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Post by ladybarbossa on Nov 6, 2012 1:32:22 GMT -5
It truly was nice to finally dance with someone. Edouard was no dancer and rarely danced at gatherings with her. Many people expected it as much as they expected her to sing at least one song. Her Husband was not as light on his feet as this tall Erik. It brought a smile to her face that she could enjoy such a rare moment to dance with someone of equal standing.
Ahhh... finally! He looked at her. That caused a weak smile to spread upon her lips. Perhaps she was reaching him in some manner or fashion. But that smile faded as he spoke once again about no faith. "Surely you must have some inkling of faith. For if you did not have faith or even hope, then you would not be here." Her own eyes looked away from him to gaze off distantly as they danced, recalling the hell she had to endure when her father died. She thought then that faith and hope and trust had left her. What was the point of living if all that she had was gone? Turning her gaze back to look upon his masked face. He sounded so egotistical which should that even surprise her? A slight smile appeared upon her lips once again as she felt the shift of his hand. It was at this point, she allowed the music to flow from her to hum and sing a song without words that would meld with their dancing. At this point she closed her eyes and let him lead her upon the dance floor as she sang.
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Erik Spectre
Don Juan Triumphant
One must get used to everything in life, even eternity...
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Post by Erik Spectre on Nov 7, 2012 22:46:49 GMT -5
Érik's eyebrows raised with bemusement, but he looked away, frowning. "I... only have faith in the power of music," he replied hesitantly. "Nothing more."
He was surprised when the woman began to hum. He shouldn't' have been particularly shocked, considering the fact that if there were so many women named Christine with similar histories in the manor, they should hardly share differing occupations. Indeed, she had a beautiful tone, but he could tell she'd been out of practice for some time. He became aware, however, that as she continued to hum she grew more confident and skilled. He was quite impressed.
He began to waltz to the tempo of her song, and the music in his head switched from the simple waltz melody he had played to a full orchestral instrumentation of her tune. His lips pressed together.
"I quite like that," he said unexpectedly, for it was quite a surprise to himself. He looked down at her. "What is it?"
((OOC: I'm just assuming she's improvising and Erik is being an airhead. ;D Correct me if she's actually humming something legit that Erik would obviously recognize.))
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Post by ladybarbossa on Nov 8, 2012 23:14:29 GMT -5
As she continued to dance with the very tall lanky man, her finger flexed in his hand while still watching him. Feeling a little embarrassed or uncomfortable herself but forced such unwanted sensations from her. It was the sort of thing no dancer should ever think about when dancing. "At least you have faith in something," she said softly that it was practically a whisper as she looked away from him with a smile in the direction they were going.
The smile grew slightly as she realized they were dancing to her tune. Closing her eyes as she felt the movement, letting herself go and feel the music. Only did she sigh and lose the smile when the masked man inquired about the song. "I have often heard my son play this song," she began and paused. The thought of Gustave clearly caused her sadness. "He tells me he hears the music in his mind." A strained, weak smile as she kept her eyes closed in a desperation not to cry. "He loved playing his music for me," and held her tongue from telling Erik how much she missed her little miracle boy while squeezing her eyes shut to ward off the tears. She stopped humming or singing the tune for it truly pained her now.
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