Erik sighed, he had finally managed to get Rosalie to fall asleep. It wasn't that hard, but he had never had a women in his bed in anyway. This was the first female to ever willing talk to him and grace him with their presence kindly.
He looked a her, her small face still covered by the ask, he gently slipped it off her and studied her face, so peaceful and at bay. Her eyes shut and only dusted with a hint of black eye shadow, as he had noticed she was not a fan of makeup and often worse small amounts- Unlike Carlotta.
He let his gloves fingers touch her cheek once more as she slumbered in his bed. Her face so peaceful, as her hair cascaded around her, so soft like fine silk. She was so beautiful, he wondered why no one ever played attention to her. Why she was the, "oh Christine has a sister," girl.
Wait, did he just think to himself all of this? He was astonished at his thoughts wondering on her, maybe she was his Angel of Music after all, maybe if she could love him.. just maybe...
When Rosalie awoke, she sat up, and let her thoughts recollect on last night, or so she assumed it had been the next day.
She remember her wrist being tied, and she looked down, sure enough, there her wrist were bound together by a rope, but not roughly. Also most soft and sympathetically, unlike when Raoul and his friends tied her up, she had rope burn for a week and her skin was raw.
She noticed Erik was making his way over to her, his attire had changed. He wore the usual, a all black suit, half mask and a cloak, no longer dressed in all red and had his normal half faced mask on. Though Rosalie respected his clothes, they were clean and gentlemanly, but not too class, but on a note she would secretly rather see him in less clothing.
"Good morning Rosalie," he said pausing to sit by her, "I am sorry I have you nothing to sleep in," he said, looking at her dress momentarily his eyes wondering to the graceful body, "if you'd like I can go and let you up to the surface to collect a few of your items if you wish."
His offer made her give a slight polite smile, she never smiled, unless it was a fake pretend smile, "Yes please," she said gratefully, something about it made Erik happy. He had figured she would scream and squirm away since he had tied her up, but she was calm and seemed to trust him.
He had untied her wrist and held her hands in his, running his thumbs over them, examining if he had hurt her, which he thankfully didn't. He let her take his hand as he led her to his boat.
Erik had led Rosalie to her chambers, and you know how he arrived? A mirror, he slid it open and reviled her room, earning a gasp from her. He had a secret way to her room? She found it fascinating, not creepy.
Rosalie stepped into her warm room, looking around,it looked as if no one had actually came in here, disturbed her room or even looked for her. Of course.
"I had built a way to your room in case that fop tried to bother you," Erik said, which was partly true, he also did it so he could hear her sing and be close to her without her knowing. Without scaring her away.
Rosalie nodded not sure what to say, and went to her bed, there her outfit she set out to sleep in after the masquerade party was over, still folded on her bed.
"Grab a week's worth," Erik said, studying her room, it looked different than when he studied it through a mirror, her room was dim and had a bed and dresser, and of course a mirror, but still she had less than her sister.
Rosalie grabbed an old leather suitcase and stuffed a week's worth of clothes in. While doing so, Erik had watched her, watching her pack her clothes, he noticed she wasn't girly like Christine, and most of clothes were old and plain and she didn't pack much make up. She was more hygienic than feminine.
"May I stay in here and get cleaned up?" Rosalie asked, looking up at Erik, her eyes hopeful. She liked to bathe and shave as much as possible.
"Yes, I shall come for you when you finish," he said and stepped through the mirror, leaving her alone.