Chapter 54 You stole my work!
"Near him, it felt like she was stepping out of a harsh light and into someplace quiet and dark, like she was wrapping herself up in the heavy velvet of the stage curtains where no one could see her." Roxann Coss, Soprano, thinking of Mr Hosokawa, Bel Canto
I have something to admit, that I have never admitted to anyone. Period. (Stupid term that) Full stop. And I might add that it's completely random. (Checks to see that Erik isn't around anywhere)…The first time I heard Point of No Return, when they sang, "The Bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn" (waits for collective readers to get off their chairs and stop singing the rest of the song) Thankyou, I thought the line was…"The greatest thrust, so scared and wanting more"
Erik: You WHAT!
Oh shit, (ducks and hides from her muse), I don't know where it came from! And you have to admit it did kinda fit…
Anyway (This is going to be a long Authoress' note,) I've had two revelations recently, both at work, the first was if you walk home in the rain, you will get wet. For Sure. Three days later and your clothes are still damp, that kind of wet. (Big-big thunderstorm)
OK not really, numero uno was I was thinking about Phantom at work…
Erik: As you do
Yeah, and I was thinking something about Patrick Wilson supposedly doing his own stunts (Paddy, I'm sure you're a nice guy so um, not too much offence ok?) and I suddenly remembered, had I been a boy, I WAS GOING TO BE NAMED PATRICK! Felt suitably creeped out over this (I was curled up and shaking in the office). I mean really, ugh!
Numero duo was not so much a revelation as I was still crashing from a late party the night before (18th had a blast!) and this guy came up to be served and I SWEAR he was the twenty year old brother of Rupert Everett (My best friend's wedding, Sherlock Holmes and the case of the Silk Stocking, Oberon in A Midsummer Night's Dream). Seriously! Same eyes, same nose, very tall and thin, deepish voice if I remember correctly, (sleepy and miserable, remember that) broody kind of look, but he gave me a very nice smile when I finished serving him, I felt all special. Kinda hoping he isn't gay as well, but that one smile got me through the last two hours of my far too early morning shift. He smiled at me! A real smile! Not a sleazy smile or a "ok thanks whatever, stop staring at me" smile. With me in my urgleee uniform, blue hair net cap thing (like a shower cap) and a plastic apron, I got a smile! Score!
Adibug's random study fact for the day:
As you move ACROSS the periodic table elements become increasingly non-metallic.
The three words I stole were; "Magnificent and stupid" as in "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." Duh! And I stole it from Christine "I was in the middle of a drawing room that seemed to me to be decorated, adorned and furnished with nothing but flowers, cut flowers, magnificent and stupid, because of the silk ribbons that tied them into baskets, like the wired flowers in the shops on the boulevards."
MUM BROUGHT ME TICKETS TO THE LION KING FOR XMAS! Happy crazy robot dance time! (does the dance)
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Jule Johnson: Welcome aboard! Fop voodoo dolls are by the entrance, and pancakes are on the buffet table
blackmagik13: Hello there! Welcome, glad your along for the ride
sapphire-aria: Rue Scribe Entrance...close, but no cigar (you can have a pancake though) I forgive you, I had to wait till after the movie to get the book because the stupid library took forever to get it in for me!
Mlle. Opera Ghost: Little brothers...I have three ewww (though two are taller than me now...sob) Poor baby (hands her a pancake for emotional wreckage) I will bring happiness soon (or go to The Healer, its all nice and fluffy there)
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Sirrius's Sister: I know what you mean, try writing a fluff and a horror/romance/drama/wierdness phic at the same time my head is spinning. And as to the love...i dunno, I'll figure it out eventually
Fantome de l'Opera: No one should ever name their kid something jnr. its just bad. And I refuse to tell you about the relationship, it spoils the phic
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PJBG: I love Erik but Gerik is my lust bunny, he would be scrummy and i like him very muchly, but my heart truly belongs to Erik
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Reltistic: I love wine! but never voldka, that stuff should be banned
MasqueradingThroughLife: Sorry! You can still use moondance!
Ok sorry, had to get all that out, next chapter.
"Erik?" Adriana appeared in the passage doorway, looking frustrated.
"Was there something?" he asked lazily fingering out a tune at his organ.
"Have you seen my notebook? I could have sworn I left it in my room."
"It's in my room, on my desk," he replied, starting a more complex melody.
"You read my work!" Adriana looked scandalised, "Since when?"
Erik shrugged, "Not all of it, only a few pieces," he glanced at her outraged expression, "Once I managed to decipher your handwriting,"
"Grr!" Adriana whirled around and stormed into the coffin graced room and began hunting through stacks of parchment, "Stupid, self-righteous, irritating, work stealing…aha!" she lifted the bright green booklet and flipped through the pages, checking it was all there. She emerged with the notebook, a sheaf of parchment, and threw herself onto one of the divans, chewing on her pen as she contemplated several pages. Erik watched her, feet stuck up on the end of the couch, a slight frown creasing her forehead as she counted out beats in her head. He grinned sneakily to himself and started playing a new tune, morbid and reflective. Adriana curled her toes up and scribbled out a line, blowing her hair out of her face. The melody drifted around the room and Erik looked over at her again, fingers gliding over the keys, then he licked his lips and started to sing…
"A silence deep, within my soul
A dark abyss, an empty whole
Sweet music's curse
But pulls me back
Moonlight shatters
The crystal cracks…"
Adriana's eyes were wide and grey as she stared at him in shock, Erik's long fingers graced the keys with a melodic flourish and he started the second verse.
"I search the shadows for hope or life
I fear the loving and curse the light
A heart that never
Was once my own
Night borrowed splendour
The raven's flown…"
The notebook fell out of her fingers with a dull thud onto the rich Persian rug, "You-" she started, then closed her mouth, "My poem-" she struggled to find something to say, opening and closing her mouth like an idiot. Erik waited with an eyebrow raised, "You're speechless," he noted, pleased to have caught out his smart mouthed companion. Adriana went to say something, then changed her mind, "I can't even decide whether to be angry or flattered," she said mournfully, after another minute of goldfish impersonations. "Oh dammit I'm confused!" she buried her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with bemused laughter.
"I could play you Death's Bride's Night as well if you like?" Erik offered, her head shot up, "Did you put music to everything?" she demanded, Erik shook his head, "Only those two," he answered, "I had no idea you were so morbid,"
"I'm not," Adriana answered, "Oh you mean the poetry, well, yeah I am kinda, angst is the best emotion to write," she shrugged in wry admittance, "Some kids shoot up on drugs, I write poetry, I think my habits probably more addictive than their's," (phanphiction certainly is). She buried her head in her hands again, "Oh hell this is weird! I never let anyone see my work!"
Erik laughed, starting a dark round with his skeletal fingers, "Are you certain?" he asked slyly.
"It's not funny Erik" Adriana didn't bother raising her head, as she growled to herself, "Last time I leave anything of mine laying around,"
Erik took that as a yes, she was far to curious not to want to know, uneven chords echoed around the chamber, counter pointed by a tinkling melody played up on the higher notes. He liked the music he had composed to this, a dark corrupted innocence, tainted virginity so to speak.
"Candles flicker
Glasses crack
As she weds Death
All dressed in black"
Adriana looked down at her black shirt and bell like skirt, (Oh dear) she thought,(Now when did I write this one?)
"The shadow hour
Beckons near
He calls her comp'ny
Her dark soul clear"
She listened intently, the melody was like a round, as Erik spun his fingers over the chorus like tune she waited and joined in at the next verse, dredging the words up out of memory.
"She takes his hand
His cold embrace
Her eyes are crystal
'Neath bride's veiled face"
They bind in shadow
Hot metal rings
Consummation flame
As the demons sing
Her voice lowered against his, the fact that he could hit and hold higher notes than she could still rankled (He's the Angel of Music you idiot!) she told herself, (Of course he bloody well can!) For some reason, that verse always reminded her of the Forging of the One Ring.
"Her heart is dark
Black with desire
As slow she burns
In Hades fire"
The ending was a catastrophe of tumbling notes running over one another and drowning out the counter point. Erik looked with smug satisfaction at his companion, watching hungrily for her reaction.
"Well…" Adriana said finally, "I feel woefully inadequate now,"
Death's Bride's Night and Raven's Flown are Mine! Subject and copyright to Me!I and I alone! Mine!
Does anyone else have the Aeroplane Jelly song stuck in their head? Or is it just me?
I Promise The Next Chapter Will Have More Of The Madness We Have All Been Missing!