{Sixty-Two ~ Music Of The Night} {Closed Commentlog}

[chorusangel]

[Christine, once again, found that she could not sleep. This was becoming a common occurence of late, ever since Erik had accosted her while she was out getting food, lectured her, bound her to him again as his student and - as she later discovered when she got back to her room - stolen her keycard.

Thankfully, Mimmi had let her stay in her room

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[asoutcastshear]

[Christine's keycard was safe and tucked away. Erik had intended to use it, to get into Christine's room to watch her. Now that he had her back, he had no intention of letting her go now. Or ever. Raoul was only a temporary setback. With the right motivation, Erik was sure he could get the boy to leave her be.

Erik was a creature of the night. So sleep, especially at this hour was not on his agenda. Instead, he sat at a piano, playing it softly. The comm is off, so as not to disturb the other passengers.]

...Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently, the senses abandon their defenses...

[chorusangel]

[After a little more consideration, Christine had gotten up for a walk. Given the hour, she reasoned that not many people would be about, so rather than risk disturbing Mimmi by getting dressed, she simply slipped a robe on over her nightgown before venturing out.

At first she didn't have a destination in mind, but reading helped to make her sleepy, so Christine headed down to the library to find a good book. Or maybe just a boring one. She certainly didn't expect to find anyone else in there.

So that just made it all the more shocking when she heard a very familiar voice singing a very familiar song. It would be sensible to leave, but... something kept her rooted to the spot. Surely it couldn't hurt to just listen... Erik needn't even know she was there.]

[asoutcastshear]

[And he didn't. It had not even occurred to him that someone had entered the library. He was under the assumption that everyone was asleep. So he continued, tapping out the notes and melding his voice with the melody it created.]

Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the Music of the Night...

[chorusangel]

[Such memories, such feelings that song brought back. Erik was a murderer, had manipulated her, not to mention the managers and the rest of the performers, had terrified everyone in the Populaire, but Christine remembered the look on his face when she took off his mask. To be trapped away in those dank, dark cellars because of something beyond his control... Christine couldn't help but pity him.

She drew closer to the music. Just to hear it better, you understand.]