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[asoutcastshear]

[Erik is forgoing broadcasting his playing this time. It's an attempt to curtail the number of people that would come nosing around. But that doesn't mean Erik is done mourning. Not by a long shot. Not only was Chrissie the woman he loved, but she was also his muse. Without her...well he hasn't be able to write anything and that's just...wrong.

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[tigressina]

[Anna had, after her stint and escapade with murdering someone in cold blood, retreated to her room for several days.

Especially when she had run into said person in the hall.

It had been a trying experience, being here at the Keep.

But she'd found an outlet, a way to let herself go without a care. The music room was a place that she could lose herself and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Except there is someone else in there, playing something haunting and beautiful that calls to her.

In silence she stays until the notes trail off.]

Bonita - that is beautiful, monsieur.

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik stops abruptly. Would he ever be able to go one night without being interrupted? Never mind the one doing the interrupting happens to be a beautiful young lady (who is giving Erik the strangest sense of deja vu.). That was beside the point.]

Merci.

[His voice is low. He's not too happy being intruded on.]

Where did you come from?

[tigressina]

[No Erik. No you can't.]

The ah...the hallway.

[She gestures behind her.]

[asoutcastshear]

[Erik frowns, looking from her to the hallway. He should've shut the door. Next time, Erik, shut the door.]

I would kindly ask you return the way you came.