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[asoutcastshear]

[Ever since his conversation with Anna a few days ago, Erik has holed himself up in his room, working furiously to get the show prepared

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[dormant_beast]

[She slips out from behind a bookshelf, inclining her head and quietly waiting until he's finished.]

...

C'est beau.

[asoutcastshear]

[He knows that voice. He can't say he's not pleased she's here.]

Merci beaucoup

[He remains where he is, back to her.]

Hello, Anna.

[dormant_beast]

Anna's voice is fairly unmistakeable.]

Bonjour. [She comes a little closer, peering at what he's doing.

What is that from?

[asoutcastshear]

An opera called Hannibal. The aria is Think of Me.

[He plays a measure.]

Do you like it?

[dormant_beast]

[She closes her eyes and smiles, then reopens them. It's...nice listening to this, being here. The situation with Marco weighed heavy on her. She had never before seen someone die. This was a little piece of heaven in the midst of hell.]

Very much, yes.

[asoutcastshear]

[He reaches over, takes a few sheets of paper from behind the sheet music and offers them to her.]

The lyrics. Will you sing?

[dormant_beast]

[She picks the papers up in her hand, eyes skimming over the notes and words. This is something she can do.]

Yes.

[asoutcastshear]

[He begins playing, making sure to give Anna her cue to start singing.]

[dormant_beast]

[And so she does, voice dancing over the notes that are printed on the page. Her heart is only ever in it when she's singing for Erik.]