InsaneJournal

Who: Erik
What: Taking Christine up on her offer (short narrative).
Where: Christine's place.
When: idk recently.
Warnings/Rating: None.

Erik agonized over his decision for days, both in Paris and on the other side of the door, but with his old home beneath the Opera House in ruins and various workers and inspectors coming in and out each day it was becoming more and more of a risk to remain where he was. He wanted to stay, but he lurked around corners and hid behind walls and within the rafters like a true ghost, which became tiring, and all he wanted was a moment to rest.

Leaving the Opera House to navigate the streets of Paris seemed a daunting task, yet Christine's offer was the only option he had lest he remain in Neil's mind for the foreseeable future, until the repairs were completed, which was not guaranteed in the slightest. He went through his cycle of suspicions, of course, and he'd almost had himself convinced that it was a trap before Neil talked him out of it. In the end, Erik did go to the cemetery under the cover of darkness and a thick cloak, and after another few moments of deliberation followed the directions he found there to what would be his temporary refuge in Paris while he searched for somewhere else.

It was quiet, as Christine had said, and there was no other living person present. Solitude was something he knew all too well, and he was comfortable in the silence, even if part of him did wish Christine was there as well. But that was over now, another shattered dream, and he was a fool to hope for that which would never be.

That night, for the first time in recent memory, Erik slept in a proper bed, in a home he never once imagined he would ever inhabit.