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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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Okay here we go! Chapter six! So you should know the drill by now! Erik what do I own?
Erik: Nothing but her original character Mia, and a few others.
Erik do I own you?
Erik/laughs/
Figured. So thank you all for the reviews! I hope you keep it up after reading this chapter. A fare warning, I very rarely plan the details of my chapters in advance. Someone asked me this, and the answer is no. I can’t tell you what exactly is going to happen. In all truth I think that ruins the story’s affect. So please read and review, including all you ghost readers! So here is chapter six, enjoy phans!
“Tea?”
When Mia offered Erik the beverage he paused to wonder if he had ever been asked that before. Had he, in over fifty years of life, been asked if he wanted tea? Had anyone ever offered? Running over a mental checklist Erik tried desperately to recall. His mother had never offered him anything, or for that matter gave willingly. Under the roof of the man he remembered as father, the rules had always been self serve. Nadir Khan’s house was always warm to Erik, but as he remembered Nadir had always served Erik tea without giving any request.
“Yes.” Watching the artist walk to the side of her room that housed the small samovar Erik continued to look over some of her sketches. After two solid days of thinking about Christine, and sets, and all of his pervious encounters with woman Erik had decided that not returning to Mademoiselle Sclar’s room was for the best. However, around the fourth hundred pace through his bedroom, he had recalled every detail of their previous encounter.
Erik searched his memory, retraced every step he might have taken in her room. The entire time, that Mia had been fully awake, her eyes never wandered to his mask. Direct eye contact was held, unless Erik purposely tried to break it.
Their conversation had also roused him from going forth with his decision. She was very headstrong and unlike any woman Erik had heard of or encountered. The khanum had by far been one of the boldest women he head ever met, but Mia was far more different. He could tell by her designs and the tone of her voice that she was full of passion. He recognized that passion all artists in all forms possessed this passion. Erik possessed it in many fields, Christine despite Erik’s earliest beliefs had possessed it. With much training and, to Erik’s dismay, patience Christine’s full potential had come out. It was only by her passion to triumph with voice that allowed her to succeed. Erik had just been her angel of music, the one who encouraged her. That was all he was to her. Nothing more now, now she had her fop, her Raoul.
That very thought had caused Erik to halt his pacing. Christine did not need him. Erik had come to terms with this weeks ago, and now he was living for himself. Could he not share his artistic accomplishments with a fellow artist, if not for her but for his own will?
Perhaps the lack of morphine was making him behave more irrationally and more out of his senses then he realized.
Despite what the truth might have been Erik had shown up at her door shortly after nightfall.
“I-I didn’t expect you to come back, especially through the door.” Mia commented letting him in and shutting the door.
“If your being honest, then so shall I. I did not plan on returning, at least this soon. You are also right. I feel awkward coming in through that door. Too many people lurking about.” Erik sighed already plotting other ways to get in the room. She did have a mirror. Why let a classic die?
“I figured that might pose a small issue for your situation.” Mia spoke rushing past Erik to tidy up. “You’ll have to excuse this mess.” She sighed picking up some sketches that littered the floor near her easel. “I’ve been in Paris a few months, but I have yet to get some things in a proper place.”
“It’s quite fine. In fact if those are your sketches, I would not mind terribly if you left them out.” Erik requested looking at the orange cat that he had stepped on a few nights before. The tabby was looking at him with mild curiosity as it kept its place on the bed.
“You wish to see them?” Mia asked in a slight timid voice Erik had not heard from her before.
“If you don’t mind.”
“N-no! Of course not!” Mia stammered spreading them out on the bed beside the cat. “Some of them are rather old, some are from when I was a child.”
Erik nodded looking at some of the yellow edged papers. “I do believe there is a rule about having animals in the opera house dormitories.” Erik commented gesturing with his head to the feline.
Mia froze and turned to stare at him. The look on her face reminded Erik of a child who just had its candy taken away. “You-you wouldn’t say anything, would you?”
“My dear, who would I tell?”
“The managers.”
“No I would not.” Erik turned away looking at a sketch of an elderly woman. “I don’t like them. Besides I love cats.” He smiled below the edge of his mask, as he scratched between the feline’s ears.
“I figured.” Mia smiled. “So you have one then?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Mia opened her mouth to answer, but instead a laugh came out. Her laugh was so natural and melodic. It was pure music in Erik’s ears. “Let’s just say your cloak gave it away.”
Snapping out of his daze the opera ghost looked at the ends of his cloak. He had noticed Ayesha was clawing lately; it was only a matter of time before a tore end would appear on his carpet to match his cloak. ‘Oh well’ it was only another thing for Erik to add to his list of things for Jules to bring him next month.
“Tea?” Erik lifted his head. It was a strange question for him to be asked, but he would accept her offer.
“Yes.” He watched Mia walk over to the samovar to prepare the drink as he continued to flip through her sketches. They were incredible. Most were designs Erik recognized from the sets, however some looked like they were met for a home. A few of the oldest looking papers held portraits of strangers to Erik’s eyes while others seemed so familiar.
Picking up one sketch Erik began to study every detail. It was a small group of children playing bare foot in the streets. Not recognizing any of the background Erik inquired, “Was this done in France?”
Mia who had been searching for a cup took a brief glance at the picture before replying. “Oh, no. That was not sketched far from the market area near my home. The children in my town use to play there all the time.”
“And where is home?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Russia.” Mia smiled handing him a cup of the steaming liquid with lemon. “Russian tea is alright then?”
“Yes. This is what I prefer.” Erik accepted bringing the cup to the misshapen lips that rested below his mask.
Both remained in silent company simply sipping their tea. The anticipation of speech was in the air, but neither had given into the temptation. Mia continued to sip her tea standing, eyes remaining on the floor. Slightly bewildered on what to do or say Erik continued to look at her sketches. She was no longer making eye contact. Was she troubled by his presence? He did not exactly give notice that he would show up at all, nonetheless tonight. Wondering if he should make his excuses and leave, Erik noticed once again the orange cat sitting on the bed.
“I never did inquire your room mate’s name?” Erik gestured with his free hand to the bed.
“Oh,” With mentioning of the cat, Mia looked up at once into Erik’s eyes. “You may call him Brian, or mashugina kitty.”
“Mashugina?” Erik asked remembering his Russian. “Ah I see, Jewish.”
“Well, my mother was. So yes, technically I am Jewish.”
“What about religiously?” Erik inquired.
“So are we back to the questions?” Mia laughed.
“Perhaps. However, my dear, this time we will alternate one question in turn, agreed?”
“Agreed.” Mia nodded. Each took a sip of their tea in silence.
“Well?”
“You asked your question already.” Mia reminded, “Now it’s my turn, I was merely thinking of one.”
“No. You still did not answer my question about your religious preference.” Erik pointed out.
“Ah, but you first asked the question about my cat’s name, and before that where my picture was drawn, and where my home was. So ha!”
“Ha?”
Mia let out her small laugh again. “Yes, ha! I am right, am I not?”
Erik smiled. “I suppose you are.”
“So then Monsieur Erik, are you ready for my first question?”
“Fire away.”
/Stretch/ Okay there you go! I’m not so sure about this chapter, so let me know if you guys liked it or not. Once again your reviews really do help! So please leave me some. I promise you phans that if I get lots of reviews I tend to update quicker…possibly by Friday. Hey, No promises, but soon! So you’ll have to review!
I outsmarted them Erik! Bribery is the key!
Erik: You poor pathetic girl…
I know, college students are broke!
Erik: No I met poor as in…oh hell, never mind.
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