feeling behind them.
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2008 8:48:42 GMT -5
"Thank you," Erik breathed. He was still in a lot of pain, and he welcomed the cloud of insensibility offered by morphine. He wondered if it was time for more. "Soon?" he asked. "They care nothing for Erik here."
His daughter hadn't even been to see him.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 1, 2008 18:48:10 GMT -5
"Yes. I'll start making arrangements. You should be in your home."
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Post by Erik on Aug 1, 2008 21:42:20 GMT -5
Erik's expression could only be described as a smile with some charity.
"Thank you," he breathed.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 4, 2008 22:28:03 GMT -5
((...scene? Or more?))
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 8:46:21 GMT -5
((I just need to get Erik home. I don't care how that happens at this point.))
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 10:44:24 GMT -5
((*slips in, completely lacking grace*))
*Things seemed...heavier. Slower. The birds outside his window grew quiet, the ticking of the clock dragged until it stopped all together. And Christian seemed to hang in the air, his face half caught in a thought. There was a strange pulling at a far wall, a bending of light for a moment.*
"Mother?" *There came a soft and familiar voice.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 10:50:20 GMT -5
Erik moved his head slightly, his eyes swiveling towards Julian. A sense of relief washed over him like morphine.
"Julian..." he breathed. "You heard me. You came..."
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