7 × [Closed Commentlog - Forward dated to Monday Night]

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik is a man on a mission. Most people who are not night owls are probably asleep. It's probably 3am when Erik steals out of his room and slips down to Anna's. A single fluid swipe of the keycard and the door opens with a quiet hiss. He casts a cautious glance over his shoulder then slips inside

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[dormant_beast]

[Anna is certainly asleep - the last week or so has been horribly trying and she's catching up on some much needed rest. She's curled in a tight fetal position, blanket pulled up close around her chin, and she's shivering in her sleep.

If it's due to chills or bad dreams, one couldn't say.

The sound of her name pulls her out of her sleep, though it's several moments until she's more coherent and her mind isn't still thick with sleep.]

...Is someone there?

[asoutcastshear]

[When she stirs, Erik is sure to keep out of sight. He speaks, his voice is thrown and echos.]

Rise. There is something you must see.

[dormant_beast]

[She yawns widely, running a hand over her face to clear the sleep as she sits up in confusion.]

Who is it?

[She does obey however, reaching to tug her bathrobe of the hook on the bathroom door, shivering a final time before she pulls the fluffy pink rober over her arms.]

[asoutcastshear]

[There's silence for a moment. Then finally, the sound of Erik's shoes walking across the floor. He lifts a gloved hand and offers it to Anna.]

I am your Angel of Music. Come to the Angel of Music.

[dormant_beast]

[The silence feels deafening, and it's mercifully broken by Erik. Relieved that it's actually him and not someone else, she dutifully reaches and takes his hand. She's...a little lost in the moment, and doesn't dwell on how, exactly, he got into her room, or why.]

tl;dr below. Sorry |D

[asoutcastshear]

[He doesn't smile. Even though he wants to. But his face remains solemn. With her hand in his, he leads her into the hall, glancing back at her every so often as he leads her to the stairwell. It's good there's only a floor difference between them. Just continue to be mesmerized, Anna.

When they've reached his room, he swipes his own keycard and holds the door open for her. Inside, she'll see the room has been dimly lit with candles. fffft Erik doesn't use electric lighting. What r electricity?

There's a keyboard in the corner of the room. Not a piano but it gets the job done. The bed is hardly slept in. And there's sheets and sheets of parchment with music scribbled in a fancy 19th century font. If Anna looks carefully, there are pieces of parchment with her name scribbled across the top and there are some with the name 'Christine' (♥).

Erik lets her go, crossing the room, and sits at the keyboard to finish a piece of music.]

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[dormant_beast]

[She's completely mesmerized, and she slips in the room once the door is held for her. The candles throw her a little, and she looks around curiously at her surroundings, realizing that this is the first time she's ever been in Rik's room. Not only that, it's one of the only times he's voluntarily shown himself to her. Usually, he calls to her from the shadows, or slips up behind her.

Confused, she watches him move and sit at the keyboard, and she tugs her bathrobe tighter around her, wishing she'd thought to stuff her feet into a pair of slippers. The thoughts of matching pink bedroom shoes disappear when she sees her name scribbled atop the papers. She knows who Christine is, but she's surprised to see her name. She reaches to run her fingers down the paper.]

What...is this? Why did you bring me here? [In the dead of the night. Gosh Erik, all you needed to do was call her. That's why guys do these days. You know, in the fuuuuuture.]

[asoutcastshear]

[Well, Erik's the kind of creepy stalker that would prefer to kidnap you, okay? It's how he rolls. He turns on the seat to look back at her.]

It is music. Suited for your voice. If your name is on it, it is yours to take.

[Hell, it'd probably take him a few days to notice if Anna also slips a bit of music with Chrissie's name on it. After more silence, he glances at her over his shoulder.]

Please, sit. I do have a purpose for bringing you here.

[dormant_beast]

[Oh, fine. She'll just roll with it. Since, you know - she heard the whole CRUNCH thing she feels kind of bad for you. Raoul's a meanie head.]

Oh...thank you. [Thoroughly impressed and extremely flattered, she does pick up a few sheets and maybe slips one of Chrissie's in too, nope not jealous at all, then falls quiet.

She looks around, then settles herself into a seat, looking at him curiously as she stifles a yawn.]

What...is it?

[asoutcastshear]

[He finishes what he's working on and gets up, with a fancy cape sweep. In a few strides, he is in front of Anna and kneeling before her.]

As I'm sure you are aware, I was among the victims to the captain's whims.

[Thanks to Raoul. Running around showing everyone his face. Good God. He's almost certain Anna has seen it and he just needs to fix this. So he takes her hand and with a small kiss to her palm, he places it against the unmasked part of his face. And now for the other one. It gets the same treatment, but instead of being place against smooth skin, it touches the porcelain mask.]

Please. Remove it.

[dormant_beast]

[Watching him kneel before her, Anna's face clears a little for the time being.]

Ah, oui. I ah...heard. [She actually hasn't seen it, and his actions continue to baffle her. Her face re-clouds with confusion.]

Are...are you certain?

[She's barely seen him face to face, and now...this? She doesn't understand.]

[asoutcastshear]

Yes.

[Even though he's the picture of calm on the outside, Erik's subconscious has slipped into that scared little bag boy. She's going to jeer and laugh and make fun of him. He can see the scenario playing in his head. But it's something that must be done. Damage control is such a bitch.]

[dormant_beast]

[Hesitating for a moment more, Anna finally nods.]

Alright.

[It's with careful and shaking hands that she does so, and as soon as it's removed, it's settled gently into her lap, and her eyes fixed on his face. Lifting her hands, she rests one on either of his cheeks. One smooth, one marred.]

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik flinches when the mask is removed. But the movement is barely noticeable and it disappears when he relaxes. Her hands are soft and feel good on his face. He's waiting for her to scream or cry or something. He looks up at her after a moment. And when he speaks, he sings.]

Swear to me, never to tell. The secret you know of the angel in hell.

[dormant_beast]

[She leans down to brush a kiss against his forehead.]

If you do not want me to, I will not.

[Anna is a terribly obedient thing, isn't she?]

[asoutcastshear]

[She is. Erik likes that in a woman. He closes his eyes when she kisses his forehead. She's such a sweet child.]

Please. I would only allow a select few to see this repulsive corpse of mine and would rather it remain that way.