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[asoutcastshear]

[All Erik had to do was call. That's all he had to do, and she'd come to him. So that's what he'd do. She felt distant to him and Erik wanted to mend this. What better way than through music?

So he calls for her, voice soft and beckoning. Difficult to ignore. Difficult to resist.]

Anna...

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[dormant_beast]

[Distant was a good way of putting it - ever since her death she'd felt...more aloof yet somehow more centered in herself,.

She's also had a lot going on recently. Things just do not ever go well for the shifter.

However, a familiar voice coming from her communicator breaks through her mind and jerks her out of her thoughts.]

Teacher...?

[asoutcastshear]

I want to see you.

[dormant_beast]

Where?

[She sounds tired. Not defeated - not anymore, but tired.]

[asoutcastshear]

My room.

[dormant_beast]

I will be there shortly, mon cherie.

[asoutcastshear]

[Waaaaaiting.]

[dormant_beast]

[A few minutes later...

Tap tap tap. You called?]

[asoutcastshear]

[The door opens and Erik sweeps his cape. There's music conveniently spread out everywhere.]

I've composed for you. Please take your pick and sing for me.

[dormant_beast]

[She slips in behind him, pressing the door shut with her hands. Looking around, she brushes a strand of hair away from her face and nods.

This is always a pleasant distraction - music takes her mind off her troubles, her worries. Picking a piece of paper up, she scans it, then begins to sing.]

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik listens intently, a small smile on his face. Anna's voice is of a completely different quality than Christine's. It was deeper, exotic. Which was what drew Erik to her in the first place.

He turned toward the keyboard, to play the accompanying melody. So Anna is free to look at the other music.]

[dormant_beast]

[As she sings, she wanders the room. Her fingers brush over different objects and come to rest on papers with her name scrawled in elaborate script across the top. These she takes, carefully folding them and sliding them into her pocket.

"Take what has your name on it", he'd told her. That still stands, she assumes.

Eventually she comes back over to him, standing a few feet behind him as her voice trails off.]

[asoutcastshear]

[He plays the final notes and turns to look at Anna. With a nod he stands.]

Brilliant. I can hear so much improvement.

[He's very pleased with you.]

I assume you've taken all the music you like? [So he'll just put away whatever's left.]

[dormant_beast]

[Pleased with his reaction to her voice, Anna smooths her shirt.]

I have, oui.

[She smiles faintly at him and dips her head to her master.]

[asoutcastshear]

[With another nod, he begins putting the music away. It's all kept in one place, organized by whom it is written for. Except there's a problem. Some of it is missing. Specifically from Anna's pile. Erik's brow furrows as he leafs through the sheets he's holding. It's not here. Damnit.]

Anna, may I see the music you've taken?

[dormant_beast]

Of course.

[She slides it out of her pocket, then hands it over.]

[asoutcastshear]

[He takes them from her and thumbs through them quickly. He's about to throw the music down in a rage when he finally spots the piece he's looking for. He takes the piece out and looks at Anna. Stay calm, Erik. Just stay calm.]

Why were you snooping?