Christian
I cocked an eyebrow as he dropped his arms to his sides.
"Come again?" I finished my stance by folding my arms across my chest. He did the same.
"It's quite a long story. In short, I want to kill your father, you father wants to kill me, and really it's all centered around your mother. Maybe you should ask her," he stated.
I made a noise of disbelief and closed my eyes. I dropped my head back and my arms to my sides.
"I'm dreaming and I am more than ready to wake up now!" I shouted to no one in particular. I stood like that for a few moments longer. Suddenly I heard what sounded like fluttering book pages accompanied by Erik's voice.
"Catch." I opened my eyes to see where the noise was coming from when I felt something hit the back of my head.
"What the Hell?!" I shouted.
"Language Christian," Erik said smirking as he stepped into view. "Did your father teach you that?"
"No, I picked that up somewhere else. At least my father doesn't throw books at me!" I yelled, checking my head for blood.
"I told you to catch it," Erik stated waving a hand in frustration.
"Could've given me more warning," I mumbled and I bent to pick up the book. I grabbed it and something fluttered out. I made a grab for it when Erik's hand shot out of nowhere and snatched it out of the air. He studied it momentarily before handing it to me.
"You can have it if you want it. I-" he stopped and trailed of as though he might go on but shook his head and closed his mouth. I took the paper he held out to me and realized it was a picture from a newspaper. It showed my mother and father on their wedding day. The caption read, "Viscount de Chagny marries childhood love Christine Daae, daughter of the late violinist."
I looked up at Erik, waiting for an explanation as to why he had this. When I looked however his back was to me, one arm bent, presumably at his face, the other at his side holding his mask. I cleared my throat and in one fluid movement, the hand holding the mask flew to his face and he turned quickly to face me again. He blinked quickly and I did the same. He had been crying.
I cocked an eyebrow as he dropped his arms to his sides.
"Come again?" I finished my stance by folding my arms across my chest. He did the same.
"It's quite a long story. In short, I want to kill your father, you father wants to kill me, and really it's all centered around your mother. Maybe you should ask her," he stated.
I made a noise of disbelief and closed my eyes. I dropped my head back and my arms to my sides.
"I'm dreaming and I am more than ready to wake up now!" I shouted to no one in particular. I stood like that for a few moments longer. Suddenly I heard what sounded like fluttering book pages accompanied by Erik's voice.
"Catch." I opened my eyes to see where the noise was coming from when I felt something hit the back of my head.
"What the Hell?!" I shouted.
"Language Christian," Erik said smirking as he stepped into view. "Did your father teach you that?"
"No, I picked that up somewhere else. At least my father doesn't throw books at me!" I yelled, checking my head for blood.
"I told you to catch it," Erik stated waving a hand in frustration.
"Could've given me more warning," I mumbled and I bent to pick up the book. I grabbed it and something fluttered out. I made a grab for it when Erik's hand shot out of nowhere and snatched it out of the air. He studied it momentarily before handing it to me.
"You can have it if you want it. I-" he stopped and trailed of as though he might go on but shook his head and closed his mouth. I took the paper he held out to me and realized it was a picture from a newspaper. It showed my mother and father on their wedding day. The caption read, "Viscount de Chagny marries childhood love Christine Daae, daughter of the late violinist."
I looked up at Erik, waiting for an explanation as to why he had this. When I looked however his back was to me, one arm bent, presumably at his face, the other at his side holding his mask. I cleared my throat and in one fluid movement, the hand holding the mask flew to his face and he turned quickly to face me again. He blinked quickly and I did the same. He had been crying.