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Post by Shira on Jan 7, 2007 22:44:36 GMT -5
((Not just yet. She's still a little tramatized from her father.))
*leans in and sighs contentedly* You know, John, I've never been able to really talk to someone like this before.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jan 7, 2007 22:51:10 GMT -5
((Fine, be that way. IMconvo!Shira is so not this prudish. D: ))
John smirked, and laughed silently. "It's good to hear that"
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Post by Shira on Jan 7, 2007 22:54:07 GMT -5
((That's because she's me!))
Well, I think we should go down. But first I should probably show you my room, incase you ever want to visit. Or, you know, you're feelin' a little naughty.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jan 7, 2007 22:58:25 GMT -5
((Skank.))
Grinning triumphantly, John replied. "I would love to see your room. And I will certainly take you up on the offer to visit."
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Post by Shira on Jan 7, 2007 23:00:06 GMT -5
((You are too!))
Okay, follow me.
((The thread's already in the Dormatories.))
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2007 17:44:11 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Erik opened the door to the night sky, spread before them and dimmed only by the brilliance of Paris itself.*
"There it is, dear boy."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 17:51:52 GMT -5
*For a moment, all Christian could stare at was the stars. The beautiful ocean of lights seemed close enough to touch. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the gentle breeze that brushed past.*
"My favorite place in the opera," he said, in a hushed tone. "I would come up here to clear my head or simply if I wanted to be alone."
*He met Erik's gaze*
"It isn't as changed as the rest of the building."
*He sounded relieved.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2007 18:00:11 GMT -5
*Erik had eyes only for the boy.*
"No. Not much changed, from up here."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:06:21 GMT -5
"I used to sing away my sorrows up here. I often wondered if anyone ever heard me.
Did Christine ever do that?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2007 18:14:58 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes darkened a little with remembered pain.*
"You might say that..."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:17:28 GMT -5
*Christian was not completely unaware of how Erik felt*
"Are you all right, Erik?"
*That look in his eye...*
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2007 18:22:41 GMT -5
*Erik smiled tightly.*
"You needn't worry about it, Christian. It matters little, now. Suffice to say... Erik learned what it is to love, and to lose, on this roof."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:26:25 GMT -5
"Oh...I'm sorry, Erik."
*Looked around the roof, noting it's most prominent feature, the statue of Apollo, was still there because I'm not letting that disappear, dammit.
He absentmindedly wrung his hands*
"I don't know about...love. Not that kind, anyhow. I never really had a 'someone'. I think...I think that the Phan--"
*He suddenly blushed, then glanced at Erik to see his reaction*
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2007 23:47:51 GMT -5
*Erik looked down, then raised his eyes to Christian's.*
"It gratifies Erik to hear that," *he said, his voice soft.* "It makes him hope... for better times."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 0:54:56 GMT -5
*As before, Christian rubbed at the blush. It bugged him at times, that it was so easy for people to see how he was feeling because of that.*
"Do you mean--? That is--"
Why was it so difficult?
"Why do I have these confused feelings?"
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