Post by mirandafan on Apr 26, 2007 21:43:59 GMT 9.5
I'm dieing to read some. I'll start us off, if you all keep it going? ;D
This takes place after the Chandlier crash...
The Opera house was without use now. After the fire, it’s foundation was weaker. More dangerous. He watched her move through his court with perfect grace. Something he’d loved about her. Grace, and kindness. She was the only one that ever worried for him. Ever attempted to understand his anger. She was afraid of him now. He could see the difference in her presence. But even that didn’t stop her from offering to find him a new home.
It was long ago, but he’d developed this desire within him, hidden so carefully, years before Christine was even born. He could recall sitting at his organ with her, her head on his shoulder as he’d play his music. She would say he had a great talent. She didn’t know the songs were written for her. She’d had a family then. A young child, a husband.
If he’d shown his desire now, after ignoring her for so long, would she see it for what it was? Or fear it?
She looked at him, her eyes wet with unshed tears. That seemed to never go away.
“We must go now. They’ll be after you. This is the first place they’ll come.”
He truly didn’t care if they came for him.
“Wait,” He took her hand as she started past him, struggling with his things heavy in one clenched fist.
“Erik, no,” She glared at him from over her shoulder, not bothering to fully face him. “We must go, now!”
Madame Giry, always strong at will, and ready to take charge of a situation. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Erik,” She sighed, letting his things rest so she could now face him. She held each of his hands in her own, looking up at him, seeing right through the mask he wore. For it was no use to someone who knew him for what he truly was. “I’m so sorry for bringing you here. For hiding you. It was all I knew to do. I was afraid that they’d hurt you. That they’d lock you up in another cage. And you were so happy for so long. What happened?”
He’d cracked. He’d finally cracked. Erik shook his head at her inquiry, moving his hands so that he pulled her own toward his chest. Her body moved closer as a result.
“What’s become of me isn’t your fault. But you can’t keep protecting me.”
“You can start again,” She insisted, letting herself lean in to him. “People only know you as a Phantom.”
Erik shut his eyes, feeling her head rest against him. He breathed her in. He held her for the moment, and then he pulled away, almost violently.
“And then, where would I stay? What would I do? How would I hide my deformity?”
She touched his mask, and he flinched. She would not pull it from him, not even in their privacy. She knew better. She respected him to much.
“You’ll stay with Meg and me. We will help you get on your feet. Start again.”
For a moment, they stood like this, at the banks within his layer, her face close to his, her hand touching the slick surface of his mask. His hand came to her waist. He felt the fabric of her dress under his rough fingers. Then, she turned away.
“We must go, now,” This was with a gentle forceful tone. And she spoke it with full fury
This takes place after the Chandlier crash...
The Opera house was without use now. After the fire, it’s foundation was weaker. More dangerous. He watched her move through his court with perfect grace. Something he’d loved about her. Grace, and kindness. She was the only one that ever worried for him. Ever attempted to understand his anger. She was afraid of him now. He could see the difference in her presence. But even that didn’t stop her from offering to find him a new home.
It was long ago, but he’d developed this desire within him, hidden so carefully, years before Christine was even born. He could recall sitting at his organ with her, her head on his shoulder as he’d play his music. She would say he had a great talent. She didn’t know the songs were written for her. She’d had a family then. A young child, a husband.
If he’d shown his desire now, after ignoring her for so long, would she see it for what it was? Or fear it?
She looked at him, her eyes wet with unshed tears. That seemed to never go away.
“We must go now. They’ll be after you. This is the first place they’ll come.”
He truly didn’t care if they came for him.
“Wait,” He took her hand as she started past him, struggling with his things heavy in one clenched fist.
“Erik, no,” She glared at him from over her shoulder, not bothering to fully face him. “We must go, now!”
Madame Giry, always strong at will, and ready to take charge of a situation. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Erik,” She sighed, letting his things rest so she could now face him. She held each of his hands in her own, looking up at him, seeing right through the mask he wore. For it was no use to someone who knew him for what he truly was. “I’m so sorry for bringing you here. For hiding you. It was all I knew to do. I was afraid that they’d hurt you. That they’d lock you up in another cage. And you were so happy for so long. What happened?”
He’d cracked. He’d finally cracked. Erik shook his head at her inquiry, moving his hands so that he pulled her own toward his chest. Her body moved closer as a result.
“What’s become of me isn’t your fault. But you can’t keep protecting me.”
“You can start again,” She insisted, letting herself lean in to him. “People only know you as a Phantom.”
Erik shut his eyes, feeling her head rest against him. He breathed her in. He held her for the moment, and then he pulled away, almost violently.
“And then, where would I stay? What would I do? How would I hide my deformity?”
She touched his mask, and he flinched. She would not pull it from him, not even in their privacy. She knew better. She respected him to much.
“You’ll stay with Meg and me. We will help you get on your feet. Start again.”
For a moment, they stood like this, at the banks within his layer, her face close to his, her hand touching the slick surface of his mask. His hand came to her waist. He felt the fabric of her dress under his rough fingers. Then, she turned away.
“We must go, now,” This was with a gentle forceful tone. And she spoke it with full fury