I Wish I could say this has taken so long to post because it's been with my new Beta, Hawkslayer, but I would be lying she hasn't seen it. This may be my last post for while. Again. Sorry.
Meg sat quietly staring into space, it would be dark out by now. Wouldn't it? She looked up at Erik, would he know? Despite her curiousness Meg stayed silent. She was surprised a how quiet it was, she expected him to be rather vocal in his own home. He was after all Le Fantôme de l'Opéra. She had always known, because of her Maman, the infamous Fantôme was just human. Therefore she always had imagined him as a loud person whenever he could be.
She ran her hands through her hair before standing up, she silently noted the movement caught Erik's eye and that his gaze seemed to linger. She walked to the 'door' of his room and leaned against it at an angle so she could watch the water move.
"Monsieur" Meg spoke quietly "Is there anything you want from the other room? Anything you don't mind me fetching you of course."
Erik sighed, he had told her several times in the past few hours to use his name, obviously without any success. "Non Mademoiselle, I doubt you could carry the Organ"
"Monsieur, please call me Meg I do much prefer it to Mademoiselle"
"Of course" Erik smirked, pausing for a second "Once you start calling me Erik, that is"
Meg smiled softly turning her head to look at him "Ahh but Monsieur if I did that I would be ignoring what Maman told me"
"And what would that be?" He replied
"Monsieur, Maman has made me promise her many things over the years and this was the most important to her" Meg turned her head so she could watch the water again "That I do not get to know you, that if I ever come into contact with you to be polite but distant"
Erik stared at her back "You do not seem to be keeping that promise very well."
"Excuse me?" Meg asked a scathing tone graced her voice and whirled around to glare at him.
He chuckled "That wasn't a very polite tone, Mademoiselle, neither is that look"
She turned her back once again 'Merde, he tricked me' Meg slowly slid down the edge of the entrance, her feet were protesting loudly at being forced to work for so long without rest, her arms wrapped around her waist. Her dress' corset was starting to feel even tighter than it already was. Instinctively, Meg wanted to take quicker, deeper breaths, knowing better, Meg ignored that instinct and slowed her breathing and slightly stretched her upper body. She felt mildly better, but it wasn't enough so she forced herself back onto her aching feet. She suddenly yawned, Meg rubbed her eyes, she was surprised by how quickly tiredness crept up on her.
"Are you hungry Monsieur?" Meg asked, trying to distract herself, as she padded over to the wicker basket in the corner, to search for a roll of bread.
Erik sighed "I can wait til morning to eat. You should find a place to sleep"
Meg frowned but continued her search for the bread, she let out an irriatated puff of air as her arm slowly started to disappear in the basket. Suddenly she felt the crispy shell of the bread and she pulled it out. Meg ripped the loaf in half as she stood up, her feet groaned in protest as she walked over to Erik to give him half.
"You have lost an alarming amount of weight since your disappearance, you should trying to regain it. Not ignoring your hunger" Meg looked at the mask he wore disdainfully while speaking.
Erik had noticed this, it made his temper flare, he forced a kind note in his voice as he replied "Little Giry, I would advise you to keep your hands to yourself, you do not want to suffer the consequences of seeing my face unmasked"
Meg turned pink before stuttering slightly "I have no intentions of removing your mask" She saw his eyebrow raise "That does not mean I am not curious to see why you feel the need to hide half of your face"
He smirked and tauntingly asked "Your Maman never told you the reason for the mask did she?"
"Of course not. I have asked her though, she told me it was best I did not know because not many people survive when they know"
Erik sat in silence his brow furrowed, was the only person he ever considered being friends with scared of him? That was something he would have to rectify. He would have to go up and -
"Monsieur?" Meg broke through his mental planning "Are you alright?"
"Oui" His reply was short, irritated.
Meg frowned slightly before turning to leave the room "Bonne Nuit" Meg called out as she walked down the steps and onto the lakes edge. She sighed as she started to hunt for a flat area to sleep.
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Translations
Bonne Nuit - Good Night
Maman - other
Monsieur - Sir
Oui - Yes