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Post by Vel on Mar 12, 2012 9:57:35 GMT -5
During the remainder of their ride, Christine remained silent and kept her eyes off of Erik. Every time he would glance at her (which was quite often), she was looking off into the distance as the countryside as it passed them by. He vaguely wondered if she would ever even speak to him again after what had just happened. He had no choice but to kill those men. They were far too nosy. Gendarmes were supposed to only poke their nose in things and once their questions were answered, accept the truth an move on. Not those men. They had continued to poke and prod until they decided it would be wise to harass Christine and try to force her companion to show his face. Erik honestly could care less if they got him or not, but something told him that letting them return Christine to Raoul was no the brightest idea.
Erik slowed his horse down for a bit to let him catch his breath. That creature would do anything for him. It was truly the only friend he had ever had in his whole meaningless existence on Earth . He just wished there was a better way to thank an animal than reward it with food and allowing it rewards like this. One thing Erik always liked about animals was their unconditional affection. No matter what he looked like or how he was feeling that day, Cesar still would greet him with a fond nudge of his velvety muzzle.
His green eyes flicked to the girl next to him once again as she let out an annoyed huff, letting her hair down and tossing the tie next to her. Erik was about to say something but decided against it. It was probably best if the rest of the journey was made in silence. Even if he did talk to her, he doubted she would answer him back. He figured the only interaction he would ever get from her again. The only thing he could do was listen to the wind gently sweep through the trees and the soft sound of Christine singing to herself.
"We're almost there." he said, finally breaking the silence several minutes later. They would stay at the cabin for awhile until the coast was clear. Returning straight to Paris was not an option. they would have to travel to one of the surrounding villages and lay low for awhile. That, of course, would all change if Christine asked for it. But for now, going back would only cause her more harm than good.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 18, 2012 20:18:10 GMT -5
Christine ran her fingers through her long, curly hair, that was a bit disorderly after being so roughly pulled from the hair tie. She didn't mind it though; who was around to keep up appearance to? Besides her angel - well, Erik, and he had seen her in far worse condition. She tried not to think of when she was left broken and bloody in the street; she had thought that she would've been raped or died that night if Erik hadn't of rescued her. She was learning more and more about the man behind the mirror it seemed, but when she thought she had finally figured him out, he did something unexpected. But she knew he cared for her, that she was sure. Why else would be warn her of Raoul's plan and help her get away? She felt so betrayed by her childhood friend. How could he ever possibly imagine hurting her? She had done nothing to him, and suddenly he had become obsessed with the Phantom of the opera. Couldn't he leave it be? He had a perfect thing going on with her, and she thought perhaps that she might of fallen for him, but all his chances were crushed now. She never wanted to see him again. Christine looked over to Erik as he spoke, his voice disturbing the silence between them. She nodded her head, glancing around them for any signs that they would be arriving soon. But she saw nothing but countryside around them. "Where are we heading to?" she asked, her soft brown eyes studying is face carefully.
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Post by Vel on Mar 25, 2012 19:21:01 GMT -5
OOC: Short reply is short and shitty because I'm using my zune to do this XD
It was safe to say that Erik was surprised when Christine actually decided to speak to him. As far as he was concerned the girl was never going to open her mouth around him again. Her current tone might have been a bit curt, but it was better than nothing at all. Perhaps she was just so used to having someone around to talk to that she had to make due with him for the time being. It was not like she was going back to speak to raoul or meg any time soon. "We are headed to Auvers-sur-Oise. A quaint, quiet little town." he answered her question as to where they were currently headed. She had been aware that it was a cottage in the woods somewhere, but she had been left in the dark concerning the precise location of the said cottage home.
Several minutes later the carriage rolled into a small congregation of houses and shops. "This is it." he said, breaking the thick silence. "The cottage is just beyond the hill up ahead." They quickly made their way through the town and down a barely used road that led into the forest. Erik made the Friesian pick up his trot again, just wanting to get the journey over with. it did not take much longer for them to reach their destination. Erik hoped off the carriage and offered a hand to Christine, doubting she would even accept his aid. This was going to be a long few weeks. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 10, 2012 16:33:35 GMT -5
It was hard to judge how he was feeling when his face was hidden behind the white mask that guarded what was underneath. How his face still haunted her, so deformed and distorted that it was hardly a face at all, so twisted with rage and betrayal after she pulled it from his form. But the side uncovered however was completely normal, handsome even, if you put it into perspective. She thought she saw a brief inkling of surprise cross his eyes before it returned to it's normal state of impassiveness, and for a moment she mulled over what could of possibly invoked that emotion. The answer quickly came to her, remembering the police he had to kill in order for them to get away. They had been extremely pushy, asking her to get out of the carriage and to show her face. She understood why Raoul was going to such lengths to find her - he claimed he loved her. And up until recently, she had been sure that she loved him in return. But now, she wasn't convinced. Why would he set up to have her hurt? No one in their right mind would purposely harm their love, no matter the reason. She knew that maybe it was a bit naive to immediately believe Erik when he told her what Raoul was planning, but she trusted her Angel. She had been separated from Raoul for so long, who knows what kind of man he has become?
She nodded slightly as he spoke, a bit distant as she mulled over her own thoughts. She had never heard of the town that he spoke of, but she figured that was precisely the point. Who would search for them in a little village? Just as he had said, a few minutes later they came upon the place, which she thought had a bit of a charming look about it. They passed through without much incident, and after traveling through a ragged and bumpy road, they reached their destination. It was a small little cottage, but cute in it's own sense. She turned to Erik as he hopped off the carriage and offered a hand to her, which she took as she stepped off and onto the ground. She took a curious look around her; this was to be her new home.
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Post by Vel on May 19, 2012 13:54:35 GMT -5
"I know this isn't as lavish of a place as you are accustomed to, but it isn't exactly awful." Erik said as she accepted his hand out of habit. She really had no idea what she did to him every time she was near him, let alone touch him. He quickly let go of her hand once both her feet had touched the ground. Erik, as always, was the one who would distance them. No matter how badly he would love for her to hold on to his hand for just a moment longer, he still felt that she was utterly repulsed by him.
Erik turned back to the carriage and lifted out what little luggage they had with them. He did not own many possessions in the first place and Christine only had a limited amount of time to gather her belongings before they slipped away into the night. He carefully moved past Christine, not wanting to bump her, and made his way toward the door, setting the luggage down on the doorstep as he produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. "Here it is. I know it's not much, but it will do." he commented, stepping aside so Christine could go in before him.
Once they were inside, Erik closed the door and looked around the small place. It had been quite some time since he had been here. There was a small kitchen with an adjoining dining and living area, composing most of the downstairs. There were a few doors, most of them leading to various closets. One door led to the master bedroom, which Erik put Christine's things in, letting her have the largest room with the adjoining bathroom. Surely she would appreciate it. He took his things up to the second story which housed nothing more than a storage area, study, bedroom and bathroom. He figured he would be out of the way up there.
"I'm going to go take care of Cesar." he said to Christine, knowing that his beloved horse would probably like the chance to go grazing. "I'll be back."
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jul 3, 2012 3:15:47 GMT -5
Christine's eyes rested back on Erik as he spoke, and for a moment she glanced back toward the cabin once more before returning her attentions to him. She pursed her lip slightly, searching his eyes that lay shaded behind his mask. It vexed her sometimes that she couldn't read his face, that he was always unpredictable and she couldn't ever figure out what to expect. Sometimes that's what made him so interesting, but he had been interesting to her from the start. Even though, during the beginning, she was naive enough to think that he was her 'Angel of Music' sent down by her father. Even though she was just about an adult then, her mind didn't seem to grasp how absurd the idea was. Ghosts and angels didn't exist, and even so, they hadn't visited her. It embarrassed her that she had once thought that, and also irritated her that Erik had taken advantage of that. But as she got to know him, the more she came to understand and have compassion for the lonely man behind the mask. There was more to him that meets the eye.
She followed shortly behind him as he led her into the cottage, the more she felt like there was something wrong. The nagging feeling persisted as he avoided touching her and kept his eyes averted, which set her on edge. Was there more to this situation than she thought? Did he think her just a burden to him, that coming to her rescue was so much of a hassle that he decided to up and move her so he wouldn't have to? Once inside, her eyes scanned the flat quickly, and she smiled. "It's charming," she said, turning to look at him. It definitely looked as if no one had lived here for a while, which she had expected as much. It also needed a woman's touch, and with her here, that wouldn't be too much of a problem. She nodded as he spoke about tending to Cesar, and stood there a moment, unsure of what to do with herself. She moved over to the windows to draw back the curtains, allowing the light to spill into the gloomy room.
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Post by Vel on Jul 11, 2012 23:58:15 GMT -5
Erik stalked out the door without as much as a second glance in Christine's direction. Once outside, he made his way over to the horse and carriage. Cesar lifted his head and whinnied to the masked man as he approached. "Bonjour mon ami." Erik fondly patted the creature on the neck before taking hold of one of the reins and leading him toward the small barn . "This is where we will be living for a while." he told the horse as if he were casually mentioning something to a human companion. Once they reached the barn (or really it could be described as a large shed), Erik led Cesar inside and unhooked him from the carriage. The barn was large enough to hold at least one vehicle and had two stalls for horses to be accommodated. Other than that it was nothing much. The only other thing it had to offer was a half empty hay loft.
The rest of the tack still on Cesar was quickly removed and placed on the driver's seat of the landau. Erik spent a few minutes brushing the sweaty horse, humming as he did so. Cesar always seemed to like music, whether it was being played on an instrument or being produced by Erik's own vocal cords. "There you are." he sat, patting the horse on his side to let him know that he was done. He exited the barn, shutting one of the two doors as he left with Cesar following right behind him. "I will leave this open for you in case you'd like to come in if the weather turns on us." He was not worried about the Friesian running off. Cesar might wander here and there looking for grass, but Erik knew the stallion would always come back when he was called. He had nothing to worry about turning the horse loose.
Cesar followed Erik to the door of the cabin, looking expectantly as him. "What?" The only response he got was a nudge to the chest. "I think I saw a few good spots of grass down the drive a ways." he told the horse. Almost as if he understood his master, the ebony stallion snorted and mosied off. With a small sigh Erik went into the cabin. Without even bothering to look for Christine, he made his way into the kitchen and began to make tea. If she did not want anything to do with him right now, then he would let her be. The least he could do was make her tea while she tried to make herself at home. At least when the kettle was ready, he could pour them both a cup and take his leave to the upper level of the cabin.
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