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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 20:01:43 GMT -5
He was a little unnerved by her staring, and yet he allowed it, for the time being. "Is it that strange Christine?" He name rolled off of his tongue easily, as he said it to himself. All of his work, all of his passion, it was all for her, and in time he hoped that she would see that. He remained near the secret passage, knowing that the smoke he had created would not last forever.
"May I show you something?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 20:33:37 GMT -5
The moment Christine heard him say her name, even though he had said it so many times before, it made her cheeks turn pink. She looked away from him, suddenly feeling rather shy and her hands clasped in front of her instead of behind her back. "No.." she spoke with a small smile. "I suppose it's not.."
The conversation shifted to him wanting to show her something, which peaked her curiosity. "Of course, angel..what would you like to show me?" She asked with a small incline of her head. Although she wondered how he had conjured the smoke, she wouldn't ask questions.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 21:17:38 GMT -5
If his heart could beat out of his chest it would. She was allowing him to lead her...A small smile crossed his face. "This way." He murmured, as he grasped her hand and pulled her through the opening in the wall where the mirror had been. He had to play this carefully, otherwise she would learn of his true identity a little too quickly. "Something in the bowels of this opera house, the lake." He murmured.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 21:47:32 GMT -5
Christine had allowed the Angel of Music to lead her for years. She trusted him, and she'd do as he'd tell her to do, and oblige with whatever he asked without question. It was the least she could do for everything he had done for her. She gently clutched his hand, and followed as he led her to...the lake? She tilted her head slightly, and a small noise of questioning escaped her throat.
"There...there's a lake inside the opera house?" Granted, she had never quite explored every bit of it, but she had no idea that there could be such a thing within the building..not even at the bottom of it. Her curiosity continued to get the better of her, and she followed completely willingly. "It sounds intriguing."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 21:52:24 GMT -5
He let out the tiniest of chuckles when she mentioned the lake in her question. "Not inside, under." He said simply as the narrow stone passage led down a flight of stairs and the air began to grow cold. "Not many know about it, and only those who helped to build the opera house would have known. They attempted to drain it, and yet it would not drain."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 22:40:40 GMT -5
The idea of the lake evening being beneath the opera house was fascinating to her. This had been her home for years.. how had she not known about it? "Come to think of it.. I've only ever been in certain parts of the opera house.. many parts of it were always closed off to the dancing girls." Madame Giery, she was sure, knew the whole thing from top to bottom. She and Meg would often try to explore as young girls, but they'd get stopped if they'd try going too far.
As he led her, she allowed her eyes to drift away from him to her surroundings. Had they gone through some sort of portal? Surely they couldn't have walked straight through her mirror.. He really was magic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 23:32:44 GMT -5
Her hand felt so small within his, but he dashed that thought from his mind as he began to hear the faint lapping of water against stone. "We have almost made it." He said, almost a little too eagerly. He led her down another twisting flight of stairs, and finally the lake was before them. His small boat was tied to one of the small pillars near the water's edge. "Here we are."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 23:39:42 GMT -5
The walk was likely far longer than it had seemed. She was so entranced by the man she knew as the angel of music that she hadn't even noticed how they had even gotten there... but there it was.. a lake, just as he had said, and a small boat. "Oh my.." she spoke softly. With her free hand, she lifted the very bottom of her skirt, and she stepped gingerly in to the small boat before sitting down. She held the sides of the boat to brace herself.
"Angel?" She asked, suddenly feeling as though she were in some sort of strange dream. "Where are we going? Where does this lake lead?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 19:25:55 GMT -5
Erik gave her another small smile as he stepped into the boat, untied it easily, and started piloting it through the water. He waited a few long minutes before speaking, knowing that the answer to her question must be killing her. "It leads to a place I call home, when I am here, at the opera house." It was not a lie, still merely an omission of most of the truth.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 20:09:55 GMT -5
Christine was a little confused by the fact that he actually lived under opera house. One would think that an angel would live in the clouds, or.. well, anywhere aside from dwelling beneath the Opera Populaire. Then again.. the more she thought of it, the more it made sense. He was there..for her. To help guide her in every way possible. Feeling rather flattered that he would linger here to guide her, she gave him a small nod. "I see.." Her eyes drifted to her surroundings once more, and she cast aside her nervousness. "It must be dreadfully lonely down here, though.."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 20:52:03 GMT -5
She had no idea just how right she was. It was terribly lonely to dwell in the bowels of the Opera Popular, but that was where a monster belonged, and it had been his home for so long. "It is lonely." He said quietly as he continued steering the gondola. "However it is not nearly as lonely when you have music, as I do."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 21:02:13 GMT -5
Christine knew all too well that one could be lonely anywhere. She was constantly surrounded by people, and even she felt loneliness more frequently than she would have liked to admit. He mentioned that he had music. She knew it was not only from her, but the music from the ballets, and the songs that others sang as well. Of course no one enjoyed the songs of Carlotta - except for herself - but the rest of the music must have been lovely. She knew though, that he favored her.. because it was he, who had taught her.
"Music.." she spoke softly. Of course he enjoyed music. He was her angel of music. "It has helped me through many an evening of being lonely as well. Would you like me to sing for you now, angel?" She asked with a small incline of her head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 21:00:54 GMT -5
He continued steering them through the calm waters, his mind focused on getting them to his lair without incident. When she asked if he wanted her to sing he was surprised. "If your voice can withstand it, I would love to hear you sing for me." He continued to steer them, knowing that soon they would reach the portcullis that he had rigged to raise as soon as the boat reached within a certain distance.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 21:11:26 GMT -5
She smiled, proud that she'd actually be able to sing for him..for the first time..in person. To be able to gauge his reaction while she was right there with him. She closed her eyes, choosing an aria to sing, and once she found the perfect one, she started to sing the tune. Her voice echoed softly off of the walls around them, but she was used to it, as her voice had echoed when she was singing on stage to an empty audience. Her eyes closed for only a moment as she sang, but when she found her proper chords, she focused her attention on him and him alone.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2015 21:01:05 GMT -5
Erik couldn't help but smile underneath his mask. Her voice was lovely as ever, and each soaring note sent shivers down his spine. He continued guiding the gondola through the dark and narrow caverns below the opera house, before they finally reached the portcullis that signaled to him that they were finally returning to his home. The portcullis rose as they approached, and he gently moored the boat, so that he would not disturb Christine's singing.
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