Erik (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_theoperag166) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-01-24 21:45:00 |
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Where: Erik's office
When: Nowish
Why: Conversation and tea. And we know what comes with tea.
Rating: With us, it's gonna be dirty.
"Hmm, suppose it's time to see if this old face is still the same," he said after having called his secretary and told her to send a car to fetch Joanne at her given address. Erik took a deep breath and pushed away from his desk. There was a mirror in his private bathroom, one he'd been loathe to look into every since he'd discovered it, but he cautiously walked in, his hands shaking nervously. He was afraid it'd still be the same and that'd he'd be doomed to a second existence of the same shunning social standards.
He took a deep breath and reached up, fingertips fixing tightly on the edges of the mask to pull it away from his skin. But he didn't feel the way it used to stick to the bare muscle and his eye didn't feel as dry. Like he had real flesh there. He sucked in a breath as he stared at his visage in the mirror for a long time, not able to pull his eyes away from it.
There he remained until she'd finally arrive.