((I LIVE!!! Yes, I have been away for quite a while, but when I was finally enough into the swing of college life the guilds went down. Are people still wanting to continue the RPG? Well, I'm going to go ahead and post so that people may respond to it if they wish.))
~*~Erik~*~
Walking through the dimly lit hidden corridors, Erik tried to decide whether he really wished to observe today's practices. He knew that they were going to be horrible. The first day was always horrible, and he doubted very much that he would be able to restrain himself very well if he saw people butchering his composition. He doubted that Antoinette would appreciate him picking off some of her dancers during rehearsals.
He sighed and gazed at the low ceiling of the passage he was in. After the previous night he was not certain how to think of the woman anymore. For about twenty years she had been true to her word and kept absolutely silent about the truth concerning him, and he had never doubted that she would continue to keep his secrets. She had risked herself on many occassions to protect him. She had been protecting him ever since she'd witnessed his murder of the Gypsy man. After so many years, what else was he supposed to expect from her?
"Perhaps that is part of the problem," he mused quietly as he wandered slowly down the hall. He remained aware of his surroundings, but his mind was not focused on external events. "I expected things to be as they always were, but what I did last night was extremely out of character for me. Certainly it was not what was expected. Making such an appearance was dangerous and incredibly foolish. If even a few of those fools on the stairs had managed to keep their wits about them I would have been done for even with the sword. When I behave in such an out of character manner I can only expect that those who know me will do the same to respond to my unusual actions."
Even in his own mind that reasoning sounded weak and desperate. He wanted to believe that Antoinette still wished to protect him, and the majority of him believed that she truly did. However, with her previous night's betrayal a small space in his mind had become filled with doubt and suspicion. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered that one such betrayal could lead to an even greater one later on, and it even began to go further to muse about whether it had been wise to leave the woman alive.
Quickly he squashed that thought and shoved it from his mind. He could never even consider killing her. He owed the woman too much for all that she had done for him over the year. Even if she ever managed to destroy all of his feelings of almost brotherly affection for her he could never harm her simply because of the great debt he owed to her.
Deciding to skip the practice for today, he changed his path so that it took him more towards the dormatories. He did not care about watching any of the ballet dancers, but he wanted to see Christine.
~*~Martine~*~
"But how come nobody seemed to recognize him? even with that mask on there must have been something that would have identified him to someone who knew him." The man had worn a crimson colored costume while nearly everyone else had dressed themselves in some variation of white, black, and gold. There was really only one other person she could remember who had been similarly conspicuous.
"I take my previous statement back..." she said in a quieter tone. "There was one person who seemed to recognize him. Christine certainly seemed to recognize him, and up until he ripped the chain from her neck she seemed almost happy to see him. Their costumes even seemed to almost go together."
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