Angel, I think it really would be for the best if I recovered alone.
[It's only a token resistance, however. Christine knows well enough that she stands very little chance of changing Erik's mind. Given that she knows the penalties for not following orders given by her Angel, Christine supposes she ought to change and go to bed, but given what happened last time she was alone with Erik not fully clad...
She knows better than to touch his mask now, though, of course, and through some miracle Erik does not remember, or hasn't experienced her taking it. It should be safe, as long as she's careful, and it's not as if her reputation can be ruined any further.]
[His mind is made up. He won't disturb her, just watch her sleep for a little while. He wanted to see how much she had changed over the year she says she had been gone. A year was far too long to be away from his watchful eye.
He needed to be with her and there was no other way around it.]
[At least she has something more modest than lace undergarments to cover her, which is good. In a matter of minutes, she's in bed feigning sleep. Hopefully Erik, if he manages to get in, will not inspect her too closely and realise that she is only pretending. The last thing Christine wants right now is to have to explain the whole 'three-deaths-equals-black-eyes' thing.]
[He keeps it on and listens to her get ready for bed. Oh how badly he wants to see her. So he leaves his room and stands outside of her door. It's locked, of course and he has yet to rig a way inside. She was so close...
[The sound of Erik's voice sends a shiver down her spine, and Christine marvels again over how she could possibly have forgotten exactly what it is like.
This is going to be awkward to manage, though. She has to open the door for Erik, but how to do so without letting him see her eyes, in a way that will arouse no suspicion. Perhaps if she just averts her gaze...
Christine opens the door, a robe over her nightgown, and her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. Please God let this work.]
[He was not expecting Christine to respond. But he is pleased nonetheless when the door opens. He reaches out and twines one of her many curls around his finger. She seems the same when he saw her last.
He's so caught up in examining her, it takes a moment to realize she's not looking at him. He brushes his hand along her chin. That's her cue to look at him.]
[Much as she wanted to avoid this completely, Christine didn't want to risk the consequences of not opening the door. On the other hand, now she's beginning to think it may have been better to risk Erik's anger than to risk him seeing her now. It's like when she first woke up and saw her new eyes, and terror of being labelled a freak had cosumed her.
Christine closes her eyes, and gives such a tiny shake of her head that she barely moves, silently praying that Erik will somehow understand that she cannot show him her eyes.]
[He understands. He just wants to know why. But he'll save it for later. Instead, his hand leaves her chin and travels down her neck and the length of her arm. Then he lifts her hand and presses it to his smooth, unmasked cheek.]
Touch me, trust me savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in...
[...And that takes Christine straight back to the night of the gala. What little she can remember of it, anyway. She recognizes the song, though, the tone more than the words.
Her eyes remain closed, partly because she doesn't want Erik to see the black orbs, and partly so she can remain in denial about anything that may follow this. Does he intend to seduce her? She can't let him. She belongs to Erol, he told her so. But how can she deny Erik without angering him, or worse, driving him to questioning the rest of the ship?
But... maybe he won't try to seduce her. After all, as far as he knows, she's suffering from a cold and needs rest. So, for the present, Christine decides to go along with whatever Erik wants.]
[Her eyes are closed and Erik cannot gauge how she is reacting. She has been avoiding him. And this only confirms it. Something has changed her and he frowns. He did not like this change. He wants her back. He needs her, more than anything else in the world.
And he would do whatever it takes to have her under his spell again.
He steps closer to her, turning her around as he did so and wrapping his arms around her waist.]
I am your angel of music. Come to the angel of music.
[Christine's breath catches in her throat as she feels Erik's arms close around her, and her eyes flutter open briefly before she remembers and squeezes them shut. She goes tense at his touch for a moment before his voice begins to work its magic, sending a tremor through her body, and making her relax a little into his arms. She had almost forgotten how powerful his voice is.
It would be so easy to give in, and allow him to do whatever he wants. It would stop so many people from being at risk if she gives him what he has - so obviously it seems now - craved from the beginning. With his voice ringing in her ears as she stands in his embrace, it seems so clear a solution to simply give in...
Something in the back of her mind is trying to get her attention, though, and as much as she tries to brush it aside, it is persistent. Christine wishes whatever it is would leave her alone.]
[He wanted her. That much was evident by the tone of his voice. But was she ready to give herself to him? Had she truly forgotten the life she once had? Could she embrace everything he was offering her?]
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Date: 2010-01-06 12:35 am (UTC)[Cue a week of Christine frantically trying to get her voice back to the expected standard. This cannot possibly end well.]
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Date: 2010-01-06 12:41 am (UTC)I want to see you.
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Date: 2010-01-06 12:47 am (UTC)Think fast, Christine.]
Really, I can manage well enough by myself, and I would hate to pass on this cold.
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Date: 2010-01-06 12:49 am (UTC)Just rest. I will be fine.
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Date: 2010-01-06 01:04 am (UTC)[It's only a token resistance, however. Christine knows well enough that she stands very little chance of changing Erik's mind. Given that she knows the penalties for not following orders given by her Angel, Christine supposes she ought to change and go to bed, but given what happened last time she was alone with Erik not fully clad...
She knows better than to touch his mask now, though, of course, and through some miracle Erik does not remember, or hasn't experienced her taking it. It should be safe, as long as she's careful, and it's not as if her reputation can be ruined any further.]
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Date: 2010-01-06 01:16 am (UTC)[His mind is made up. He won't disturb her, just watch her sleep for a little while. He wanted to see how much she had changed over the year she says she had been gone. A year was far too long to be away from his watchful eye.
He needed to be with her and there was no other way around it.]
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Date: 2010-01-08 12:10 am (UTC)[At least she has something more modest than lace undergarments to cover her, which is good. In a matter of minutes, she's in bed feigning sleep. Hopefully Erik, if he manages to get in, will not inspect her too closely and realise that she is only pretending. The last thing Christine wants right now is to have to explain the whole 'three-deaths-equals-black-eyes' thing.]
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Date: 2010-01-08 09:25 pm (UTC)He lowers his voice and sings softly.]
Christine...
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Date: 2010-01-10 03:35 am (UTC)This is going to be awkward to manage, though. She has to open the door for Erik, but how to do so without letting him see her eyes, in a way that will arouse no suspicion. Perhaps if she just averts her gaze...
Christine opens the door, a robe over her nightgown, and her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. Please God let this work.]
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Date: 2010-01-10 03:53 am (UTC)He's so caught up in examining her, it takes a moment to realize she's not looking at him. He brushes his hand along her chin. That's her cue to look at him.]
Christine, your angel is waiting.
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Date: 2010-01-10 04:26 am (UTC)Christine closes her eyes, and gives such a tiny shake of her head that she barely moves, silently praying that Erik will somehow understand that she cannot show him her eyes.]
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Date: 2010-01-10 02:42 pm (UTC)Touch me, trust me savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in...
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Date: 2010-01-11 10:16 pm (UTC)Her eyes remain closed, partly because she doesn't want Erik to see the black orbs, and partly so she can remain in denial about anything that may follow this. Does he intend to seduce her? She can't let him. She belongs to Erol, he told her so. But how can she deny Erik without angering him, or worse, driving him to questioning the rest of the ship?
But... maybe he won't try to seduce her. After all, as far as he knows, she's suffering from a cold and needs rest. So, for the present, Christine decides to go along with whatever Erik wants.]
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Date: 2010-01-12 04:34 am (UTC)And he would do whatever it takes to have her under his spell again.
He steps closer to her, turning her around as he did so and wrapping his arms around her waist.]
I am your angel of music. Come to the angel of music.
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Date: 2010-01-13 10:08 pm (UTC)It would be so easy to give in, and allow him to do whatever he wants. It would stop so many people from being at risk if she gives him what he has - so obviously it seems now - craved from the beginning. With his voice ringing in her ears as she stands in his embrace, it seems so clear a solution to simply give in...
Something in the back of her mind is trying to get her attention, though, and as much as she tries to brush it aside, it is persistent. Christine wishes whatever it is would leave her alone.]
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Date: 2010-01-15 10:30 pm (UTC)[He wanted her. That much was evident by the tone of his voice. But was she ready to give herself to him? Had she truly forgotten the life she once had? Could she embrace everything he was offering her?]
I love you.