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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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We’re back! Happy to see us twice in the same night?
Erik: You worked an eight hour shift this morning starting at six a.m. And you only got four hours sleep. Why the hell are you so damn happy?
I truly feel that someone has lit a fire under my creative spirit. This story feels so alive in me right now. I cannot even begin to express how happy I am to be writing it again. I only hope the readers are enjoying it at least half as much as I am.
Erik: I’m…sure…She owns nothing but this fiction based plot and the original characters. Please review, no flames. On with chapter fifteen…
“…You’re the yenta.”
Nadir was about to open his mouth to explain when a rare sound filled his ears. Erik was laughing. Not his normal, composed, morbid sounding chuckle. This was a full-hearted laugh that was not common in the Persian’s company or anyone’s.
“My dear, you truly have a gift for saying the right thing at the most unexpected time.” Erik breathed.
“Mademoiselle Sclar. When I first approached you, I was acting only to see what sort of person you were. I’m afraid it is my nature to be slightly overprotective of my good friend. I was merely looking out for Erik’s well being. I apologize.” Nadir bowed.
“There is no need for that!” Mia stuttered, raising up her hands in front of her. “I apologize for making such an unheard of assumption. I completely understand now. Erik is indeed a person I would want to protect as well. I cannot be angry with you for that reason. It only proves how good of friends the two of you must be.” The brunette smiled.
“…If you two are done referring to me as though I were not here…” Erik trailed off.
“Sorry.” The two seemed to reply simultaneously.
“What am I some child that needs to be looked after?” Erik asked.
“Well…” Mia grinned. “When you’re around art and music, you do tend to resemble my younger brother in a sweet shop.”
“Are you quite done Mademoiselle?” The phantom asked.
“Quite.” Mia smiled. “But you do know I was teasing you.”
“Of course…just as I was.” Erik replied in a lighter tone.
Nadir simply watched the two artists exchange. ‘Interesting’ was all he could think of. ‘Very interesting.’
The evening consisted of the three acquaintances sitting around Erik’s drawing room. They all partook in some bread and cheese, with a bottle of Erik’s valued French Wine. Although most would think an evening in the home of the Opera Ghost, would be very dreary, the three seemed be in gay spirits.
Erik spoke briefly about his and Nadir’s meetings, and a few tales of Persia. Although Nadir at anytime could have mentioned the gored details of some events he left Erik to tell a shorter version. The two artists always seemed to be engrossed in conversation that Nadir was not to familiar in. Although the Persian respected architecture and artistry very much it was not a field he was too familiar with.
The two frequently apologized for leaving him out of the loop, but he just brushed it off. The easterner was perfectly content watching the two conversing as though they had known each other for years. Mia had a way with Erik; she could play his games and at the same time bring out his strange sense of humor.
Mock arguments seemed to be the two’s favorite. The duo was now having a ‘heated’ debate about music and visual art.
“I still believe that it is the visual artist; the ballet, and set designs. That brings the music to life. We’re living in an era, were people want to see and hear. I’m sad to say this Erik, but very few people go just to hear an orchestra play.”
“I’m not denying that this era has no imagination. I am simply saying that music can be played a right way and a wrong way, Mia. It is the wrong way that causes people to dislike orchestras.” Erik debated.
“True, but I’m not saying I dislike the orchestra Erik. I’m just saying there are not a lot of composers or musicians out there that could bring a crowd to simply listen to an orchestra and simply use their imagination with no visual affects. It’s very hard for some people to be entertained.”
“Yes, but one of those musicians can make up for the others.” Erik sighed.
Then Mia said two words that would change the night’s gentle atmosphere. “Prove it.”
Erik’s head looked up from his glass to meet Mia’s eyes. Setting down the object, he grabbed Mia by the hand and dragged her into his bedroom. Giving a gesture with his free hand Nadir followed the mastermind, already knowing what he had planned.
Leading Mia to sit in a chair Erik walked past his guest and sat abruptly at the grand pipe organ that lined the entire wall. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly Erik let his finger’s take over the instrument. Letting his mind slip the room soon echoed with the music of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor.
Nadir felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. True he had heard Erik play many times before. However, each time made the Persian forget just how overpowering he could play. Looking over at Mia he could tell just by seeing her that this was the first time she had ever heard Erik play. Her eyes appeared to have an almost glazed over look. Her mind and senses had departed the second Erik played the first note. She was completely spell bound; all she could manage to do now was listen.
Mia’s eyes continued to watch Erik play the beginning of the piece with authority, she had only witnessed a few times. The first notes of the repeated pattern played light then darker. Erik’s eyes were closed as he played. He had long ago memorized this piece, and did not need silly assistance such as open eyes or sheet music. He was the music. Mia continued to watch as his body moved with the sound. His simple movements seemed to tell a story.
Allowing her eyes to close Mia envisioned pictures, patterns, and colors in her mind. The music’s dark beginning leading down a steady beat of frantic, to soft, light, to an amazing end prologue. Mia had heard this piece in Russia. It sounded amazing when played by a full orchestra, however Erik’s solo playing on the pipe organ gave the piece an unidentified justice. It was the missing version to the piece that no one knew was missing. Mia’s heart skipped in her breast once more. She was completely amazed.
Letting the final note die out, Erik slowly turned to his small audience. “Well Mia, do you still believe that one musician can not make up for others?”
All Erik heard was a soft whisper of, “No.”
The next hour remained quieter than ones before it. Eventually Mia reminded Erik that she did have work to attend to early the next day. Understanding, Erik asked Nadir to wait for him in his home, while he escorted Mia back.
Once back in Mia’s dorm the two artists continued to hold quiet eye contact. The trip back to Mia’s quarters had been disturbingly quiet.
“Have I done anything, to offend you?” Erik asked.
“No!” Mia gasped. “It’s just. I never expected your music to-“
“I’m sorry,” Erik sighed. “I should have warned that my playing seems to have certain affects on people.”
“Do not apologize Erik.” Mia whispered. “I have never in my life heard anything as beautiful as I have tonight. Thank you for sharing your talent with me.”
“Thank you for listening.” The two continued to stand adjacent from each other, never losing eye contact.
“Erik…About what happened here…last night…” Mia trailed off.
“I’m sorry. I just-“ Erik was cut short as Mia gently brushed her lips to his. Intending to pull back, Mia found she couldn’t as Erik’s gloved hand was now caressing the back of her head. Leaning down Erik deepened the kiss, nibbling the misshapen lips over Mia’s pink mouth. Mia’s mouth opened letting out a small moan, taking advantage Erik took this opportunity to kiss her like a true French man. The two’s warm tongues continued to mingle and dance in the shared cavern of Mia’s mouth. The warmth that shot through the two demanded more, until passion finally gave way to oxygen.
Mia’s brown orbs opened slowly finding Erik’s two gold irises starring intently at her every detail. Untangling his gloved hand from her hair, Erik reached down to grab her smaller one. Bringing the top of her hand to his lips his kissed it lightly. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Well…what did you think? Did you like the kiss? I know some of you were waiting for that. Tell me what you think! We’re so close to 110 reviews! I can’t wait for 120! I’m still in shock. So if you guys want a new chapter soon, push the purple button! Don’t forget Nadir is still sitting in Erik’s living room with the morphine. Let me know what you think.
Erik: Please do, besides school and work she really has no life.
Hey, I’m proud of that!
Erik: Sigh /swings Punjab lasso/ you know what to do…

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