Authoress: Another of those random and pointless interludes. Work has been messing with my mind.
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Kooz: You're welcome! It's one of my favourite songs!
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Sapphire-aria: I never stop writing! There are more half chapters of stories in the backs of my schoolbooks than there is work. Now to just come up with an idea...
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The Mega Doomer: Wow, you actually have a sanity? I don't...
Jen Lennon: It could be...or it could just be randomness that keeps me away from my chemistry work
Masked Grace: You my dear, are being rather impertinent, I can overdose you if you want, but the cliff hanger will have you hanging yourself on your lasso because that's where my writer's block currently is residing. So nya!
Reltisic: "You may touch my cape" Ha! Don't make me laugh like that when I'm mid way through a mouthful of tea. You inspired this chapter!
There was a huddled red lump curled up to one side of the swan bed in the Louis Philippe room when Erik entered. "Adriana?" he asked, looking at the hump of red velvet.
"Whah?" her sleep slurred voice replied.
"You need to get up, my dear," a smile twitched in his face as he knelt on one knee to peer up at her face. She had three blankets pulled around her and over her head so that all that was visible was the end of her nose to breathe through, the rest hidden in red tinged shadow. She groaned in reply and burrowed her way deeper into the mattress, "What for?"
"Your singing lesson," Erik smirked, tapping his fingers against his legs in time to a new melody. "What time is it?" she moaned, Erik reached out and flipped the top blanket from her head, "Six thirty," he replied, pushing several strands of blonde hair away from her face, her head still covered, but she flinched away from the cold air of outside.
"Ugh…am or pm?"
"am"
Her head shot up and she looked at him wildly through a tangle of blonde hair and red velvet hoods. "What the hell are you waking me up for then?" she demanded, pulling her blankets over her head. "Go away Erik, I need sleep"
Erik was amused, "What time did you go to sleep last night?" he asked, rising to sit on the side of the bed.
"Three thirty" came the muffled reply.
"Three thirty?" he echoed, a slight movement indicated a sleepy shrug, "More or less"
"Why, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
"I blame Jacques."
"Who's Jacques?" Erik shifted to lean back on one elbow, running his hand through his hair. He tugged on a short dark lock to control his irritation, why was she thinking about someone else?
"My muse," she answered, "Evil gay bastard."
"I beg your pardon?" Erik sat up straighter, laughing as she buried her head in her arms. "You don't want to know." Adriana sighed and sniffed, "Come back later okay…"she was almost asleep again. Erik grinned behind his mask, he stood and reached down, with a quick yank he pulled the blankets from her frame and tossed them across the room.
"No!" Adriana winced and shrank in on herself, curling up into the foetal position. Erik laughed, rich and loud, folding his arms. "Erik I hate you!" she cried, shaking her hair over her bare shoulders.
"Nonsense," Erik replied, he looked down at her properly and started, "What are you wearing?"
Sleep clouded grey eyes glared at him through her arms, "My PJ's" she stated, pulling a pillow over her head.
"What happened to the nightgowns I brought you?" Indeed, the young Theatre Wraith was curled up in a pair of loose dark grey silk trousers and a light grey singlet of the same fabric, with dark trimmings.
"They got twisted around and the neck was too high" she explained from beneath her red covering. "Erik, I'm freezing, and I've had three hours sleep in two days, please?"
The Phantom sighed, reaching up to his throat he pulled the ties of his cloak loose and swirled it off to cover her, tucking it around her form, pretending not to notice how close his hands were to her warm body. "Mm…" she stretched her feet out and curled up again, resting her head on her arms she smiled, closing her eyes. Erik smiled, "Sleep well my little cat."
Adriana opened her eyes and looked up, "What did you just call me?"
"Uh," Erik tugged on the lapels of his waistcoat, "You looked like a kitten,"
"I did?" she blinked at him,
"Yes,"
"Oh…" she frowned for a moment, then grinned "Does this mean I get to be known as the Phantom Cat and curl up on your lap and purr and you can stroke me and…" she frowned again, "Okay that last one really sounded wrong…"
Erik stood with his hands clasped behind his back and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to finish. "Are you done?"
"Uh, yes," she wriggled around and stared up at him with a vapid wide eyed smile, looking utterly idiotic, Erik laughed and shook his head, sitting down beside her, he rested his chin on his hand, and his elbow on his knee. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked eyes burning at her behind his mask. Adriana pursed her lips thoughtfully, "I have the Phantom of the Opera sitting on my bed, offering me singing lessons and a whole three hours of sleep under my belt." She considered her options for a moment, then squirmed around and rested her head on his other knee, looking up into his glowing eyes. "Do you a deal, you sing, I'll sleep, then I'll make pancakes."
"Done," Erik held out a gloved hand, Adriana snaked a bare arm up and shook, then nestled in against him. "Music of the Night?" he asked dryly, she nodded, hair catching on the buttons of his waistcoat as she closed her eyes. He untangled the silky straight hair and brushed it over her ear and away from her face and in a soft voice, began to sing.
Authoress: Squirm. (Giggles and runs away)