A/N: I'm sorry about that last chapter. It lacks the usual gracefulness
that most of them possess. You know us regular submitters get kind burned
out sometimes, but I shall continue and strive on...lol. You'll like this
next chapter better, believe me! ;-)
Christina entered the Opera House depths self-consciously tugging on the elegant sleeve of her soft lilac colored gown. By the time Daniella had gotten her dressed, and done her hair the sky had darkened and deepened in its blue hue. Her heart beat faster, with every step she took she was getting closer to Erik. What would he say about her appearance? Though she could not see him, Erik had his back turned to her. He was concentrating on writing down a piece of music that had been in his head for some time.
"Erik," She called out softly. He did not turn.
I'm here," He said. She followed the sound of his voice which brought her close to where he sat at his organ. She found his shoulder and placed her hand on it gently.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Composing," He said not looking up. She nodded. "Are you well?" He asked out of habit.
"Yes," She whispered. She seemed nervous. Her perfume sweetened the air around them. Erik's eyes suddenly went to her hand on his shoulder. His head slowly turned as his gaze traveled up her hand, and arm, to her face. He turned all the way around to get a better look at her.
"You're not wearing black," He said. He looked at her dress. It was beautiful. The soft color brought out the color of her eyes. The sleeves were long and silky, the bodice was tight and accented her small hips. The skirt was full, and pearls were placed all along the hem. The neckline was low, but it was covered by lace which made it modest. Small pearl clips were inserted into her curly blonde hair that was let down to her waist. She looked beautiful.
"No," She said softly. "I believe it is time. My grandparents would want me to move on," Her eyes filled with tears. One slipped down her cheek. He gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"Christina, don't cry. You've wept too much over these past months," He soothed.
"I'm sorry," She said turning away from him. "I'm a disgrace," She hated herself for being so weepy.
"No no, mon rose," He whispered. "Don't say that," He gently turned her around to face him. "Never say that,"
"Erik," She fingered the ring that still hung on the chain around her neck. "You're being so kind to me. Why?"
"Shhh," He quieted her. "Because I care," He leaned closer to her. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. Her hair smelled like summer roses. "Mon fleur, my flower," She reluctantly allowed him to gently tip her chin up towards him. "Because I care," He repeated softly. Her heart beat rapidly. She could see nothing, but felt his presence deeply. Was he going to kiss her?
A/N: You all probably hate me right now... yep another cliffhanger! *dodges tomatoes*
Christina entered the Opera House depths self-consciously tugging on the elegant sleeve of her soft lilac colored gown. By the time Daniella had gotten her dressed, and done her hair the sky had darkened and deepened in its blue hue. Her heart beat faster, with every step she took she was getting closer to Erik. What would he say about her appearance? Though she could not see him, Erik had his back turned to her. He was concentrating on writing down a piece of music that had been in his head for some time.
"Erik," She called out softly. He did not turn.
I'm here," He said. She followed the sound of his voice which brought her close to where he sat at his organ. She found his shoulder and placed her hand on it gently.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Composing," He said not looking up. She nodded. "Are you well?" He asked out of habit.
"Yes," She whispered. She seemed nervous. Her perfume sweetened the air around them. Erik's eyes suddenly went to her hand on his shoulder. His head slowly turned as his gaze traveled up her hand, and arm, to her face. He turned all the way around to get a better look at her.
"You're not wearing black," He said. He looked at her dress. It was beautiful. The soft color brought out the color of her eyes. The sleeves were long and silky, the bodice was tight and accented her small hips. The skirt was full, and pearls were placed all along the hem. The neckline was low, but it was covered by lace which made it modest. Small pearl clips were inserted into her curly blonde hair that was let down to her waist. She looked beautiful.
"No," She said softly. "I believe it is time. My grandparents would want me to move on," Her eyes filled with tears. One slipped down her cheek. He gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"Christina, don't cry. You've wept too much over these past months," He soothed.
"I'm sorry," She said turning away from him. "I'm a disgrace," She hated herself for being so weepy.
"No no, mon rose," He whispered. "Don't say that," He gently turned her around to face him. "Never say that,"
"Erik," She fingered the ring that still hung on the chain around her neck. "You're being so kind to me. Why?"
"Shhh," He quieted her. "Because I care," He leaned closer to her. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. Her hair smelled like summer roses. "Mon fleur, my flower," She reluctantly allowed him to gently tip her chin up towards him. "Because I care," He repeated softly. Her heart beat rapidly. She could see nothing, but felt his presence deeply. Was he going to kiss her?
A/N: You all probably hate me right now... yep another cliffhanger! *dodges tomatoes*