Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Aug 21, 2012 21:28:23 GMT -5
Erik lifted Roselin off the horse and then led her to the waiting gondola. The water was black and cold and shiny. A few dim lights sone onto the shiny surface and glimmered . Erik stepped into the boat and offered a hand to Roselin, then they pushed away from the shore and onto the smooth surface of the lake. There was virtually no sound except that of Erik pushing the water with the long oar.
They went down several canal like passages through the lake and finally came upon a large stone edifice. Erik was actually excited. It was like home...it was home! It would be perfect if only Christine were here. He sighed. He didn't expect that she would be here.
Erik moored the boat in front of his home and offered a hand to Roselin to come out of the boat. He gestured toward the door to indicate that was where they were going. He opened the door and went in to a dark room. He lit some oil lamps and then the gas lights which adorned the place. The inside was all made of stone and had different areas. His organ was in one area and there were bedrooms off to one side of the place.
Erik took off his hat and cape and hung it up. He was wearing a suit of black, a dark red waistcoat and an opera cap. His coat was formal, with tails. He had a dark ascot at his neck. The mask of course was firmly in place. Roselin started to chatter in her usual way and Erik listened patiently. Erik wasn't sure what she was talking about, but as much as he liked silence, she cheered him a bit. She was not afrraid of him and she was very pleasant. It would be a good thing to spend some time with her. She was a nice child, he thought. "Would Roselin care for some tea while Erik plays the organ?" He smiled behind his mask and his eyes smiled too and glinted yellow.
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Roselin A. Soulle
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Aug 27, 2012 1:10:10 GMT -5
Roselin sat on the gondola, excited to see what she would see further. The sound of nothing but the water movement was slightly hypnotizing... that and so calm and quite she could have fallen asleep to it. However, respectively, she stayed wide away though she did sway slightly to the beat of the water movement. Also to keep herself occupied, she thought of her horse ride and how much she enjoyed it and would wish to ride it again.
Roselin took Erik's hand thankfully as she stepped out of the gondola. She hadn't been on boats many times except for when she went on Erik Lenoir's boat, but all the trips seemed rather pleasant. She nodded silently to him when he gestured toward the door that then soon went through. The darkness was slightly unsettling at first, reminding her a bit of the dark forest outside but then all was well again when Erik lit lit a few oil and gas lights. It was rather pretty... in a sort of darkish and creepy way. She began to ramble on as Erik hung up his cape and hat.
"Your home is so cool, even though of course I have never been in it before. But to see it in real life is really neat, I never thought I would get a chance to see it, like many of the others. I wonder who's floor, or rather, home I get to see next. If any of the others at all. But I think its so cool and yet to strange that you guys have your own places here... though strangely my room is here as well. But hey, I guess home is home, right? Anyways, I'll stop talking now. I could really talk for a long time though I try not to, I often don't succeed though. Its just hard for me to stop talking." She said then paused when he asked her if she would like tea while he played the organ. Roselin got very excited at hearing the news of getting to hear him play the organ. "Oh no thank you, but it would be so awesome to hear you play." She said happily.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Aug 31, 2012 15:13:58 GMT -5
Roselin started to speak in her very busy way as soon as Erik had the lights on. When she spoke like that, he could barely keep up, for she was speaking English and not only that, but using words that were unfamiliar to him.
"Erik's house is cool?" asked Erik. "Would it be more pleasant if Erik would light the fireplace?" He opened the fireplace damper and stirred the ashes, adding another piece of dry wood to the stone fireplace and started it on fire with some dry shavings and a lit match.
She had said she wanted tea, and he hung a pot of water over the fire to boil. He prepared two cups and set them on a table with a tea ball of tea leaves in each. Then, in waiting for the tea to boil, Erik went to his organ and started to play and sing. He was in a good mood and his music was a bit lighter than usual. He played for quite some time, becoming lost in the music, and quite forgot about Roselin and the tea he was planning to prepare...
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Roselin A. Soulle
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Oct 7, 2012 20:17:11 GMT -5
Roselin giggled slightly when Erik was confused and didn't understand what she meant by cool. She couldn't help but find it slightly amusing. "That's not really what I meant but its alright." She said, giggling and shrugging slightly. She watched as he put the tea pot over the fire and she smiled at it slightly, she always thought it neat to see tea being done in such an old fashioned way.
Roselin saw him walk to his organ and begin to play it, then sing. Her eyes widened slightly and her jaw dropped ajar. How absolutely weird! His voice really was mystical like... almost feeling like she was floating on her back in gentle water, floating endlessly on by. But she was taken out of the sort of trance when the tea post had started to whistle high pitched. She saw that Erik was still very into his music, so she decided to be nice and let him continue his music and that she could take care of the tea for him. She had never had to take a tea pot off a fire before.
Roselin took the pot off, the top metal not unbearably hot. She quickly took it out and started to walk but made the mistake of it slipping and put her hand underneath it to support it and burned herself. Roselin gasped and yelped loudly, accidentally dropping the tea pot. The hot water splashed onto the ground, some of it splashed and burned her legs and feet. Roselin yelped again and jumped back. The tea pot luckily did not shatter, but did crack in several places. "Oh my gosh! I am sorry I didn't mean to drop it! I was only trying to move it for you so you could continue to play your music! Oh man, I am so stupid! I am so sorry! Ug.." Roselin on the verge of tears from the pain and from embarrassment and held on to the parts of skin as much as she could that had been burned by the water.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Oct 7, 2012 20:56:49 GMT -5
Erik was so much into his music that he didn't hear the tea pot whistle. Or if he did, it was heard unconsciously. He kept on singing and playing. But suddenly he heard a yelp and a scream and a clunking sound. He stopped playing immediately.
He came near the fireplace and saw what had happened. He picked up Roselin, for he saw the redness on her legs where the boiling water had hurt her. It looked painful, but not serious. He took her into the bridal suite that he had prepared for Christine and laid her on the beautiful swan bed. Lighting a lamp at the bedside, he motioned to her to lay quietly and he went to the ice box for ice. He put it in a canvas ice bag and put it on her legs. Then he took off her shoes and socks and covered her with a blanket.
"Roselin must be quiet and then she will recover." He also brought a jar of salve for the burns and rubbed a thin layer of it on the sore spots. "Does Roselin wish to read?" He brought her several books from his extensive collection and laid them on the bed.
Then Erik went to wipe the floor clean up. He put another tea kettle of water to boil on the fireplace and reaturned to his music.
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Roselin A. Soulle
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Oct 7, 2012 21:40:27 GMT -5
Roselin whimpered slightly when Erik came and saw the disaster. She felt overwhelmingly pathetic and embarrassed, she had made a mess. She didn't move at all against Erik's kind actions. She hid her face slightly against his chest, her eyes shut tightly. She muffled quiet apologizes as he carried her and finally opened her eyes again a moment after he had set her down on the bed. Her blue eyes looked on sadly and the white of her eye slightly red.
Roselin nodded quietly when he motioned for her to stay quiet. She whimpered slightly as he left her side, the pain still great and glanced at her skin that was red and sore. She felt horrible, both because of the mess she had created and for messing up and getting herself hurt. She winced slightly when he had come back to her side and had placed a ice bag on her burns. She watched silently as he took of her shoes and socks and covered her with a blanket. The warm blanket over her suddenly made her feel very sleepy.
"Thank you... and again I am so sorry.." She said quietly, still very embarrassed. He then told her that she needed to be quiet and recover. She nodded and watched as he lefter he side again and then brought a jar. One of her eye brows rose slightly but then she winced when he put the salve on her burns. Erik then had asked her if she wanted to read and she shrugged slightly. She watched as he placed several books never to her and she smiled slightly, tiredness starting to creep onto her features. "Thank you again, Erik." She said quietly before he left. She snuggled down beneath the blanket, her head mostly covered by it. She was lulled to sleep from the soothing warmth.
Roselin then heard the music. Music that shapes dreams and the world. She slowly closed her eyes, listening to the music that made her crave rest like a lullaby even though it wasn't quite lullaby music. Finally, she closed her eyes for the last time before falling into a deep, music filled sleep. Her mind pulled away from the real world, a world she once thought to be fantasy into another world. Into sleep, she came to a world of new music filling her head, of sunset clouds and pools of stars that dreamed of being reached. It was a beautiful thing to dream and sleep, and such music gave such dreams. However, as magnificent as her sleep was, she could wake up at any moment. Her burns still pained her greatly and continuously threatened to wake her each time she moved and something brushed against the burns. But she would be alright.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Oct 26, 2012 19:53:58 GMT -5
Roselin, it seemed to Erik, was feeling somewhat embarrassed about spilling the water and hurting herself. He himself thought nothing of it at all except for the fact that she had been hurt. He didn't like that at all, but she was going to be all right He knew the salve he put on would heal her quickly. And her burns had not been bad ones.
Erik then played some music, albeit from the other room, that he hoped would have the effect of putting the girl to sleep. Sleep is healing, he knew. He played some soft sow selections and expected that after a bit she would be asleep. He stopped playing after an expecially slow and quiet piece. Then he walked silently and opened her door, his candle flickering and sending its pale light upon her sleeping face. Satisfied that she was asleep, Erik closed the door quietly.
He went back to his organ and started to write music, without playing it, simply writing it as it played itself out in his head. He was writing a masterpiece, an opera of immense proportions. It would take much time to finish it. He would have to not only think of the acting, the singing of the major parts, the chorus parts, the dancers' coreography, but also each instrument that he wanted in the orchestra. The story was not even completely finished, although he had a good idea where it would end. But there was indeed a great deal to do before he even finished the basic story, let alone the whole opera. However, he was not in a greawt hurry to finish as he was enjoying the whole process of writing and composing.
Erik was up all night compoing and barely remembered anything else. He sat down at a chair outside of Roselin's room, with only his candle for company. Finally, the late hour and the flickerng soft glow of the candle put Erk to sleep.
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Feb 24, 2013 17:38:43 GMT -5
Roselin's eyes opened for the first time since she had fallen asleep. She yawned quietly and stretched, then laid peacefully for a moment in the silence. Her eyes then opened wide when she saw she wasn't in her room and jumped up, but then once she did, she thought of before she fell asleep and then remembered where she was.
She looked down at her legs where there was a light red, much better than the deep red that had been there before. Roselin peaked out of the door where she saw Erik sitting next to the door, fast asleep. She smiled and found that this was a lovely opportunity. She sat back on her bed and quickly but quietly put her socks and shoes on again, being careful of her burns. She then quietly left the room, putting together her operation in her head.
Roselin got to the gondola and carefully stepped onto it, grabbing the staff before hand. "This is going to be interesting..." She said quietly to herself. She then began to push slowly, but as quickly as she could, trying to make minimal noise. It was much harder than it looked but she accomplished getting to the other side without tipping over. She then jumped off and ran as quickly, but still quietly as she could - in case Erik had really good hearing. It almost felt like forever till she got to the metal doors to the elevator.
She went strait to the kitchen and she knew she had to cook fast if she were to get it there on time. She popped in four pieces of bread in the toaster and while those toasted, she got out peach jam from the fridge and filled two glasses with slightly watered down orange juice. Then the toast popped up and Roselin ran to them and place two on two plates. Then (like a ninja) got out a butter knife and buttered up the toast nicely and then smothered them with the peach jam. And now for the fun part, getting this all back to Erik. She got one orange juice in one hand, folding her arm some so she could rest the two plates on top of each other on her arms, then left with the other orange juice in hand.
Roselin traveled back to the elevator, carefully clicking the buttons without knocking anything from her plates and when down to Erik's floor once again and made her way back down to the gondola, going as quickly as she could without spilling or having anything fall. And now for the even trickier part, which was getting it onto the gondola and getting it safely to the table by Erik. She got her feet a little wet but went in the water a bit to place the food and drinks closer to the other end, safely on the bottom. Then got the pole and carefully got onto the gondola and made her way back to Erik. It seemed that she had gotten there in just the nick of time, Erik was lightly stirring by the time she had gotten all of the food and drinks safely to the table. Though the plates had almost fallen from time to time and the drinks spilled a bit here and there. It still all got there and she stood by the table smiling proudly, she did alright.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Mar 3, 2013 16:53:48 GMT -5
Erik was a light sleeper, but this night, which was rightfully morning, he did not awaken as his young guest had stealthily crept away on a mission of her own making. His dreams threaded in and out, back and forth with some of the scenes which had played out in reality in the mansion, with those which had not as yet come to pass.
He saw Christine and took her in his arms as they danced while an orchestra played. She whispered that she loved him and kissed her fingers, then gently placed them on his heart. His heart soared with love. Then Raoul entered and stole Christine away from Erik. He jumped in the gondola, going after them, seeking to steal her back. And then the scene faded and melted into Roselin's sweet smiling face. She was cleaning his home, busily sweeping the floor with a broom, when she slipped and fell into the fire, boiling water burning her legs. She screamed and Erik ran to her...but it was too late...
Erik stirred in his sleep, moaning as one terrible scene came after another. Finally he opened his eyes with a start and saw Roselin standing by the table. "Oh, is Roselin all right?:" he cried. He ran to her and saw that she was fine ... and smiling. He calmed himself and looked on the table. "What is this?" Then he smiled beneath the mask, and it was evident by his voice that he was smiling. "Has Roselin made breakfast magically appear on the table?"
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on May 1, 2013 14:22:38 GMT -5
Roselin was momentarily started when Erik suddenly jumped up and ran to her and asked if she was alright. She had forgotten about the burns on her legs and laughed a little. "Are you talking about my legs from yesterday? Yeah, their fine." She said happily. Roselin was completely oblivious to the fact that he had been having terrifying nightmares, it never even crossed her mind.
He then asked her if she had magically made breakfast appear on the table. At this, Roselin laughed and giggled. "Oh yes, didn't I tell you that I am a magician too? Nah, I am just kidding. I got breakfast of course, wasn't all that hard. I hope you like toast with peach jam. Oh but I am going to have to after breakfast I am afraid. Lenoir will be looking for me to do our lessons." She said somewhat happily, happy to go see Lenoir but sad that she had to leave. "I also am very grateful for your hospitality, your awesome." She said and giggled as she sat down at the table.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on May 2, 2013 22:05:31 GMT -5
Erik was pleased at the girl's generosity and the fact that she was not badly burned. But still, he was concerned. "Will Roselin let Erik see her legs? They must not become infected. But after breakfast, if she is not in pain. And yes, Erik does enjoy peach jam on his toast. Roselin is very kind." He was proud of the girl. She was not morbidly curious, as Christine had been, in trying to rip off his mask.
Roselin had mentioned that she did not wish to b e late for her lesson with Lenoir. He had heard the name, but had no idea who this was. He had no idea that he too was a Phantom, as Erik himself was. He decided it must b e a teacher, perhaps in the village.
Then he realized something else, Roselin must have gone back to the mansion to procure the food for breakfast. "Did Roselin cross the lake in Erik's gondola? Erik must ask her to never, never do that again. It is most dangerous! And now, so she will be safe, after breakfast, and after Erik inspects her burned legs to make sure they are not infected, Roselin must come with Erik as she returns to the mansion."
Erik retired to his bedroom for a moment and exchanged his ceramic and cloth mask for a black silk one which he could untie at the bottom and eat behind, without anyone seeing his face. It was a bit troublesome, but well worth it because he would not frighten anyone that way with his deformed and bizarre face.
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on May 11, 2013 20:53:25 GMT -5
"Mhm!" Roselin said, then look at him while smiling when he said that he did like peach jam. Peach jam was really good, she use to have it all the time at her home in the village... her dad really liked peach jam but then after her mother died, he switched to grape jam. That's when she knew things could never possibly be the same.
Erik then asked her if she had rode in the gondola alone. Roselin was about to reply back happily when he then scorned her about going alone because it was dangerous for her. The young blonde pouted for a moment, not missing being scorned by people, then sighed a bit and nodded. "Okay." She said nodding, not wanting to make Erik upset. Roselin sat down when Erik went to his bedroom and got herself situated then smiled when he came back out with a different mask. "Bon appetite!" She said, sweeping her arm over the table and giggled.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on May 26, 2013 13:15:48 GMT -5
The two unlikely friends ate their meal together. Erik used the black silk mask to cover his face as he ate. He wondered what she thought of that. She seemed to be quite well adjusted for a girl with a family that had rejected her. Unlike Erik. His mother hadn't really rejected him, She had grown to love h im, but failed to give him much affection and he was terribly isolated as a child. He had no other children to play with. Perhaps that is why he was so drawn to Roselin. She was happy and funny and delightful. What a kind and thoughtful little girl. He wondered, though, would she be so kind and helpful if she saw his face? He doubted it and did not care to find out the answer to that rhetorical question.
They finished the meal and Erik put his ceramic mask back on. "Is Roselin ready to return to the mansion?"
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Jun 26, 2013 19:43:07 GMT -5
Roselin ate the breakfast happily. Sure, it was a fairly quiet sit down, but that would probably be expected of with a phantom that came from a silent film. As they ate, she wondered how many of the phantoms new that they were from books and movies and such... or any of the characters for the matter. How would they take it if they were to find out?
Then again, she had rambled on about it to Lenoir, he seemed more confused by it more than anything... which would be expected of with the was she goes on and on about things and the whole situation anyways. After all... if someone walked up to her and told her she didn't start out real, she would be fairly confused too! Erik finished before she did and she paused to down the rest of her orange juice then smiled and nodded. "Want me to bring the plates and stuff with me?"
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