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Post by Pina on Sept 9, 2008 22:38:37 GMT -5
"Wha-" *Then she followed his gaze to where Erik and Julian lay. Her father. And her brother. Making out. Naked. Her mouth dropped open and for what seemed like ages, all she could do was stare in absolute horror. That couldn't be what it looked like. It was what it looked like.* "OH GOD BRAIN BLEACH BRAIN BLEEEAAAACH!!!"(( ))
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2008 10:23:08 GMT -5
The voice of Christian, the voice of his beloved, echoed pleasantly through the dying strains of his and Julian's music for all of half a second before the reality of the situation hit Erik.
And utterly ruined his plans to bask for the immediate future.
He shot upright, instinctively grasping a throw pillow but uncertain whether to cover his bits or his face. Pina? Manly bits it was.
"This is not what it looks like!" he said at once, without thinking.
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Post by Julian on Sept 10, 2008 11:03:20 GMT -5
*Julian didn't see the issue, but Pina seemed upset so he slipped down to retrieve and don his trousers politely, though he did not seem to share his mother's shame.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2008 12:23:48 GMT -5
*Christian had immediately averted his eyes, but the image still burned into his mind. He was shaking, partly from horror but also anger. Erik's words, however, brought the anger to the fore*
"Bullshit! It's exactly what it looks like!"
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2008 12:29:19 GMT -5
Erik's would-be pleasure at seeing Christian again at long last--and in his home--was severely impeded by this development.
"Oh," he said, impressed by Christian's anger though not quite understanding it. "What does it look like?" he asked carefully, as if he could make this work if only he could ascertain what he was working with.
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Post by Pina on Sept 10, 2008 14:03:04 GMT -5
*Pina, upon had turned around to face- well, anywhere but Erik and Julian, but, like Christian, the image had been branded onto her brain.*
"Dad Oh my God-"
*There wasn't really much else to say.*
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Post by Julian on Sept 10, 2008 14:07:30 GMT -5
*Julian pursed his lips. He couldn't understand what the huge fuss was about. Christian had abandoned Erik, surely he did not expect Julian to refuse to pick up the slack. And Pina...why was she acting like this? Did this have to do with that Richard fellow? Silent and graceful, he drew up Erik's trousers for him, placing them over his lap.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2008 14:21:33 GMT -5
Erik looked down. There were trousers in his lap. He was not certain how they'd gotten there, but it seemed like a good idea to put them on.
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Post by Pina on Sept 10, 2008 14:33:38 GMT -5
*She bolted down the hall to her room and she slammed the door.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2008 14:54:58 GMT -5
“What…what does it look like?” That Erik actually had the audacity to try and play it cool like that…
“You’re SCREWING YOUR SON! What more explanation does it need?!” He half-screamed.
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2008 15:40:37 GMT -5
With his trousers on, Erik also had the audacity to take a step towards Christian and stretch out a supplicating hand.
"Well, I suppose it is what it looks like," he said. "On the surface. But he is hardly a child, and he loves me. For myself." His yellow eyes, sunken in his scarred face, seemed to search Christian for a moment. His voice, when next he spoke, held bitter venom. "Does this disgust you so much?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2008 16:39:37 GMT -5
*Christian stared at him, utterly aghast and focused enough on the conversation that he didn’t move away*
“It doesn’t matter how old he is! You don’t do things like that with your flesh and blood! He’s your son.”
*Then, he did back away*
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed. “You make my skin crawl.”
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Post by Erik on Sept 10, 2008 17:05:48 GMT -5
Erik's hand fell back to his side, his heart sinking. Part of him truly did not understand Christian's horror. His relationship with Julian was so natural, from where he stood--the boy's utter devotion, the fact he felt more like Erik himself than another person--it was not even a question of right or wrong. It just was, plain and simple.
"Julian is Erik's flesh," he agreed, his voice quiet. "That which is Erik's is his."
Then, as Christian stepped away, Erik's temper flared, the old wound of abandonment ripped open again. The corners of his mouth turned down in a terrible frown.
"You certainly took your time about coming home," he snarled. "Who was here to care for Erik? Who has ever cared for Erik, body and soul, as Julian has? You left long ago, Christian, for you do not care for what is left. Why should Erik not take comfort where it is given?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 10, 2008 17:26:58 GMT -5
*Julian was perfectly still, eyes unblinking as the scene unfolded. This was a matter that ran deeper than one simple dalliance, and he was aware of that. They each needed to say their peace, to be done with things, but his own action would do little but aggreviate the situation. He stood calmly behind the divan, watching them both and ready to come to Erik's defense, should he need it. Not that he would.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 10, 2008 22:59:17 GMT -5
"You're wrong--I've always loved you. But, obviously that was never enough. You went looking for more somewhere else!"
*He glanced at Julian, then back to Erik*
"I blinded myself to all that was going on behind my back...I didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to consider...god, how could I be so stupid?"
*He straightened*
"You say you've gotten along just fine without me up to now." His voice wavered, but he refused to break down.
"So you can continue to do so."
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