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Portrait of the Soul	By : sirenofsaturn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I’m sorry! Sorry it took so long. First I had to move, then school started, then work screwed me over with my hours…but here I am. Most of all, though I hate to admit it, I had a bit of writer’s block. Not a real block, however I had a hard time getting back into the story. I didn’t want to jump back into the story not 100 dedicated. So in a spark of enthusiasm I hopped over to the computer, and here I am. Just to let you know I will need some real feedback on this one guys. Let me know if I changed character in the story from the separation, or if you guys can fall back into the plot like I am. Well here we go, Erik?
Erik: She owns nothing but her original characters. All flamers will be punjabed. On with chapter thirteen.
Mia’s fingers continued to trace her pink lips over and over. Erik had kissed her, or at least she thought he had. The action was so brief, so gentle. At first Mia had thought it was a gentle warm breeze across her lips. He was warm. This man who had described himself as corpse like possessed so much warmness. Mia had begun to wonder how the very idea he could be cold existed in his mind. This warm man, both body and soul, had kissed Mia. Then when the Russian woman opened her eyes he was gone.
His actions at the same time seemed to both confuse Mia and intrigue her. Why had he pulled away? Did he regret his action? Or was Mia just a bad kisser, he certainly did not give her any warning. Mia threw that idea away; the kiss wasn’t long enough for that. Maybe after all the emotion and secrets that were reveled that night Erik was still too afraid to show affection to her. Why though, they were just friends.
‘Friends.’ Mia thought. Were they just friends? Friends accepted each other like they had. Friends conversed, shared ideas and stories, ripped off their mask in front of your eyes insisting that you will hate and fear them. Yes, that’s what friend’s did.
‘But are we just friends…’ Mia wondered continuing to run her fingers lightly over her lips. Shaking her head slightly she focused on the task at hand. Erik had departed over three hours ago, and Mia had now finished the designs for the new production. Now the stage designer sat on the edge of her bed reading the letter that she had nearly forgotten about.
Monola,
I hope this letter finds you well and safe. You have barely written us since your move to France. How are you, and your mashugina cat? Sometimes I envy you for your decision to live life and pursue your dream. However, my darling daughter, you could have done so just as easily here in Russia, with a husband. Maybe I have pushed you in the past to live the life a good woman like you is supposed to live. I just hope I was not your reason for putting so many miles between us. Mia, you can always come home. We are family, and we will not judge you. Please remember that. Things are fine here at home, God may they continue. Your father works himself so hard all day as a butcher. Hopefully, he will last along with your grandmother who gets older every day. I hope you can at least visit a few times; maybe Baba will make it another winter. In more good news you are going to be an aunt again. Don’t worry it’s Lena who is having the baby. If you start now Mia you should be able to get married before your younger sister. That is after all how it is suppose to go. Hope you are doing well, please write back while I am still young enough to read your letters.
All my love, my darling,
Your mother
Growling in her throat Mia stood up and threw the letter on the bed. “The nerve of that woman!” She huffed. “Even now at my age she still results to using guilt?” Saying that her grandmother would maybe live another winter, or her father worked himself to death. Baba was as healthy as a horse, and her father had always worked hard. That was what made him strong. Her father’s dedication to never leaving something unfinished or poorly done was a trait that Mia had inherited.
“Father? Can we go home, it’s getting late.”
“Just a few more minutes Mia. What is wrong with wanting perfection?”
“Saying I could come back, that I would be just fine staying in Russia and getting married? That it’s my womanly obligation to have a child after Lena and before Niddy? Who made these laws? Did anyone in that house listen to one word of my dreams or goals?” Turning to look at Brian for an answer, all Mia received was a ‘meow’ from the orange tabby lying on its back.
Rolling over onto her feet, Ayesha jumped off the bookshelf and walked over to her master. He seemed to be acting very strange recently. When she saw the intruder in her home, the feline feared it would be the same with the other woman. Her master would have two girls and his heart, one that would only hurt him and make him sad again. That is why the cat tried to attack the new woman. She had waited under the table ready to pounce on the intruder. However, her master seemed to act different around her. His actions and posture were lighter when around her. This woman seemed to have a different meaning to him. So being the gracious host, she sniffed the new woman briefly then hissed just for a warning.
Now Ayesha was circling her master’s legs. He had dedicated his attention to another woman, now it was time for her to be noticed too. She was given into; when one of Erik’s arms swooped down to pick her up. Cradling the cat in his arms, Erik scratched delicately under the feline’s chin. “Now, now my jealous little lady. I could never forget about you.” Receiving the coy look from the feline the masked man chuckled. “Playing innocent are we?” The feline seemed to smile, as it turned in Erik’s embrace, trying to arch itself.
Erik sat both of them down onto the red velvet cushions of the sofa. Spreading his arms the Siamese rolled over, silently demanding that her furry belly be rubbed. Giving in to his little lady’s plea, Erik continued to pet. All her received for a thank you was the echoing vibration of Ayesha’s purr.
“She did surprise us though. Didn’t she?” Erik sighed reclining his head to meet the back of the seat. Mia, who was before haunting his thoughts, had now seemed to take up permanent residency in his mind. Every time the two interacted he seemed more drawn to her. Then earlier that evening, without even intending to, he had thrown himself vulnerably into her judgment. Unbelievably, still to Erik, she had accepted him. No, accepting was not the word. She equalized him. Acceptance was a word for someone different being treated equally. Mia had treated Erik as though he was normal, as though nothing was wrong with him. Sometimes Erik began to wonder just, which of them was madder?
“Who is it? The one who is mad, or the one who thinks the mad person is sane?” Erik asked the feline. “I think though, my dear, we shall be seeing a lot more of Mia soon. Now, though, we shall retire. An even older friend shall visit tomorrow. We must be well rested for Nadir’s arrival.” With that said Erik rose to his bedroom, not at all expecting to partake in the most restful sleep he had ever endured in his coffin, or his life.
Yea! Sorry it’s short. Like I said earlier, I’m not sure how my ‘first chapter back’ was going to be. Definitely going to need some feedback if I want to get comfortably back into the story. So…a longer chapter by Friday or Saturday if we hit maybe 110-111 reviews? Sorry for the wait, and I hope everyone enjoyed the update. I really don’t have much to say except I have school first thing in the morning…Erik?
Erik: She owns nothing. Please review. No flames. (Swings Punjab lasso) You however, my dear authoress, are long over due for giving me ice cream.
Well my roommates are having a party. Let us see if they saved us any?
Erik: After you.
See you soon!
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