Another Musish interlude (full cast…all eight of them plus me)
pixiestars162: A genius and creative! I feel special thankyou!
Shib Shib: Thats awful! I feel so bad for you, I'm glad I could help, i dont have aol but I'm on MSN messenger, just same as on my profile. Here -hands her a stack of chocolate and strawberry pancakes- Sugar therapy always helps
StakeMeSpike04: It did sound romantic, i love insults they're ust so much fun to play with
MasqueradingThroughLife: Heeheehee, -zaps her back to life-
AngelicFlutist: I used most of it from memory, but my computer thesaurus is my best friend
Jule Johnson: I use them on my 3 brothers and 8 muses
Estelle Tiniwiel: I know what you mean about Erik's dark games, He's a bit scary when the lasso comes into it
Des Ires: Oh goodie! Me like twists! We are such children
naomipoe: Yah I'm an 11 year old twit from whatchamacallit. Nope, what you see in this phic is what you get, it really is me
blackmagik13: Yes, i'm the opposite, i ramble in reviews, thanks
Mlle. Opera Ghost: FopKiller15 is your brother? ok i feel creeped out that a guys read my story now for some reason. I dunno, yeah got in trouble for the fop thing, Erik just doesnt understand!
Twistedeverywayforerik: I fight with me pencilcase, or the lipgloss in my pocket, or my muses...yeah mostly the muses
Aarika: Rebel! rabbit sucker, oh man if only you knew the story about me my friends and the talcum powder fearing head removing carrot colour eyed razor teethed rabbits of doom! Man, that was random (but completely true!)
PJBG: R\You have obsessive compulsive? My brothr has mild asbergurs (or however you spell it) Go the Luke I am your father, my brother wanted to be Erik on a school dress up day and i flipped it was just "He CANT be the most amazing Man in all history he's my brother thats just wrong! He can go as the fop!"
tf: Long Live the Phantom!
IflyNAVY: Yes proof, I suppose we must sacrafice ourselves to further the human knowledge
phantomLover05: Thankyou!
Sirrius's Sister: No...you never do know (evil laugh)
Phantomsecretlove: Ta:)
eriksngelofvoice: OMG! There's a guy in my psych class who always says "So many people just deserve to get hit by sticks" its hilarious!
Chocoalte-Pringles: Me likey pringles, (Erik: That was random) yes...poor Erry
La Phantom: Gasp! Wow you mean that! (glows all happy and red) I feel all warm and loved and fuzzy (erik: That's your jumper my dear)
mrs. malfoy: In case you hadnt noticed this entire phic is random and pointless
The Mega-Doomer: Can i have a pie now?
Trier1974: Have you been lurking (attempts evil glare...fails) Your welcome, I love making people laugh
Ethalas Tuath'an: Yeah even i found it hard to keep track becasue there were things that could aply to both of them at times
Reltistic: I cant believe your phic is over! No! Lalalala lalalala Elmos world! my brother used to play that on his little miniature grand piano, back when he was cute.
saripunkinpie: I Love Lord of the Rings it lives under my bed cos i read it too often
Cap'n Meg: hands her rum- Great hope yourfriend likes!
daughterofdarkness87: Yeah, I'll admit it got confisuing
In case you haven't read my profile or have forgotten
Jacques – Gay, Original Muse
Erik – The Phantom of the Opera
Kolper – Pirate Captain, Dagger Dancer Trilogy
Liedro Glendell - Elf Scoutof Tile City, Elvian, Evermore
Julian – Vampire wild child, Immortal War
Dracula – Lord of all Vampires, Immortal War (my own version of him)
Sherlock Holmes – Master detective
Shaun Peterson – 8 years old, the Healer, I'm not quite Louise, but it's my middle name and I like being called it by Shaun
I have discovered I have more psuedonyms and nicknames than Erik does...thats one helluva lot
Adibug's Random Study Fact for the Chapter: Moving from left to right across the Periodic table, oxidising strength increses, and reducing strength decreases.
Adriana was sitting at her desk, frowning over a Maths practice exam, "Anyone know how to calculate cut off networks?" she asked aloud to no one in particular.
"Not a clue," Julian yawned, stretching languidly on the purple doona cover, his lips pulling back over his long white fangs, he turned back to the guitar magazine lifted from Josh's room, flipping the pages idly, his slender frame a black slash in dark jeans and ripped black T-shirt on the bed. Holmes moved forward from his position near the left wardrobe and looked intently over Adi's shoulder, she glanced up at him hopefully and he shook his head, raising his pipe to his lips to breathe in a cloud of smoke, "You should have paid attention to Baz in class," he murmured, Adi shrugged and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the right wardrobe where Erik was standing, head bowed, staring into nothingness, "His fault,"
Erik looked up, sunlight from the open window casting sharp light on his harsh face, "Not I," he shook his head, "Jacques,"
On cue, the door burst open and a six-foot tall, rake thin, completely gay muse flounced in, "All I care about is love!" he trilled, throwing his arms wide and sending the six or so hat boxes and shoe bags swinging around the room like bright coloured piñatas.
"That and shoes," Julian rolled onto his back and into a mound of pillows as a cascade of boutique bags were unceremoniously shaken onto the bed. Jacques flipped a hand at the Vampire, and tossed his hair, "Adibug!"
"Jackie-doll!" the two exchanged air kisses, Adi rolling her eyes at Julian behind Jacques's back, the dark haired Vampire winked.
"Oh darling! I got the most gorgeous hat today! Absolutely to die for!" Jacques gushed, turning from the large green desk to the foot of the bed, he started pulling lids of boxes, "On sale at Musidoll…I put it in here somewhere…"
"Is it in here Mister Jacques?" A seven storey stack of boxes and bags tottered in, a pair of patched leather boots just visible under the tower, Erik rolled his eyes at Holmes, who disappeared behind a cloud of pipe smoke and helped Shaun unload the eighth wonder of the shopping world, The Leaning Tower of Hat Boxes. Adi was glaring at the back of Jacques's styled brown hair, "Jacques, did you take Shaun shopping with you…again?"
"But darling! He wanted to come! Didn't you Shaunikins?"
The short blonde eight year olds face paled under his tweed cap as he pulled at the purple studded cuff on his wrist, shaking his head and mouthing the words, "No Miss! I didn't!" With a sigh Erik bent down and unclipped the wristlet, he held it between forefinger and thumb for a moment distastefully, then tossed it onto Jacques.
"And did you try to dress him?"
Jacques looked up from a peach and lime hatbox, hands hidden in soft white tissue paper, Adi sighed with bag envy (the only reason I go into those expensive boutique places), "But darling, he looks so," he indicated Shaun with a purple nail polished hand, "so earthy and unrefined, now give me half an hour at Musidoll and-"
"He's eight," Adi interrupted, placing special emphasis on the number, "I like him the way he is. One gay muse is enough, c'mere Shaun," she beckoned him over and received a sticky hug and a kiss on the cheek, she handed him the apple sitting on top of her CD rack, "Here,"
"I really didn't want to go, Miss Louise," he whispered, "But you know what Mister Jack's like when he wants to go shopping,"
"I know youngling," Adi whispered back, "Now go bug Sherlock for chess lessons before he wants you again."
"Right-o," Crunching his apple, Shaun went and tugged on the plush red robe of Holmes and indicated the small glass chess set sitting on the book cabinet beside the window, Holmes drew in a breath through his pipe and nodded, the pit glowing red even in the afternoon Australian summer sun (Ha, ha! It's summer here now! The days are longer and warmer, so to all you northern hemisphere readers…suckers!). He reached over and moved the dragon statue standing on the glass board and lifted the set down. Shaun and the famous detective (who plugs all my plot holes) sat opposite each other on the cream carpet, moving pieces with apple sticky hands and long fingered digits alike. Occasionally Holmes would catch Shaun's hand and guide it over a piece, indicating where a move should be made, Shaun's brown eyes were intent on the little board as he played against one of the masters of the game, absentmindedly chewing his apple in one hand, and shifting a piece with another.
Julian was rolling his eyes as a pile of shoes and hats grew on the foot of the bed, shifting further and further back against the mirror set behind the bed head. Suddenly his icy blue eyes lit up and he reached out one deathly pale hand with yellowing nails to snatch a sparkly red leather thong, "Well Jacques," he drawled through his Chicagoan accent, "Who's this for?"
The gay muse looked up and gasped, "Give me that!" he lunged forward dramatically, landing on a pile of feathers, sequins and jewels.
"Oh no I think I'll keep it," Julian teased, raising his hand higher and higher out of reach as Jacques jumped gaily for his possession.
"Oh what's this? There's writing on it? Well would you look at that, "Who's a bad muse?" Really Jacques, I'm desperately curious now," Adi looked over at the game of piggy in the middle and shuddered, "I don't even want to know,"
Erik detached himself from the wall and came to stand behind his writer, "You forgot to add the seven," he told her over the din of the thong fight.
"Ah," Adi looked at her equations, "That explains a lot," she reached over and stuck in a new CD and hit play,
Everything is good for you
If it doesn't kill you
Everything is good for you… Crowded House echoed around the room, Adi hummed along, half purring as Erik cupped her cheek with one hand and turned her face to kiss her chastely on the lips.
"Ooo-oo-ooh! Lov-ers!" Julian and Jacques stopped playing tug-o-war with the scrap of red leather to point and laugh, a blunt pencil went flying across the room to land beside Julian's ear. He jerked to one side and fell against a pillow, Jacques took the opportunity to steal back his precious item and hurriedly shove it into a random bag. Then he pulled a key out from a leather cord around his beck and began tapping it to most of the boxes and bags, each time he did there was a musical chime and the bag disappeared.
"Honestly Jacques, how much did you buy?" Adi demanded rubbing her head slightly as Erik sat on the window sill, one leg tucked up beside him, the other resting flat on the floor, even though the sill was a good metre or so from the floor, his long fingers toyed with the green beads on the dream catcher hanging in the window. Jacques smiled pertly at her and they finished the sentence together, "Not nearly enough!"
"Except, ow" she shook her head slightly, "Spiky shoes again? They hurt when they get translocated,"
"Aw, poor Writer," Julian sympathised, "Hey Jacques, what do you get when a writer sleeps with her muses?"
Jacques perched on the end of the bed and crossed his legs, clasping his hands around his knee, "I don't know Julian, but in her case?" he glanced at Adi who was punching numbers into her calculator, and Erik teasing a lock of her hair around his skeletal fingers, "I'd say its bigamy, wouldn't you?"
Erik dropped Adi's hair and glared at the two on the bed, "Vastly amusing loves," Adi replied, not bothering to turn around, "How long did it take you to come up with that one?"
"Well really Lou-lou, five out of eight isn't bad you know," Jacques smiled at her dazzlingly, "You'll be catching up to me soon,"
This time the pencil caught the gay muse on the nose, Jacques rubbed at his noble appendage and threw it back, Adi flinched as it hit her shoulder, pointy end first.
"Now, now children, don't fight," Julian tossed his magazine onto the floor and stared at the glass teardrop dangling between the shade curtains flanking the bed, having exhausted all possibilities of a fight with Jacques, and not keen on venturing outside in the sunshine to find Kolper in the hammock in the garage he settled for the complaint typical of all men and boys, "Adi…"
"12.3 squared times X over 5 equals b…what?"
"I'm hungry,"
You're always hungry, I fed you last night,"
"A measly five lines, and most of it went to my King,"
"Me?" Jacques asked flamboyantly, gazing at himself in his pocket mirror and tossing his hair.
"King, you idiot, not Queen,"
"Well excuse me,"
Adi looked up at the clock, 3:20, "I'll feed you tonight, not while the little one's around," she glanced at the chess game on the floor, Holmes was winning, naturally, but Shaun was putting up a good fight. The little muse twisted around to look up at Adi, "Oh don't worry about me Miss Louise," he protested, "You can feed him if you want, I don't mind," Adi smiled fondly at the only muse who was nice to her all the time and not just because he wanted something, "It's not exactly food like you and I have sweetheart, Julian eats slightly differently,"
"You mean liken te what Mister Dracula was doing to ye last night in the big room while you were writing?" his brown eyes were big and innocent…or as innocent as an eight-year-old boy's can be. Adi's mouth opened, then closed, "Were you spying on me Shaun Peterson?" she demanded, the little boy's face was indignant, "A' course not! I wanted an apple, Mister Dracula sawed me, he didn't seem to mind a skerrick," a frown creased the little boy's forehead under his thatch of blonde hair, "Though he wuz a'stuck te ye neck like a leech at th' time, but he did wave!"
Adi was as red as her T-shirt, on the windowsill, Erik was sniggering, and beside the bed with his legs crossed and half of Adi's personal library clustered around him, Sherlock Holmes pulled on his pipe and raised an eyebrow, Julian was smirking and Jacques was looking at Adi knowingly, she winced and looked at Shaun. "Shaun, darling heart, it's not polite to watch when I'm with another muse, it confuses the story,"
Shaun wriggled and tugged at his jacket, "Aw well I daint mean to Miss Louise-"
"I know you didn't but still…"
"And I asked Mister Dracula about it and he said it was all ok, he said he's even be teachin' me iffn I like,"
"He-WHAT!" Adi leapt off her chair and bounded onto the bed, balancing beside Julian she pulled open the cupboard doors above the bed (bed sits in a wardrobe alcove thingummy), she tossed down a Retravision bag and a suitcase, then another sports bag, the space clear she pushed at the cover on the man hole up to the roof and pulled her self up, balancing with her hips leaning on the base of the cupboard she reached her head into the space and yelled out, "DRAGULIA!" above them, a sigh and a rustle of wings was heard, "A moment," a Hungarian accent purred, Adi jumped down and tumbled off the bed as the door swung open.
"Hey Adi," a tall brown haired sixteen year old with freckles and a skinny frame sauntered in, a white fender Stratocaster slung across his front, "I came up with a new riff for my album, wanna hear it?"
"Um, yeah sure," Adi slumped on her bed, trying not to laugh as Jacques danced around Josh, making joosching movements as he bent his head over his pride and joy (the lad has 4 guitars, a harmonica and a ukulele, any readers looking for a sixteen year old smart (er than me, he wants to be a paediatrician) musically inclined boyfriend who loves to play and sing, let me know and I'll tell J. Just get him out of my hair please! And he really is cutting an album soon, with the help of out music teacher's husband, Roger, who did the electrical stuff for Grease last year, seeing as I helped with the lyrics, my name gets to go on the thankyous, I'm already mentioned on the demo tape. Josh earns an absolute packet busking, let me tell you) and started a mellow riff, Adi nodded her head in time to the music and grinned, "Nice," she approved, "Zat gonna be a song or just music?"
"Haven't decided yet," Josh shrugged, he looked at the bags spread across the bed, "What are you doing?"
"Uh, packing to go to Libby's tomorrow, I need a bag big enough to hide the bodies in at Sarah's party," Josh stared at her and shook his head,
"I worry about you sometimes sis," he said, hugging her around the head.
"Oi! I spent ages on my hair today, don't you dare mess it up!" Josh stared at the tangled mess on her head, and Adi looked up into her own forehead, "Right…Well, I'm off to work" he gave a cocky wave and did a crazy Jack Black jig out the door backwards, strumming his guitar, Adi laughed reached out with a foot and kicked the door shut. "If I got paid for writing what he gets for busking I'd be rich," she sighed.
"Only you'd go shopping and then you'd be broke again," Julian reminded her, she shrugged, "True," she leapt up as a silver mist trickled down from the manhole in the cupboard. The mist swirled around the room and flinched away from the afternoon sun pouring in through the window to solidify on the bed, until Dracula, Lord of Vampires stood balanced easily on the narrow wooden post on the end of the bed, looking down at Adriana mockingly, "You yelled, Ahkhanet?" his voice purred.
"Enough Lord King," Adi rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, "Did you offer Shaun biting lessons?"
Dracula shrugged and spread his hands, "In a sense, you forbade us your school friends so we needed someone to corrupt,"
"Shaun is off corruption limits," Adi asserted, pulling her little muse close, "And you know damn well why I stopped you feeding off the people around here."
"You're afraid all the tradies (tradespeople, nice enough, just not a lot upstairs) will dull our edge if we take their blood," Julian rolled his eyes, sitting up to bow respectfully to his King, Dracula nodded to him.
"If that is all, little writer, you were disturbing my sleep, so if you will excuse me," the Vampire spread his arms and his black cape transformed into a pair of bat wings, his body shrank until a large bat hovered in the room, it shrieked and aimed for the man hole in the cupboard.
"Not so fast," Adi snapped her fingers and held out her arm, resigned, the bat circled the room and flew down to hang by its claws to her arm. Holding her arm away from the sunlight, Adi leaned across Erik, out the window and called down to the back yard, "Liedro! Kolper! Team meeting! Now!" the rustle of plum leaves and creak of the beams holding up the hammock in the garage answered her, Adi withdrew her head shook Dracula off her arm, the bat flew up to the overhang on the bed and hung upside down next to the Masquerade masque tied above the bed. Erik absentmindedly tucked a stray lank of hair behind her ear as she went hunting through her desk draws for a notebook. Finding one she tossed it onto the green painted desk and stretched upwards, her blue peasant top rising up from her flared jeans until a pale piece of fish belly white skin could be seen, she fiddled absentmindedly with her necklace as she waited for the other two muses to arrive.
"What's all this about then?" A lean coarse black haired pirate sauntered in, stumbling slightly, a long hand rested on the shoulder behind him and steadied the roughly dressed Captain. Adi rolled her eyes resignedly at Kolper, who made his way on shaky legs to the bed and sat on it, shaking his head in an effort to ward off his headache.
"Have you been drinking?" Adi demanded, "No wait, don't answer that, I already know,"
"Ye were the un' who wrote me like this did ye not?" Kolper stretched out his seaman's legs, brown half boots covered his feet, a sharp knife stuck in the side. Adi smiled, "I needed someone as a drinking partner, Kolper. And not that kind either!" she added sharply to Dracula, elaborate and immaculate, even as a bat, and Julian, wild child and rebellious, both of whom were smirking. Leaning in the doorway, the love of Adi's life folded his arms and shook his head, green eyes watching the room with the basic practise of a scout, medium length brown hair pulled back by a leather cord which did little to hold the half curling locks that fell around his strong, handsome face. Adi poked her tongue out at the Vampires and grinned, then she shook back her flaring sleeves on her peasant top and made a running leap into Liedro's arms.
"I meeeeeeesed you," she told him in a singsong voice, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms thrown around his neck.
"I know," he admitted glibly, returning her embrace, she snuggled further into his chest, and then jumped down before he fulfilled his move to drop her. The other muses all hid smiles at the closest their beloved came to glomping, and Erik sighed slightly.
"Right, that's out of my system," Adi grinned and led Liedro over to the bed, where by now, everyone, apart from Dracula who was still a bat, was either sprawled or sitting. She pulled out a notebook and pen and scribbled a hasty list. "Its 2 weeks to exams, I need a writing plan preferably non school and pre 3 am times please, now who wants when?"
What followed next had no real significance to this pre chapter entertainment as none of the readers had either read or known about the existence of several of Adi's original works (believe me, the ones listed up top are only about half). So there was no point writing out the schedule. In fact, much of the scene was really unnecessary apart from a few choice lines.
"I refuse to write during the daytime, its terrible for my complexion," Julian slumped in a corner of the bed, his arms folded, as far away from his King as he could manage, it wasn't that Julian didn't like Dracula, but he had never been all that loyal to the Vampiric laws of Clanship, and that made for interesting tension both in and out of Immortal War. Adi, sitting with her legs across Liedro's lap as she leaned comfortably against Erik, his chin resting sharply on her half bare shoulders, rolled her eyes and scribbled a note.
"Strange that, coming from a Vampire and all," she replied, eyes on her page, but smiling faintly as she felt Liedro's intriguing green eyes on her. (I've just gotten out of a 6 month fight with him because I was ignoring Evermore in favour of phanphiction, so I'm happy to have him back again).
"Is there anything to drink?" Kolper squinted as the afternoon light streamed into is eyes, he pulled his hat lower down over his brow and lay lengthwise along the foot of the bed.
"You need a drink? I need a drink!"
"I could do with one too now that you mention it," Julian glowered at the pictures blue tacked above the bed for Adi to stare at, especially Blood Lily, he was getting desperately hungry.
"Bugger off Julian,"
"What's on that page? Have you been writing without me knowing again?" Jacques was positioned spectacularly along the opposite side of the bed to Julian, resting like a Roman feaster, his mouth looked satisfyingly outraged as he peered at the scrawled page.
"That isn't even your story, I hardly see how you'd need to know," Adi retorted
"It was fluff, fluff is my jurisdiction sweetie"
"Don't rub it in, Shaun helped," the little muse looked up at the sound of name, he was fairly unassuming, basically showing up when Adi was free to help her with innocence and childish delight, but Adi had major plans for him with her first kids book soon. He smiled and went back to watching the tattoos on Kolper's chest, which writhed as he breathed.
"Does he even know the meaning of some of those words?"
"I sincerely hope not,"
"What words Miss Louise?"
"Never mind Shaun," Adi tore out a sheet and handed it to Erik, "That reminds me, read this,"
Erik glanced the sheet over and raised his arched eyebrows, "I refuse to partake in such ridiculousness,"
"You're here, and you're a muse, you will partake in whatever I damn well please,"
"Actually I'm only here because I enjoy making you cry,"
"Well isn't that nice? I think I like you better in my phic,"
"And why is that?"
"Because you're an overbearing arrogant prat with an exaggerated notion of your own importance."
"I resent that"
"You resent your own existance"
"Spoken like a true overworked writer,"
"Thankyou. Now Wednesdays I have off, that's my one and only TV time,"
"Television is a waste of valuable time," Holmes sat hunched in the straight wooden chair at Adi's desk, his feet up on the bed, still with his pipe in his mouth.
"Coming from the detective who was up at 4 in the morning watching SBS Chemistry Alive,"
"That was to further my knowledge of the elements,"
"Fine, you do my chem SAC tomorrow then,"
"Holmes! You were watching late night SBS and didn't tell me?" Julian glared at the detective, who stared at him, still slightly bemused at the fact he had become part of a group consisting of a Phantom, an eight-year-old boy, a pirate with a hangover, two Vampires, a ridiculously gay swing of flamboyance, and an Elf who was also the love of the life of the eighteen year old buxom blonde who alternatively ruled them with dramatic if resigned actions, or bowed to their every whim.
"You were out hunting,"
Adi shuddered "I'll pretend I didn't hear that,"
"I'd advise it," Erik, well, advised.
Kolper woke from his stupor and blinked slightly, "Time for a drink?"
"Not unless you plan on being the drink," the bat hanging above them all purred in a delicately accented English, Kolper raised his eyebrows and smirked at the dark form, "No she be right Drac, ye needn't trouble yeself,"
"Indeed," the bat closed its fiery red eyes, "I'll take Thursday if you please, after dancing Ahkhanet, as it suits you,"
"Gotcha," Adi called back, flinching her toes away from Liedro's fingers, "Stop that,"
"I'll take chemistry," Erik smirked, an elbow caught him between the deathly thin ribs, "Like hell you will Stick-man,"
"Stick Man? Are you mad?"
Adi sat up and away from her comfortable position on Erik's chest, and closed her notebook, she set the pen down and pulled her legs away from Liedro to turn herself around and stare at him incredulously, evidently she thought the question worthy enough to merit her full attention. "Is that, quite possibly the stupidest question you have ever asked Erik?" She was staring at him like he had just turned into a Gerik, (which he hadn't, just asked the stupidest question on history) a mix of incredulousness, horror, fondness and shock, Erik flushed under the collective grin from the rest of the muse pack.
"Pack?" Julian complained, "You make us sound like a school bag."
"Was meant to mean more like a pack of wolves," Adi apologised, "Or possibly hyenas,"
A pale blue triangle pillow was caught around her shoulders and the writer found herself smothered face down on the bed, Erik lying on top of her, "Completely uncalled for, dear writer," he growled next to her ear, pinning her neatly under his skeletal frame. Adi flailed uselessly, muffled by the pillow, "Get off me! Erik!" she shrieked with laughter as Liedro found her ribs and began counting them. "No! Ah! Stop I can't breathe!" Julian smirked and threw a pillow at Liedro's head, it missed and woke Kolper, who had fallen asleep again. He caught one of Adi's legs, kicking wildly and Julian grabbed the other, pinning the Authoress to the bed. Dracula looked down at the scene from his perch and blinked his red eyes, the bat detached from the overhang and glided down to reshape beside Sherlock, taking the opportunity as he passed to sweep a fine wingtip over the arch of Adi's foot, which, although pinned, she managed to kick him and send the Vampire bat tumbling to stumble slightly as he materialized, Holmes glanced up at him as the Lord of all Vampires straightened his collar and brushed strands of dark hair away from his pale face as if to say, "What do you expect?" Dracula shrugged almost imperceptibly, fighting a rare smile of amusement as Jacques and Shaun were drawn into the Adi and Muse stacks on. Adi's face, crying with laughter appeared momentarily and she used one of her scarce and erratic moments of power, which only appeared at inopportune times like 5 in the morning when she couldn't use them, or occasionally in the middle of English, and gave a definitive blink. Dracula and Sherlock suddenly found themselves transferred into the middle of the stack, and Adi to be thrown up into the air and land amongst a sprawling mass of long lean bodies. The pile pulled itself apart, each member with a smirk on their face as Adi tugged Shaun onto her lap, Julian spread across her legs and supported on each side by Liedro and Erik, she pushed the rim of Kolper's hat which she had stolen during the madness, with her thumb and grinned at the other four muses, sitting casually on the end of the bed, "Now this," she laughed, grey eyes glowing with tears and amusement, "Is why I write,"
Did you like that my dears? I certainly did, and now for the very short half chapter.
xXx
The Opera Ghost was in his favourite armchair, caught up in Bel Canto by the light of the lanterns in the study, frowning slightly over the unusual text. Adriana was curved over the small writing table, a pile of sheets and notebooks spread around her.
Erik yawned and stretched backwards, "I'm going to bed," he offered, "Are you coming?"
"Um, yeah in a little while," Adriana replied distractedly, "Just as soon as I finish this," her quill was moving in a blur across the page as she struggled to keep up with her own thoughts.
"Very well," Erik shrugged, walking around to drop a kiss on her shoulder, he glanced over the first few pages she had written and quirked a smile as he saw the writing get progressively messier and faster as inspiration struck. "I wont wait up," he sighed, Adriana turned and stole a kiss of her own from his lips, "I wouldn't recommend it" she grinned. Erik lingered slowly over her lips, in a determined but resigned way, he was undoubtedly hungry, but there was no chance he would dare to disrupt her while she was writing,(dangerous consequences as friends and family have learnt) and turned to the door, "Sleep well," she called.
As Erik left, Adriana leant back with a sigh, there was a lot to be said for falling in love with another artist, she thought, they at least knew what it was like to be driven by a muse for hours until exhaustion struck, they also knew better than to interrupt said inspiration and earn the artists wrath. She glanced towards the passage leading to the bedrooms and grinned, turning back to her work as another idea struck.