Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-03-25 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | christine daae, erik, zz:status complete |
Confession (Christine)
The score for Mr. Northman's private performance was complete. Erik set his quill in its inkwell and leaned back in his chair, working out the cramps in his writing hand as he did. Scattered musical notations littered the desk in front of him. When he found relief from the ache, he finally stood and began to clear the madness away.
While he worked, a chime sounded low in the back of the room - an alert that he'd designed to tell him when the gates to the manor opened. This would be Christine, returned. Excellent. It was past time to talk with her about certain things. She usually sought him out when she returned; it was a quirk he found endearing. But when at last the knock on the door came, it was not from the delicate hand he'd expected.
Ten minutes later, as he dismissed the guards he'd employed to tend to his wife, Erik's face carried a grimness that would have meant murder in years past. The never-ending darkness of the days had brought back to the surface his darker inclinations, and it was more difficult than usual to temper his initial reaction. But he knew that Christine could read his dark side, if he let her see it in his expression. He didn't want to frighten the child. And so, when he dismissed the bodyguards, he gave them instructions to find Christine and bring her to him - in another 10 minutes.
And at last, when he again had mastery of himself, she appeared in the doorway. Her skin was pale and lovely. The mass of curls he so adored was down around her shoulders. Standing from where he'd been leaning against the desk, he offered one glove-covered hand to her - an invitation and command all at once.