Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-10-27 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | christine daae, erik |
Gifts (Christine)
WARNING: Uhm. Adult... situations. You've been warned, oh holy hell.
It had been no small surprise to discover that the very room he determined to be most suited for Christine's dance studio had, indeed, already been converted. Erik's inquiries into the matter had uncovered the whimsical nature of the City in which they lived. After ensuring that the security for his manor was still impermeable, Erik went about ordering the proper accoutrements for the room - a standard barre, a perfect set of mirrors, a small cordoned section in the corner that allowed for discrete dressing... Once he was certain that every need had been accounted for, he locked the door and pocketed the key.
This same key went into a small box, which he wrapped with black silk ribbon. And there it remained for the appropriate time.
The morning of the 27th of October, Erik found himself staring at the window as the night began to die. He had not slept, despite the weariness that doggedly followed him. Today was Christine's 21st birthday. Today... today was a very special day.
At length, he stood from his chair at his desk and began the daily rituals that marked civilized life. In another hour, his kitchen staff would bring Christine her breakfast. He'd left a red rose for them to place on her tray, along with an invitation for her to join him in his library, once she was ready to begin her day.
For himself, he found a collection of stories and settled in an armchair in his library to wait for her.