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Post by Erik Lavalais on Feb 5, 2013 23:23:53 GMT -5
Erik relaxed. He'd been in this room a couple of times. This particular little sitting room had a lovely baby grand piano in the corner of the room, just next to a window shrouded in sheer lace curtains. He settled on its bench, taking in the musty sweet smell of the antiquated sitting room. It felt nice, to sit in such a quiet, dimly lit room.
Erik set his foot on the pedal, and his hands on the keys. Slowly, he felt the slick ivory slide beneath his fingertips. It was..it was wonderful, the way that the instrument felt. He loved instruments. The elation he felt when playing an instrument was the closest he would get to ecstasy.
Gently, he started playing a song he knew well: Chopin's Raindrop Prelude. It was a very emotional song, a song that Erik excelled at. He absolutely adored Chopin's preludes...But Mozart had to be one of his favourites.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Feb 14, 2013 22:54:31 GMT -5
It was another day yet in the manor. Still no way of getting out of this place, Christine had been here for Months already and she sighed and got dressed into her only dress she arrived in. Opening the door to her room she left it and entered the hallway. Then she closed the door and she decided to explore a little more.
Within the Few months she was here Christine had met so many interesting people with the same name. Though a few had been mostly Christine's and Eriks. This place was very strange, Very strange indeed. As she walked down the steps, she heard music playing somewhere.
The young woman had followed the music and she smiled softly. Recognizing its tune. Christine sighed and she continued to follow it into a new room she had never been to before. Christine smiled and she listened to the young man play.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Feb 16, 2013 14:10:31 GMT -5
The slow, sweet section melted away, and went on to the secondary theme. It was darker, deeper, more heart-rending. Erik closed his eyes, leaning into the keys. It started soft, building...building up and up to create a fantastic and majestic climax of thunderous low notes that stirred his soul. He could relate to it. The minor key, the pain in the lower notes, the empty feeling in the upper hand...His life seemed to be going that way lately. But no matter. All his troubles must melt away, he must focus solely on the music. And then, after all of the storminess of the section, Erik brought the song back to it's original sweet and charming pattern. The Raindrop Prelude...aptly named, for sure. He smiled as he came to the final chord of the piece, and lifted his hands.
Erik sighed, looking down at the keys. What was he to play next? He couldn't think of anything at the moment. The music had gotten to him. His mind was off in another place, a place where he couldn't be tormented by the ghosts of his past and present. He missed Persia...he never had to worry about anyone but the Shah and the little Sultana and Teressa. Sometimes the Khanum, but that was only on occasion. But here...here there were so many others who he had to know, others he must worry about, people he had to impress, people he had to stay away from...
It was so much trouble, living here.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Feb 22, 2013 16:00:07 GMT -5
While she remained on leaning against the doorframe, Christine tilted her head in curiosity and she said nothing for a moment. He was very talented and she smiled a bit more. Slowly leaning off the door frame Christine entered the room and looked about for sometime. Trying her best to keep silent and letting the man work on the Piano. This room was a room where she hadn't been before and she looked over at him every now and then as he thought upon what to play next.
Christine looked at the man and she smiled softly. "Having trouble thinking?" she asked in a small voice. Christine didn't want to frighten him and she came towards the piano and she said nothing else for sometime. "Forgive me if I had startled you, I....heard the music and I followed it in here..." she explained. "Did you write the other music?" she asked tilting her head. "My name is Christine...what's yours?" she asked still as she stared at him a little. Waiting for his answer.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Mar 6, 2013 17:51:25 GMT -5
Erik looked up at the sound of a woman's voice. She'd apparently heard him playing. Such was the danger of playing in a room that could be accessed by anyone, he supposed. He didn't particularly mind her presence. She was a young thing, and she seemed quiet. That was nice. A good change from all of the abrasive women he'd been meeting.
"No, I didn't write that...that was Frederic Chopin..." Erik stood, giving her a little bow. "Erik Lavalais." Christine, she called herself....there were SO many Christines. How was he supposed to keep track of them all? Well, at least he'd never forget quite a few names around here. There seemed to be a few Eriks, from what Teressa'd said, but he'd only ever met Lenoir, officially. He'd assumed that all of the masked gentlemen from the Christmas party were the other ones.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Mar 15, 2013 13:23:52 GMT -5
Christine eyed the man at the piano and she said nothing else for a moment. He was an interesting one, she had never come in contact with him before and she said nothing for a moment. Coming in further into the room she joined him by the piano.
Hearing that he didn't write the music she smiled a little. "Well, Monsieur you play it very well" she explained to him. When he stood and bowed to her she couldn't help but smile and she giggled softly. "An honor to meet you Monsieur Lavalais" she said grinning. "To cause less confusion with my name, most people here call me Giselle" she told him. "Giselle is my middle name" she said nodding her head. Christine then provided a playful curtsy and she giggled a little. "How long have you been here in the manor?" she asked tilting her head a little.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on May 16, 2013 22:40:51 GMT -5
"I..." Erik thought for a moment. "I've been here since last March, actually. And yourself?" He walked out from behind the piano, keeping a polite distance from her.
He looked her over. Small, blonde, demure...she seemed like she'd be quite shy, and yet she was the one to initiate conversation. Interesting...She was pretty, in her own way. And another named 'Christine'. There were so many Christines in this house, he was starting to lose count.
Erik cocked his head, continuing to study her. It would be interesting, perhaps, to get to know her a little better. Maybe she wasn't the shy little mouse he saw before him.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on May 30, 2013 0:20:58 GMT -5
As he Erik questioned her upon how long she's been here, Giselle blinked and she thought about it. "You know?" she began. "I don't really recall as much time of how long I've been here to be honest with you. Though my rough estimate would have to be about...three months?" she said softly. "Sadly I'm horrid at counting the days I've been here" she said laughing.
Giselle said nothing and she watched him as he stepped from the piano. She could tell he was studying her and Giselle said nothing for a short time. "Is there something wrong Monsieur?" she asked looking upon him worriedly. Her eyes continued to stare at him and she studied him for sometime.
The blonde stood there and she looked around her surroundings. Feeling extremely awkward at the moment and she said nothing. "Forgive me Monsieur, I also go by my middle name; Which is Giselle. You may call me that if you like" she said smiling. "I should have said that in the beginning... i'm sorry that I didn't..." she said in a small voice. "It would cause you less confusion considering upon how many Christine's are roaming about the area" she said to him. Still studying him as well. Giselle looked upon him and he was a different Erik than she had been seeing, he looked much different compared to the others.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Jun 17, 2013 22:30:17 GMT -5
Erik spoke up, then. "So you have said, Mademoiselle Giselle. I apologize, I didn't mean to seem rude." Erik smiled, extending his hand and taking up hers. "It is my very good pleasure to meet you and make your acquaintance." He swiftly brought the hand up to his lips and brushed over her knuckles lightly.
He let go of her hand quickly, so as not to seem forward, and clasped his hands behind his back. "So what brings you to this part of the Manor this afternoon? Not the weather, certainly...?" He motioned at the curtains, where you could just barely see the picturesque field and forest under the partly cloudy sky.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jun 19, 2013 0:04:32 GMT -5
As she stood there, Giselle watched him and she giggled. "Its perfectly alright Monsieur..." she said smiling a bit. "Your not rude in anyway.." she said to him and she watched him taking his hand and placing it in hers. Giving a light shake and she soon felt him kissing her hand. Her eyes closed a little and she grinned. "Its perfectly alright Monsieur Erik" she said softly to him.
Shrugging her shoulders, Giselle tucked back a stray hair out of her face and she looked over towards her. Her gaze followed his hand towards the curtains then back over at him. "I was just roaming around the manor. Its a beautiful place is it not?" she questioned softly. "And I had to just explore it a little more" she said in a small voice.
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