Angel of Music. You denied me, turning from true beauty

[asoutcastshear]

Characters: asoutcastshear and dormant_beast ; Closed
Location: Library
Date: Sometime this evening.
Rating: Gonna say PG because Erik's a creeper.

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[dormant_beast]

Anna had known who Christine was - she'd have to be insanely dull not to. It was the same woman she had comforted Raoul about when she'd disappeared before, the one whose name that she had heard time and again from him, and the same name that adorned some of the sheet music that she now had in her room. Impossible notes, complex rhythms and melodies, all of which Anna had been working very, very hard on in her own, private time.

She's currently in the library, but she isn't reading. She's instead curled in one of the large chairs, head resting on the arm as she simply sits there, thinking. It's in this position she hears the piano music, and her head lifts and she stands, making her way towards it.

The shape on the bench is familiar to her - she knows him by now, the way he sits and moves, and especially his voice. She silently comes up next to him, hands limp by her sides.

[asoutcastshear]

The words he sang blended with the music, carried through the air in the library. His eyes were closed, but he could hear her soft steps when she was close enough. The words stopped, but the melody did not. After a moment's silence, Erik looked up at her with a small smile.

"Hello, Anna," he said softly.

He debated on what to do next, how to properly rebuild the bridge he was sure he had burned between them. Though it dawned on him he had the perfect tool right there in front of him. He slid further down the bench, making room for her.

"Please, sit." He lifted his hands and rested them back on the keys. "Sing for me."

[dormant_beast]

"Good evening." Her voice is quiet and soft as always - but this time there is a bit of an edge to it. She got dropped like a hot potato when his other pupil showed up, and while always docile and placidly obedient, Anna doesn't take well to getting the boot.

She does, however, follow instuction and take a seat, lifting her hands to the upper octaves of the piano, letting her fingers flow out a few high but well strung together notes.

Sing for him. She always follows this order, if only because it's something she does so love to do, even if she's not a fan of doing it in public yet. So she does, her voice lifting and trailing over the notes her fingers play, breath drawing in deep to ensure she has the air to hit the higher pitches.

[asoutcastshear]

Erik hadn't meant to simply drop Anna. The situation had been extreme. Christine had been terribly distraught and Raoul left her like a big jerk. Erik couldn't let that swan chick get to her first. He would have lost track of her. You understand, don't you, Anna? Erik loves Christine. He couldn't lose track of her. That would be awful.

Besides, he came back didn't he? That was the important thing.

He plays quietly, a complimentary melody to the notes Anna played as well. He loved listening to her sing. So much improvement in such a short time. The notes she sang though, did not seem like anything he had written for her. Well then, he hadn't realized she could sing the higher pitches like that. He'll have to write her something a little more complex.

"Beautiful," he says with a nod. And it was. Simply beautiful.