I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, in fact, when you get right down to it, I don't even own the name of this phic (Bows to Stephen Donaldson, Leroux's grave, Kay (wherever she is) Webber the Great, Michael Crawford and Gerard Butler) You are my idols.
THE DBCA is my HOMEPAGE! For anyone who asks!
"As if music was a separate thing you could drive yourself into, make love to, fuck."
-Cesar, young Terrorist, Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
I love that quote, the rest of the book is fairly endless for lack of a better word, like being caught in a strand of time, but that one line is so basic and crucial, I'm hoping to use it in my Lit exam.
To anyone who reads more than one of my phics and is wondering: In Mirror, Erik is the Leroux Erik, but with Webber's songs (I like the lyrics to Music of the Night ok?) and with the full face mask, but with the mouth cut away from lips to chin, I saw a picture once, but I forget where I found it. His mask is like this…well… because it works ok? My Healer Erik is a Gerik, yet the muse for the Healer is still my Leroux Mirror Erik. Strange wot? I tell ye, tis a right hard thing te try when ye got more than a single Erik loose in ye head…not te mention the Gerry Beast tied up in ye wardrobe…Lord save me I feel like Shaun…I want an apple!
-Snigger, that was funny-
Thanks to those who caught the references (I thought I only put in one…I'm stupid :P) Here have a pancake! Before I forget, has anyone seen my original reviewers? There were a few of them I haven't seen around in a while, and I miss them (hear that guys?) Unless they're lurking (are you?) Better not be, remember, exams equals stressed, and reviews equals unstressed, and unstressed equals more inspiration and updates! So in the words of Ambassador Londo Molari of the eternal Babylon 5 "And so here we are! The victims of mathematics!"
Replies (here we go again)
Kiss of Darkness: Tap...um holidays...I really should practice (I really should do practice exams...nah!) Thanks for your compliment of the ideaologies, I'm a feminist, and a proud one, there are very few men to which I willingly submit, Erik is one of them (although submit isnt quite the right word, more like adore and fight with...yeah, I ramble)
daughterofdarkness87: Is 87 your birth year? If so your the same age as me! Read Tamora Pierce, she is very talented
Fantome de l'Opera: -Throws a wet fish at cheating bf- Boys are idiots -Erik Hugs Ness in Commiseration-
IflyNAVY: Knew there was something I forgot earlier -deep breath- HAPPY BIRTHDAY I"M SORRY ITS LATE! hope Erik got there on time
Ethalas Tuath'an: The reference came from Trickster's Choice, from the Trickster's series about Alana's daughter, Daine's series is my fav, Veralidaine Sarrasri, its such a cool name!
PJBG: I love nicknames, they make life so much easier, though have you ever noticed that names like Matthew become Matt, but John becomes Johnno? Odd isnt it? Ripper will be someone...i guess
Reltistic: Read Tamora Pierce! and what kind of grapes are Concord grapes?
Mlle. Opera Ghost: I forgot about that one actually, the reference was curiosity killed the cat thingummy, Lord I couldnt live without humour!
Phantomsecretlove: :)
Shadow Spinner: Yay! You got it! Squee!
eriksangelofvoice: Tamora Pierce is wonderful, read her work, seriously, 3 weeks! Eep!
mrs. malfoy: I hate maths, try doing 46 practice exams, it suckx.
Sirrius's Sister: "Laced with romance" i like that
Queenofinsanity: OK! I'm insane! No seriously, I have a certificate that proves it, one hundred percent insane! And I am queen of the DBCA which is my homepage, join up!
Estelle Tiniwiel: DBCA is my homepage, all will explain itself there, hmm...now there's an idea
Phantomlover05: DBCA is my HOMEPAGE!Yeah, Nadir is strange in this phic, he's nearly snarkier than Erik
Cap'n Meg: Thankee kindly
Phantomfreak07: No I havent read Demons, but you should see the house I designed for myself, it has a 2 storey library with tall arch windows and those ladders along these huge bookshelves all aranged in a big star circle thing...it looks better when its drawn, Paris was beautiful, The world is only as small as you make it so go there!
asingledarkcrimsonrose: I think the poorDaroga would have a heart attack!
Miss Black Shadow: If your intuition is tellingyou something, listen. YOUR INTUITION IS NOT STUPID!Welcome to the DBCA
StakeMeSpike04: Ramble ramble ramble
sapphire-aria: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back I shall try to find all that you ordered.
Arm in arm, the Phantom and the Wraith sauntered through the shadows and into the park, Erik stopped by a copse of trees and released his companion, "I do believe you asked for grass to run on, my dear," he offered.
"I do believe I did," Adriana murmured, looking speculatively at the smooth expanse of lawn spread out before her. Slipping off her cloak she pulled the ornate hair clips from her blonde locks and stripped the heavy bracelets from her arms. She handed these to Erik, adding her gloves, and kicking off her shoes, then she started to unbutton the thin ream of black pearls running down the back of her skirt. Erik choked when she casually dropped the voluminous folds of dark brocade, revealing a pair of black trousers. Adriana glanced at his red face and rolled her eyes, "You didn't honestly think I'd wear all that did you?" she whispered, Erik growled, "You are going to be the death of me," he muttered as his hands were filled with excess clothes and accessories.
"Necrophilia here I come," Adriana coughed, "Now if you'll excuse me?" she took a couple of steps backwards, then made a short run up and turned four swift, clumsy cartwheels on the lawn before stumbling, spinning round and doing a handstand (I can actually do them, but not very well, there seem to be a lot of bruises involved), and shrieked with delight.
Erik laughed at her antics for a moment, leaning against an old oak, "Full moon tonight," he commented, Adriana responded with a long wolf howl, "Ourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Listen to the children of the night - what music they make" Erik murmured.
"Aha!" Adriana clapped and pointed at him, "I knew you were Dracula! I knew it!"
"Are you always this crazy when you're out in the open air?" Erik asked disbelievingly, Adriana flashed him a grin, "On nights like this? Absatively-Posolutely" She turned another cartwheel and with a mischievous glance up at the night sky, started singing.
"Well it's a marvellous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
Neath the cover of October skies,"
"It's November," Erik said dryly, Adriana sneered at him and continued to dance on the grass, "And all the leaves on the trees they are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow,"
"There's no wind," Erik pointed out dryly,
"And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low." She turned a clumsy cartwheel and spun around, hair black and silver in the pale moonlight.
"And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush,
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine," she reached up and kissed Erik's lips, who stood there, arms folded, watching her amusedly, "In your blush!
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you? My love."
She glanced at Erik, "This would be an ideal time for you to ask me to dance you know," she hinted, the Phantom shook his head and she pouted, "Fine!
Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait til the morning has come"
"If I recall correctly, you despise getting up while the sun still shines,"
A pink tongue was poked out at him as Adriana bowed to her shadow and danced with her silhouette, "And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that your never alone
There and then all your dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own.
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?"
...Heart will be waiting...never alone...dreams coming true...my own...Erik shifted unhappily by the tree, leaning his slender frame against the rough bark as Adriana leapt back into the chorus with gusto. The situation he had found himself in was so ridiculous he had to wonder if it wasn't all just some magnificent and stupid dream. He shuddered back from the thought of waking alone and cold in his coffin again, no one around but Ayesha and his music, the notes mocking him even as he played. The mere idea made him shake with horror. He glanced again at Adriana, he was using her, probably more than she knew her annoying attitude served to fuel his anger, which he poured into his music. Her eagerness to act and dramatize everything kept his Opera House and managers in check, a useful tool in itself. And her body...he snorted to himself, so much for the days of the Living Corpse, no rotting carcass had ever known the wild passion that enthralled a man when he was with a woman, even one so scarcely human as himself. Made all the better when the most desperate of harlots would never have had him, he had somehow found himself with a companion who seemed thrilled by the fact he even acknowledged her, much less used her for sex. The man takes what the woman provides. The strange thought drifted in out of memory, now where had he heard that? He tried applying the statement to his current situation, and found it ill-fitting. True, he used her, but did she not use him?
And then there were those rare moments of companionship, where she seemed so in tune with what he thought, even when he worked or raged. Perhaps it was the competition he enjoyed, the new challenge she presented seemingly every time she turned around. He enjoyed the camaraderie...surely that meant something?
He sighed with regret, he was the Phantom of the Opera, the Devil's Child, he did not deserve happiness, for it would only be torn from him again. Far better to end this exploiting relationship now before waking and finding himself alone and expecting her beside him. He shook his head vehemently at Adriana as she offered him another grin and an invitation to dance, sinuously moving her body, goading him into temptation.
Into temptation...now why did that sound familiar? "Adriana?"
"You called?" She was at his side instantly, "Are you coming to dance with me now?"
"No," he answered shortly, "Is there a song of yours that has something about "into temptation" in it?"
She frowned a moment and then nodded happily, "Into Temptation, Crowded House, why?"
"How does it go?"
"Um," she coughed once to clear her throat,
"I opened up the door,
I couldn't believe my luck,
You in your new blue dress,
Taking away my breath.
The cradle is soft and warm,
It couldn't do me no harm...that?"
"The chorus," Erik frowned to himself, Adriana twisted her fingers in time to the bohemian melody.
"Into temptation,
Knowing full well the earth will rebel.
Into temptation,
Safe in the wide open arms of hell.
We can go sailing in
Climb down
Lose yourself when you linger long
Into temptation
Right where you belong…" she trailed off as she noticed he was looking straight through her, "Nice violin if you ever want to try it sometime..."
The Phantom shook himself, "Right where you belong," he murmured to himself, he pulled out his gold pocket watch and glanced at the time, "It's later than I expected," he murmured, he handed Adriana her things, "We must return soon,"
"What?" Adriana bent her own head over his outstretched hand and read the time. "Oh, one second then," she dropped her clothes and ran out for one last round of cartwheels and spins on the grass. "That felt good!" she announced, trotting back. Under Erik's golden eyes, she buttoned her skirt back up and pulled on her shoes, "Thankyou,"
"My pleasure," a long black arm offered itself and Adriana slipped her hand through, still humming Into Temptation. The two dark spirits left much the way they came, slipping in and out of shadows as they made their way back to the Opera House, unaware a pair of midnight blue eyes watched them from a dingy alley.
xXx
Adriana ducked under Erik's arm as he held the Rue Scribe entrance open, as he dropped down after her she wrapped her arms around his waist and reached up to kiss him. One hand went up and untied the ribbon on his mask, gently lifting the porcelain away from the crags of his hollow face she traced the lines tenderly. Erik's arms wrapped around her, holding her in his beautiful embrace. This was why, his face. She was the one person who could look upon him unmasked, not with fear, but tenderness, and even desire.
His lips left her mouth and trailed slowly down her face, along her neck, tracing the veins that rippled down her throat, she rested her head on his breast, her neck lying exposed, trusting him in the tiny dark crevice of the Phantom's lair.
Crowded House are brilliant (cries), as is Moondance, pancakes to anyone who finds the three words i stole from Leroux...give you a hint, its my favourite phrase from the whole book