I apologize that this chapter is short, even after its update. But 600 was the limit...
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# Part Fifteen:
Lark played with some pebbles she had found by the lake, letting them trickle through each finger and admiring each stones' perfectly smooth surface. Erik ignored her presence as he worked; he was fine with this, though, since she was happy enough just to listen. She began to hum a soft tune as she picked up another pebble, tossing it up and down in her hands in a solo player game of catch. Hunched up, Erik tried to ignore the tune but found himself slipping it into the music he was working on.
He rolled his eyes, trying to calm himself, before turning. "Sing that tune again." He demanded turning around. Lark dropped the rock she was playing with to stare at him. "Huh?"
Erik sighed irritably, children could be so thick-headed, "That chord you were humming, repeat it." The girl looked genuinely surprised. "Oh…um…ok," she said confused. Lark began to hum it from the beginning. He listened for a moment nodding to himself then stopped her. She watched him intently as he turned around, writing something down on a fresh piece of music paper. He glanced once at her.
"Thank you." He said awkwardly, as if the words were strange to use, she smiled at him but he had already turned away.
She knew it would be bad if she asked but the question was burning into her brain. "What are you working on?" He made another mark with his quill before answering, "What I work on is no concern of yours, mademoiselle." Lark nodded but still felt curious, feeling herself creep closer she was very curious about him. Why did he live down here? What was he working on? Most importantly, what was with the mask?
It reminded her so much of someone, so much of Mama. Walking quietly behind him she was surprised that he didn't notice her as he was so enveloped in his work. He would tap out the time with one hand while playing a chord with the other then stop all together to add it on the piece in front of him. Lark watched Erik, her eyes glancing curiously at the full white mask that covered his entire features.
Biting her lip, she opened her mouth, and then closed it before registering the courage to ask, "Excuse me but…why did you write the song I hummed on a separate piece of music paper?" His hands never stopped working as he sighed. "If I write something down," he said, still playing and jotting down notes between words, "all of it, I can put it aside and get it out of my head when I'm busy working on something else."
He seemed to frown, or so Lark guessed, she couldn't see his face. "No thanks to you, with that penetrating humming…" he muttered, dipping his quill in the ink.
Penetrating?
Lark tried to walk away, go back to her room, but something still caught her. She turned around and stared at his mask, willing it to come off on its own… No, she should leave him alone…but. Curse her feet! She found herself walking closer to him, her legs ignoring her frantic calls from her brain. 'No, turn away Lark!' she commanded herself, her body gave no heed. A hand came out, she hoped it would stay there, no; it got closer to his shoulder. Near his head now, no, no, no. 'Don't do it, hand.' Lark found herself pleading silently.
Erik didn't have time to react to a small hand reaching out in the corner of his vision. He could only stay still as a stone, his mind numbly repeating oh no, oh no. He gave out a cry as it snatched off his mask, as suddenly as it had come.
Updated. XD
don't you hate it when there are these times in real life? where no one can move? Don't murder me either! The next chappy is only what i thought his reaction would be