Aviva Dalca had been staring in the mirror for over an hour, brushing her long, slightly curled, chocolate brown locks and (rather unhappily) lacing her corset. After a bit of debate, she had picked a long, gracefully flowing, blur silk dress which fitted her perfectly. Getting ready to go see Erik wasn't exactly a walk in the park, because any little thing could flare up his temper and send him into a rage. But it didn't happen much anymore, at least not with her.
She was special.
Not just Aviva anymore, she had become his Aviva.
His friend, companion, trust... love?
Aviva shook the last thought out of her head as she made her way into the Primadonna's dressing room. It was always so strange going into another's bedroom to use their mirror as a passageway, and though she was well aware of the other secret doors of the opera house at her disposal that she could use, this one had remained her favorite.
Slowly creeping up to the mirror, she opened it, took a deep breath, and stepped into the darkness.
After letting her eyes adjust to the lack of light for a few seconds, she took another step forward, only to be greeted by a gloved hand. She immediately knew it as belonging to the masked man, the Phantom, Erik. She placed her hand into his, and his fingers wrapped around hers in seconds. He had long, thin fingers, partially from him being just shy of a living skeleton. But also, partially from his constant piano playing. Aviva smiled slightly at the thought of Erik playing the piano as she walked, hand-in-hand with him, towards his lair.
As she was halfway through the passageways, still in total darkness, he spoke.
"Thank you for coming so quickly, I hope I did not alarm you with my message. I have something to inform you about. It's ...urgent, to say the least."