Long time, no update…I am sorry! I just got caught up so much in His Triumphant Return (My other fic), cos I was having so much fun writing it!
I know I mentioned Meg's boots twice in the last chapter, but I can't really be bothered fixing it up.
Thanks to:
DragonHeartRAB, Pussin Boots, Wandering Child24, Dark Ninja of Mount Hope, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and gracious1 (YOU SUCK!)
DAMMIT! I just found my Tamora Pierce fic and started work on that instead of this!
Meg's dresses are on
http/spaces. the photo album…but I don't have her boots, cos I made em up…
YES I did add some furniture, but really…it's so much better with it… So now there is a fireplace to the right of the window, and a table in the middle of the room, with some chairs…
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Meg put on a leotard, skirt and stockings. She sat and laced her shoes, then looked in the bottom of the chest for some chalk. There wasn't any. She pulled everything out of the chest, but there was still no chalk. She scrambled about on her knees, picking up the clothes and folding them.
It was then that she noticed the box behind the chest. The length was larger than her foot, by almost half of it, and was just over wide enough for her to put one foot in at a time. She opened it, and to her delight, it was filled with chalk
"Finally!" she said. She chalked her shoes, and then stepped onto the wooden floor. She stretched, her arms first, then her legs.
Meg rose slowly onto her points, and began to dance.
She went slowly at first, so she could warm up a bit, and then began to twirl, faster and faster. She suddenly stopped, caught her breathe and prepared to do the dances from the recent operas.
She closed her eyes, and listened for the music, not realising when her legs began to move, as did her arms. She moved about the room elegantly, and gracefully. Not colliding with any furniture, or falling. Her face was full of emotion, sad if the dance was sad, and vice versa.
Meg didn't realise that Erik was watching her from his doorway.
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'She dances beautifully.' He thought. 'I knew those clothes would be handy, especially if I had had Chr…her with me. Erik went back to his room, but left the door open. He sat at his organ and began to play the music from the Opera Meg was dancing. He knew it well, it had been one of their earlier ones, but it had also been revived the year before. He had watched every performance as the Angel of Music. His beautiful music suited Meg's graceful dancing. When Meg did her final leap and twirl she stopped. It was then that she realised that Erik was playing.
"Pardon me monsieur. I did not mean to disrupt your work." She said, a little breathless at first.
"You did not interrupt, I was finished. You dance beautifully."
"Thankyou. You play superbly. Not that I am much of a judge."
"Nonsense. A Dancer must know about the music that is being played for her. If she does not, then she won't feel the music, and her dancing will have no effort."
Meg nodded. She knew that what Erik said was the truth. Meg blushed as her stomach rumbled
"Excuse me!" she said.
Erik laughed, and almost smiled. "Come; let us have something to eat."
Erik went into his room, and then came back out. He repeated this process a couple of times, each time carrying a few objects. He had two bowls, plates, sets of cutlery and glasses. He also had four sausages, various powders, a saucepan, a bottle of wine, a bunch of grapes and some cheese.
"Where did you get all that?" Meg asked, in awe
"I keep my home well stocked. I also keep my emergency quarters stocked. What else did you think we would eat?"
He went over to the fireplace, lit it, picked up the saucepan, and began to cook the sausages. Meg picked up her Grey dress, then went into the bathroom and changed. She thought she may as well wear it, as the Phantom was in his cloak and suit, he seemed very well dressed for a dinner between, she supposed, room mates. She could smell the sausages, and when she came out she could hear them sizzling.
Erik put two sausages on each plate, tipped some orange powder onto them, and poured some gravy from the bottom of the pan. He poured two glasses of wine, and cut the cheese into slices, which he put in the bowls, along with a small bunch of grapes.
He carried the bowls over to the table, and then went back for the wine and the glasses.
Meg sat at the table, and waited for Erik to return. He set down her glass and the wine, then raised his. "Here is to… Your success as a dancer, mine as a composer, and…"
"Our release from here, quite soon." Erik smirked, and then drank from his glass.
They picked up their cutlery and began to eat.
"This si really good. What's this orange powder on top?" Meg asked
"Poison. I am sick of you whining all the time, so I simply decided to kill you."
"But there's some on you plate as well" She pointed out
"But I built up immunity to this poison years ago."
Meg began to cough. She put down her cutlery and reached for her glass.
"I'm sorry Meg, it was just a joke. It's not poison, it's curry powder… are you alright?"
Meg drank deeply, and stopped.
Then she began to laugh.
She shouldn't have, because she began to cough some more.
"I know it wasn't poison, It was just too hot. Where did you get that stuff?"
"I have been all over Europe. When on my travels I picked up a few spices, and some cooking tips. It really is very nice, once you get used to the heat."
Meg smiled, drank some more win, and began to heat some more, making sure to get plenty of gravy on her sausages beforehand.
When they had finished their sausages, they began to eat their cheese and grapes.
"How do you keep these cold? The cheese would surely go off soon, as would the grapes."
"My friend the Persian brings some cold things every week, but until then I do have an ice box."
"Wow, how very innovative."
Erik smiled again. Meg yawned.
"I think it might be time for you to sleep again. It's been a long day, you were dancing for hours."
"Really? I was? I didn't realise. Tempus fugit, I suppose." She began to clear away the dinner plates etc.
"Where did you learn Latin?" Erik asked, quite astounded
"My grandfather was a teacher. He taught me to read and write, and a few phrases in Latin and English." Meg picked up her nightgown, then walked into the bathroom to change.
Erik picked up the last of the things, put them into his room, and called
"Goodnight Little Giry."
Meg rolled her eyes, "Goodnight, Opera Ghost."
She cleaned her teeth, then got into bed, letting the fire burn for warmth.
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tempus fugit, for those of you who don't know, is time flies in Latin.
OK, so I added more than a few pieces of furniture, like a nightgown…an icebox…yeah… not sure if that's historically correct, or if it would last that long…
Sorry if this seems a little short, but have been procrastinating… watched Princess Mononoke and Porco Rosso, then Even Stevens and Lizzie Mcguire…and now it is 9:21…and I have school tomorrow…huzzah!
I LOVE PHIL OF HE FUTURE!
Soz, just had to put that in
Keep an eye out for Homecoming, I think that's the name…probably may change…but I might post another story…
Cheers