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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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Chapter twenty! We made it! Thank you all for the reviews! How was your holiday?
Erik: Tell them about your holiday…
…I prefer to stay in good spirits thank you! So, I’ll just say the plane ride was nice. I can’t believe all the reviews! You guys have no idea how much you have all inspired me! Thank you so much! Just remember I own nothing but any original characters and this fiction based plot. Anyone stealing anything from my story will be punjabbed.
Erik/Twirls lasso around/ On with chapter twenty…the sad thing is I don’t think she’s even close to the ending…
Shh! You’ll ruin the suspense!
Tired hands continued to sketch and resketch as Erik sat at his desk. After Mia had gone to bed the previous night Erik had spent the entire evening looking at her design plans. She had trusted him with her most precious possession. Erik had learned, that these designs Mia had been working on sense she was a child through most of her adult life. They were her plans her dreams. Mia one day planned to build this house and live in it.
The designs were incredible, beautiful, and completely wrong. ‘They would crumble’ had been Erik’s first thought. Mia was a very talented and gifted designer, however she knew absolutely nothing about architecture. ‘Or at least how to design it’ Erik added.
Upon seeing that the structures and archways would not support the second story, the phantom began to sketch copies of Mia’s plans. He would add the corrections later, but for now he would simply resketch the originals. He didn’t want Mia to know of his plans. ‘No’ He smiled to himself, ‘She must wait and be surprised.’
Warmth. It seemed to be coming from the very sheets of the bed. Mia knew it was well past the time when she usually would get up, but she could not remember ever being this comfortable. With the thick sheets and velvet cover Mia felt like the Grand Duchess of Russia. All she knew about the bed was that it once belonged to Erik’s mother. The covers and other fine linens obviously had to have come form his salary as an opera ghost. Mia frowned as she sat up to get dressed. While Erik’s mother had been deceased, her’s was very much alive. ‘She’s probably wondering why it’s taken me so long to answer her letter. I suppose I should try to write back to her in the next few days.’
Finding the clothes she had folded at the end of the bed, Mia began to dress. She had noticed the first morning she awoke in the house by the lake that the room was designed for a woman. The closet and chest of drawers both contained woman’s clothing. After seeing the fancy French style and dust on the cloth Mia assumed the clothes once belonged to Erik’s mother. She would have borrowed them, but she was afraid they wouldn’t fit. Corsets and chemises were things Mia had only seen in person when she first came to Paris. In her home in Russia woman tended to be more voluptuous, and preferred to dress in multi-layered skirts for warmth rather than constricting cloth and gartered stockings.
After buttoning her dress and fixing her hair, she opened the door to the drawing room. Walking in Mia was very surprised to see Erik up and at his desk. She could see from his charcoal stained fingers that he had been sketching something and was now putting a few papers away in his desk drawer.
“Good morning.” He greeted turning around to face the artist after, syncing her presence. “How did you sleep, my dear?”
“Very well, and you?”
“I didn’t.” Erik confessed, standing up and walking towards her. “In fact I was up all night looking at your designs.” He admitted handing her, her scroll case.
Mia tucked the case by the sofa smiling. “Well, what did you think of them?”
“My dear,” Erik started bringing her to sit next to him on the sofa. “As far as designing and art go, your talent is unlike anything I have ever seen. However, when it comes to architecture you know nothing.”
“What?”
“Mia.” Erik sighed, “Half of the arch ways would not support the second level, the building would collapse.”
“Oh, well I always knew that…deep down…” Mia confessed. “The plan always was to give these designs to an architect once I could afford to, and have him redesign the house so that it would hold. Of course I wouldn’t want him to change much, thus the detail of the designs. I didn’t want to leave much to the imagination as to what my home would look like.”
“Would?” The masked man inquired.
“Erik,” Mia sighed, looking at her hands folded in her lap. “Sometimes dreams are dreams…for a reason. To stay dreams.”
“Absurd.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said absurd. Mia a dream can still be a dream even when it is made into reality. That only makes it more beautiful.”
“To some,” Mia muttered. “Would you like some tea?”
“No, and neither would you. You’re just avoiding the topic. You’re also being very pessimistic, and it’s not like you.” Erik pointed out.
“And you, Mousier, are being the optimist, which is very unlike you.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Please?” Mia begged. “Let me change it.”
“Fine…”Erik sighed. He’d bring it up later of course, but for now he’d obey her request. “What shall we discuss?”
“You.” Mia stated simply.
“I beg your pardon?”
“May I ask you a question, Erik?”
“Just one?” Erik asked, pretending to be shocked.
“Hmm.” Mia hummed putting a hand to her chin, eyes looking up at the ceiling faking deep thought. “Two, three tops.” She admitted.
“I figured as much. Ask away.”
“If you were alone in your home.” Mia began. “…Would you wear your mask?”
“What?”
“Would you?” Mia repeated.
“My dear,” Erik sighed rubbing his left temple. “I fail to see your reason for this inquire.”
“The reason is you.” Mia stated. “If you do not wear your mask when you are alone in your own home, why do you wear it when I am around? I have you seen you now…three times?”
‘When I first showed her. Erik counted. When Nadir brought her here three days ago…When I woke up with my mask placed on the table, she took it off when I was sleeping.’
“You are not disgusted? Frightened? Horrified?” Erik demanded. He naturally always became defensive whenever the subject of his face was brought up. It was his right.
“Do I really need to repeat myself, every time this comes up?” Mia smiled.
Placing her hand gently on the mask’s edge, the artist looked into the man’s yellow orbs. They closed in silent permission as Mia removed the mask without hesitation. Although Erik did not hear any cries from Mia he could still hear the screams of terror from decades of exposing himself. The cries of hundreds of people forever haunting his ears.
Mia placed her right hand on Erik’s cheek and slowly kissed each sunken eye until they opened. Her brown irises met Erik’s gold depths as she smiled. “I love you for who you are. Nothing else matters to me but that.”
Leaning down Erik’s misshapen lips reunited with Mia’s. Enveloping them both into a warm security no words or force could ever break.
Yea! Chapter twenty done! How was it? Please read and review to let me know! Please remember that I own nothing except any original characters and this fiction based plot…oh yes. I know some of you are waiting to know when Erik and Mia’s relationship is going to…progress. I am going to say that I don’t think it will be anymore than two-three at the most chapters away. So for those of you waiting for the ‘love scene’ you’ll just have to hang in there…Oh and review of course…Thank you so much and see you next week!
Neko

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