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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
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Thank you so much for the reviews! Oh, I can’t believe how far this story has gone! Thank you to everyone who kept it going! Please remember I own nothing except any original characters and this fiction based plot! I’m sorry for updating late last week. Did anyone else have trouble uploading last Friday to Monday? I apologize for the format in my author’s notes, I was just so relieved the chapter loaded and you phans were able to get it. So without further delay, I give you
Chapter thirty-five
The morning was still as the women of the Sclar home sat at the table having their morning tea. The men had left an hour before to open and run the butcher shop, and Erik was still upstairs asleep. However, the little feet running down the stairs soon interrupted the stillness.
Lena and Hali landed at the bottom of the stairs in skirts and tumbles each out of breath.
“Aunt Mia, we thought you left already!” Lena gasped.
“Were you and Mr. Erik not leaving today? You wouldn’t before saying goodbye right?” Hali gasped.
“Of course not girls.” Mia reassured. “Our train leaves this evening. Peter will be by this afternoon to give Erik and I ride closer to town. I would not even think of leaving without saying goodbye to my two favorite nieces.”
“It’s a shame you could not stay longer.” Nette sighed.
Mia shook her head. “Thank you for the sentiment Nette, but my place is in France. Besides I doubt you would wish to share a room with me again.”
“You’ve been a lovely room mate this visit. With Mr. Erik in the house you were hardly in your bed at all…Oi!”
Mia elbowed her sister. “Quiet Mother and Baba are in the kitchen!” She whispered. “The woman could hear us whispering at night from downstairs!”
“Oh please! You’re a grown woman, you have rights!”
“You say that far too casually Nette. Anything you care to share?” Mia asked raising her eyebrow.
“You first Mia.”
“Sisters!” Alexandra shushed, gesturing to the two girls who were watching them with wide eyes. “Will you please try to mind your mouths around my curious daughters?” She pleaded adjusting the new infant in her arms.
“I apologize Alexandra. Girls?” Mia asked. “Nette mentioned that she showed you how to milk Booka? Why don’t you two be dears and go bring us a half pale.”
“…But why can we not get the milk from Mother just as Isaac does?”
Nette immediately broke out into laughter and Mia soon followed managing to sputter out for Alexandra to answer her daughter.
“Because…”The blushing woman paused. “Because…because she is your Aunt Mia and she asked you to fetch it from the cow, now go and get it!”
The two youths nodded and immediately left the house for the barn.
Nette and Mia continued to giggle only receiving a glare from their eldest sister. “It is not funny!”
“Oi!” Nette smiled. “I think it was! Mr. Erik? You were standing there long enough to hear, did you think it was funny?”
Mia stopped her laughing and turned to see her masked lover standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“…All I care to say Mad-Miss is that children are curious creatures, and it is hard to hide the truth from them. They will find out the truth on their own eventually.”
“By the way. Mr. Erik?” Nette stood. “I wanted to apologize for our first meeting the other day. I-I was angry at something else and allowed it to vent out on you. I apologize.”
Erik remained still, golden eyes slightly widening through the mask. “There is no need Miss. All has been forgiven. I apologize for any inconvenience my presence has been to you.”
“It was not, and there is no need for an apology, Monsieur.” Nette smiled before going out the door to watch her nieces.
“Did you sleep well?” Mia inquired handing Erik a cup of tea.
“Yes. Thank you.” The phantom accepted drinking the steaming liquid. “My dear, what of our arrangements?”
“Peter will be here this afternoon to take us into town. Our train leaves at seven, but we should arrive early enough if there are changes.”
Erik nodded taking another sip of the tea. “Are you packed, my dear?”
“Yes, you know I did not bring much.”
“All a matter of opinion, Mia.”
Mia gapped flabbergasted. “Are you implying Monsieur that I pack too much?”
“Are you implying Mademoiselle that you travel light?”
“Well if I do not I apologize that it was such an inconvenience to you!” Mia huffed, mocking anger.
“Please know my dear that when it comes to you nothing is an inconvenience.” Erik stated.
“Will you two just kiss and make-up already.” Baba sighed coming out of the kitchen. “It sounds just like the arguments I use to have with your grandfather. Woman travel in excess your grandfather was such a schmuck when it came to that. Never could understand what was unimportant to him, was a necessity to me. I remember one time when he…”
Afternoon approached fast and soon the family found themselves outside their front door wishing Erik and Mia off.
“Goodbye Mother.” Mia sighed feeling her life being squeezed away in her mother’ s embrace. “Goodbye my Mia-la. You will write to me this time wont you? Not just a few weeks notice to your next visit alright?”
“Yes. I promise. I love you.”
“Love you too angle. Erik?” Netsee gestured. “Come here.”
Erik was surprised when the Jewish woman embraced his stiff frame. “I’ll say this only because I know it’s not a secret to you. She loves you, and I know you love her. So put my worrying heart to rest and promise me you’ll take care of her.”
“I promise you Madam. I will.”
“Good. Because if you hurt her I will kill you.”
Erik wanted to laugh. “A woman wed to a butcher. I’m sure you would have no problem disposing of my body. However, Madam, I assure you that if I hurt Mia in anyway, I would gladly face death myself.” ‘If she only knew that the one time I hurt her, I was so close…’
“Monsieur Erik, Mia. I don’t mean to interrupt but we should get going.” Peter suggested taking the ranges of the horse.
“Right.” Mia smiled. “Goodbye Baba.”
“You write Mia-la.”
“Yes.”
“Erik. You write too!” Baba insisted.
“Thank you.” Erik whispered, kissing the top of her pale hand.
“Thank you.”
After bidding her sisters and nieces goodbye, Mia and Erik boarded the cart and were on their way.
“What waits you two in Paris?” Peter asked.
“We’re beginning production on ‘The Magic Flute’.” Mia informed, “You know the score to that don’t you Peter?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Your brother was kind enough to play me a few excerpts from it Mia. Your skills do need a bit of tuning, but you are well on your way boy.” Erik critiqued.
“T-thank you Monsieur…What sort of work awaits you at the Garnier?”
“I am going to be starting on a new production myself…It needs some work, but I expect it to emerge sometime in the next year or so…If everything goes according to plan.”
“What are you working on?” Mia questioned. “A new opera?”
“Perhaps it is in a way…It has been building for a while now. The acts are coming and going, but it still holds one’s attention. The climax is building, Mia. In my mind I see a perfect cast. Although the ending is still not clear to me, I know I have found my opera. And its beautiful score is one I plan to play for the rest of my life.”
Arriving at the train station Peter bid the two farewells.
“Keep practicing. I assure you the orchestra at the Garnier always needs a fine pianist.”
“And if they already have one, Monsieur?”
“It will be taken care of…”
“Goodbye Peter.” Mia smiled embracing her brother. “In the barn, inside the piano is a third of all my salary. The choice to come to Paris is yours. It should not take you very long to earn the rest if you keep saving.” She whispered.
“Mia?”
“I’m not trying to influence you as mother believes. But if you wish to make a choice it is only fair that you have enough assets to make a proper one. Whatever your decision you will have a home.”
“Thank you Mia. Thank you Monsieur Erik. Safe trip!” Peter waved walking back to his horse and cart.
Mia sighed turning around to embrace Erik. “Thank you.”
“Whatever for? I told you there is no inconvenience when it comes to you.”
“Thank you for being you. For being with me…Erik, I-“
“It’s nothing.” Erik gasped closing his eyes. “I am just grateful that you wished for me to accompany you. That is a gift in itself Mia. Come now, we should board the train. I do admit though I am somewhat happy to be heading back to my birth country. Although we slept in the same bed I felt as though I never saw you. I was slowly going mad.”
“My family tends to have that result on people. But now that we are heading back, there will be nothing to stop us from being together all day long.”
“Yes, my dear. However, I am not sure I will be able to go without you through the long course of the train ride…”
Leaving Russia and heading back for Paris! What is awaiting the two once they return home? Both Mia and Erik have production to get ready for!
Erik: Let us also not forget what became of Daroga and my beloved feline.
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