|Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-11-13 21:45:00
|Entry tags:||enigma, erik, zz:status complete|
The knock had come early in the morning, just before Erik would normally have left for the Opera House to tend to his duties as manager. The arrest happened very quickly - and the charges were myriad. He retained his silence, held out his wrists, and they were gone before his dear wife could find them at the door.
It was late evening by the time he was processed. He'd called one person -- Hannibal -- and although he didn't reach him, he left a brief message explaining the situation. La Mer was due to open in a week's time. There were instructions to be given to his assistant, in whom Erik trusted to manage the Opera House in his absence. These things he told Hannibal as well. The rest... The rest he left at the whim of the only man he might have called a friend in this City.
After processing came the holding cell. It was nothing like the gaols that he'd experienced in the time he'd lived before the City. And certainly, his jail mates were different as well.
Erik walked to the bars of his otherwise-empty cell and clasped his hands behind his back. The dignity and command had not left him. "Enigma," he called across the corridor separating them. She was there, looking somewhat different from when he'd hosted her in his midnight garden. He traced the seams of the bars into the concrete, then looked at the lock briefly. He didn't have the means at this particular moment to author the story of his release.
But then, there was hardly anywhere to run, either.
"Enigma," he called again, his voice deep and melodic, and very compelling.