WHO: Erik & Christine Daaé WHAT: Seeing each other face to face for the first time since that night in his lair. WHERE: on the beach near the apartments WHEN: The night of the 4th, 9 o'clock RATING: tbd STATUS: in progress
Erik was not often a nervous creature. He did not like to show weakness, did not like to let people in on how human he was behind the distorted form of his face. His solitary life had made him into someone who was little trustworthy of others, and after years of rejection by the people surrounding him, the man had built a wall up around his heart. Then...then he had heard Christine singing out in the quiet night of the opera house while she was alone. He'd listened to her for weeks and weeks and eventually he came to her as the Angel of Music and taught her to sing with emotion and power. He'd fallen for her quickly after that and Erik had thought that maybe God had been kind, granting him someone to finally share his life and his work with.
Things certainly hadn't been easy. At first, Erik's deformed face had frightened her, then she had began to love him back. He didn't know why. He was undeserving of the affection of a beautiful woman like Christine, but that thought didn't stop him from wanting her. She'd cried for him in the catacombs of the Opera Populaire the last time they had seen each other and as she sang to him one last time, looking deeply into his eyes, he could sense that a part of her did want to be with him. Poor, hideous Erik.
Paris and that night seemed so far away now as the man was looking out over the sea lapping at the shore. He'd been in hiding as a wanted man for the murders he had committed and he'd planned to run as far away from France--and Christine--as he could. But now, here he was, somewhere else entirely and his sweet angel was here with him. Did she still want a life with Erik? Tonight, he would see.