Chapter 11
Disclaimer:
Erik: My turn. I and all my fellow characters, personas and ideas are under the ownership of Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay, and Andrew Lloyd Webber. The Authoress of this phic has no original claim to us whatsoever.
Shaun: Oy! What about me?
Erik: Except for you of course Shaun.
Shaun: (grins) Thank'ee kindly Mister!
Ladies and gentlemen I am in a good mood today, which is why I am finally finishing and posting this chapter for you (and it was one of the first pieces I wrote in this phic). Why am I in such a good mood you might ask? Well I shall tell you…
It was midnight last night and I was in my bed, rereading some work on my laptop before mum came in and told me lights out. I lay there for a while, daydreaming and thinking about what I still had to write for my phics, until I finally slipped off into La la Land. During my stay in this wonderful place, dear readers, I was fortunate enough to have a dream. I don't remember all of it, nor the exact circumstances or storyline, but I do remember this:
I was kissing Erik.
Erik, not Gerik, as his lips were twisted, yet deliciously good.
Let me reiterate that for you.
I
Was
Kissing
Erik
Me
Erik
Kissing
Erik
Really kissing
Me
Gah!
When I woke up all nice and snug in my warm bed I had a grin to rival Luna Park, and an attack of the warm fuzzies. I will be grinning for the rest of the day, ladies and gentlemen, and feeling extremely good about myself.
Erik
Kissing
Me
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Life is good.
Clattering onto the gravel and stone path, the two gypsy born halted at Louise's door, the healer slid down quietly from Cinnamon's back, Erik handed her the kit, watching her with concern. She took the bag numbly as he jumped down to put Cinnamon in the stables, then removed his mask in relief. Louise walked slowly to the door and opened it, closing the heavy barrier as she went inside. In the stables, Erik listened as he heard the footsteps pause for a moment, to remove her boots, then a faint slapping as Louise dashed to her room and cast herself onto her bed with a low moan of inhumane agony and loss. Erik hurried Cinnamon into her stall and ran inside to find his healer sprawled on the bed, weeping as though her heart was broken. He paused a moment as Louise lifted her tear worn gaze to his face, chest heaving as sobs caught in her throat, then she collapsed back onto her covers and began to cry again. Erik went to her and gathered her in his arms,
"Easy little one," he soothed her, "It's alright, cry all you need,"
Louise clung to him, he could feel the gagging sobs that shuddered through her body. Without really knowing why, Erik laid his scarred cheek on her soft blonde hair, the ever-present smell of rosemary invading his senses, and began to sing.
"Close your eyes for you're eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark it is easy to pretend,
That the truth is all it ought to be."
Louise snaked a hand around his neck, pressing her hand to the smooth side of his face, supping and cradling his strong jaw line. The rhythmic gasping in her throat, too elemental to be called sobbing, slowed in a fit of coughing and Erik pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly. With the hand that was around his neck the young midwife tugged the Phantom down to press her distraught lips, salted and fiery with tears, to his scarred cheek, staining his skin with her weeping. Erik tried to pull away but she dragged him down again and put her warm, soft, wet lips to his in a fierce, chaste, kiss. Erik stiffened slightly under her embrace, but she released him and began to weep against his chest once more.
Excuse me as I pause a moment to explore Erik's thoughts: (…did she just?…and what?…uh…oh god what do I do now?…Does this mean she wants me to kiss her back?…Come on Erik, think!…aha! When in doubt, music…I think…)
Cooing a soft lullaby, Erik gently lay down Louise on her bed and tucked a blanket over her. her chest still convulsed with sobs every now and again, but her eyes were closed and she appeared to be sleeping. Her mouth moved a little and Erik drew closer to hear her words,
"Erik…Claire…" he made out, but nothing more. With a sigh of exhaustion, he tucked her in and collapsed in the high-backed hair in a corner, falling asleep himself in a matter of moments as a wave of fatigue crashed over him.
Erik
Kissing
Me
…sorry, cant get over it, was a fantastic dream.
Erik