Post by Christine Daaé on Jul 30, 2012 4:22:20 GMT -5
It had been several months since Christine had actually seen Érik there at the manor, and much had changed since then. While she now knew that it was nearly impossible for this to be Érik's doing in bringing them all here, that did not change the danger which lingered if he should discover Raoul's being in the manor as well. It was for this reason that the girl had made up her mind that she must visit him again, for fear that he would grow too suspicious and come looking for her, only to discover her fiancé...
She had managed to regain a bit of her strength since going to the village. She needed it if she was to ever hope to be able to convince Érik that there was no reason for him to fret. If she were to upset him, the results could be catastrophic. She had to be able to leave without arousing his suspicions, though she really was not sure how she and Raoul and Mamma Valérius were going to leave at all in light of the.... recent situation.
She made her way to the lift that she had taken to Monsieur Lenoir's home when she had brought him the basket of sweets before and entered, looking upon all of the buttons and the names next to them. At the very bottom of all of those buttons was come with only one name next to it: Érik. She pressed the button and the lift began to move, downward and downward, until finally it stopped and the doors reopened. Taking a deep breath, she strode down the short corridor until she reached a familiar looking door at the and and, resting a moment with her hand on the knob, opened it to enter that replica of the House on the Lake.
She glanced around the room, not quite sure of what she should expect to see. How upset would he be exactly that she had been away so long without coming to visit? “Érik?,” she called softly, fiddling with the plain gold ring on her finger. She had continuously worn the thing, as she had promised him, thinking that it would at least pacify him to some extent. “Érik, are you in here?... 'm sorry that I have been gone for so long....” She moved about the house, looking it over. It didn't seem like he was home at the moment, which was quite an odd thing for him. Surely he would be back soon. Érik had never left his underground home for very long...
Deciding that it would be best for her to simply wait for him to return, the girl opened the door of the Louis-Philippe room and sat down for a moment in one of the plain mahogany beeswaxed chairs and looked about the room. It had of course been kept in a very meticulous order, as Érik ha always been quite good for doing so. Pulling herself back up to a standing position, she went over to a shelf and skimmed along the titles with her hand, stopping and selecting one before she returned to her seat and cracked it open, beginning to read, waiting Érik to return.
She had managed to regain a bit of her strength since going to the village. She needed it if she was to ever hope to be able to convince Érik that there was no reason for him to fret. If she were to upset him, the results could be catastrophic. She had to be able to leave without arousing his suspicions, though she really was not sure how she and Raoul and Mamma Valérius were going to leave at all in light of the.... recent situation.
She made her way to the lift that she had taken to Monsieur Lenoir's home when she had brought him the basket of sweets before and entered, looking upon all of the buttons and the names next to them. At the very bottom of all of those buttons was come with only one name next to it: Érik. She pressed the button and the lift began to move, downward and downward, until finally it stopped and the doors reopened. Taking a deep breath, she strode down the short corridor until she reached a familiar looking door at the and and, resting a moment with her hand on the knob, opened it to enter that replica of the House on the Lake.
She glanced around the room, not quite sure of what she should expect to see. How upset would he be exactly that she had been away so long without coming to visit? “Érik?,” she called softly, fiddling with the plain gold ring on her finger. She had continuously worn the thing, as she had promised him, thinking that it would at least pacify him to some extent. “Érik, are you in here?... 'm sorry that I have been gone for so long....” She moved about the house, looking it over. It didn't seem like he was home at the moment, which was quite an odd thing for him. Surely he would be back soon. Érik had never left his underground home for very long...
Deciding that it would be best for her to simply wait for him to return, the girl opened the door of the Louis-Philippe room and sat down for a moment in one of the plain mahogany beeswaxed chairs and looked about the room. It had of course been kept in a very meticulous order, as Érik ha always been quite good for doing so. Pulling herself back up to a standing position, she went over to a shelf and skimmed along the titles with her hand, stopping and selecting one before she returned to her seat and cracked it open, beginning to read, waiting Érik to return.
