Disclaimer: conjecture

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"night…"

Jord stopped dead, then slowly removed her finger from the organ. The key was still held down. The second chord began, and another key pressed, a few notes up, and was joined by several others. As the third cord resounded and Jord gathered her bearings, she listened to find the direct source of the voice that surrounded her- just to find there was none. It was literally exuding from the walls around her, rich as honey and clear as glass.

She caught the faintest traces of footsteps among the noise and refocused on the shadows in front of her. Nothing. She oh-so-slowly turned, trusting only what she saw- her ears would not help her with this confounded echoing. She saw a flicker of movement and remained focused on it, until it formed into the body of the disembodied voice. He finished up the note, and fell silent

The organ slammed out a few notes far louder than necessary. Jord held her surprise, still knowing that neither of them had touched more than one.

For a moment, neither spoke. However, Erik went first;

"Why are you here?" Jord held back a smile, knowing she would have said the exact same thing.

"You are my father," she said simply. Erik laughed. "what?"

"Do the math," he said, "one and one is four, according to your father." Erik stared at her hard. "So go home to your little viscount before I make you." Erik walked to his organ, gently stroking the side, almost possessively. Jord balled her hands into fists.

"No," she hissed, pointing at Erik, "You do the math. I was born half a month earlier than thought possible, which left ample time-"

"Ample time for what?" Erik roared, turning a very deep shade of scarlet (cough), "Do you honestly think Christine would have even let me near her?"

"In all honesty," Jord said flatly, "you're very physical for a spiritual being." Erik rounded on her, fully intent on slapping her. He stopped, however, as their eyes met, both ablaze. Jord glared daggers into Erik with her black eyes, while he in return burned her at the stake with his yellow ones. Few could ever had held either of their eyes, particularly now as the two stared each other down. They both resisted blinking as each tried to out-stare the other in a battle of wills and eyes.

Then Erik's eyes went soft. Jord blinked a few times in surprise, not sure of what she had seen. She tried to continue boring into Erik, and was immediately was assailed by guilt, to glare at someone looking like this. But no matter what she tried, she found herself doing one thing she had never done before- she dropped her gaze.

It was caught up again when she felt Erik's hands tenderly grasping her shoulders. Jord looked up into Erik's eyes once more and immediately overwhelmed by softness, and forced herself to suppress a shudder. But it wasn't just softness- it was… love. Love so strong, she almost looked away, but was too entranced by Erik's eyes, now a shade of soft saffron.

"What is your name?" Erik asked, his voice gentler than a summer breeze, almost musical. It seemed so smooth, compared to her own, or Raoul's constant yowling.

"Jord," she said quietly. Erik laughed quietly, looking at the ground, his eyes filled with pain and wonderment. Jord frowned indignantly. "what?" Erik shook his head.

"Just something… your mother is telling me." Erik was silent. Jord raised an eyebrow. "Through your name."

"My name?" Erik nodded.

"It was a message to me. A flag."

"Will you tell me?" Erik thought for a moment.

"When the time is right," was all he said. Jord frowned again.

"And this will be, say, in about… five million years, if my math is correct. I hate waiting!" Erik laughed again, a little louder this time. "What?"

"You just remind me of your mother… always so inquisitive." In Erik's eye, a spark of sadness ignited, but he blinked back any tears he might have.

Something shifted between the layers of Jord's shift. Not yet. Not until the time is right.

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A/N- If you know what Jord's name means, don't spoil it yet! If you don't know, don't look it up, unless some demon refuses to leave your body until you comply with looking it up. The only reason I say this is because it comes into play later. You can weight, cantcha?