milliways_bar | A Genius, no really.

Well the brooding genius has an obsessed immortal passing by. Having been totally distracted as of late she still hasn't made any conections yet so when she sees him she offers a smile, "Morning" the book she is carrying is resting comfortably open to some page in the middle of the book.

Having no suspicions of Amanda just yet and to why she is obsessed over him, Erik gives her one of those charming smiles she liked so much before raising his glass to her, "Morning, mon cheri. How are you?" he asks calmly, his head still throbbing with pain.

It isn't him that she is obssesed over though she does find him interesting.

She returns his charming smile, which she does enjoy, with one of her own. Closing the book but marking her page with her finger, "Monsieur, Good Morning. I am doing well. Preoccupied" lifting the book to indicate what she is preoccupied with (a book on dream interpreatation), "But otherwise well. How about yourself?"

A dream book, Erik does not dream much and books like that would do him no good. He enjoys her company, more than she knows, "Tired. I have a headache that even my trusty glass of wine cannot fix." he frowns slightly at remembering how he got that headache. Paige, she was starting to turn on him.

Thats too bad because dreams are fun. Even nightmares have their place.

Placing her hand gently on his temple, "Oh you poor thing. Have you tried taking asprin?" she offers as a suggestion.

[OOC: did you get my message about the ret-con?]

"Asprin? No, I have not. Does it work?" he asks curiously, his boney fingers curling and uncurling them around the glass. Erik leans into her hand on his temple, the pressure relieves him slightly of the pain.

"Usually, yes." her smile widening as he leans into her touch. It seems to be helping. She orders two asprin and a glas of water from bar though she doesn't move her hand. If it's helping then there is no reason to move.

[OOC: thx. I'm at work with no IM. I will be on tonight though. Amanda is about to tell Barry about Paige and the rose and the dream. Is there any reason I should have it slip her mind for your plot?]

Erik stares at the pills, he has never really taken any medication before but he pops them into his mouth and reluctatnly downs the water. "Thankyou, my love." he closes his eyes, waiting for the medicine to set in and release him from the cramped feeling in his head.

How does he do that. He manages to call her my love without her recoiling. With everything that has been going on such a thing should bother her but it doesn't. Perhaps because it just seems to be his way.

"Your welcome." even though he has taken the asprin her hand still lingers on his temple for another moment before bringing it back to help support her book.

"I hope that other then the headache all is well with you."

"Things are well. I suppose I just miss Paris very much, I miss the Persian and the Opera House." he frowns a bit, staring down into his half-empty glass of wine. Indeed, he does miss Paris and this place would just take a while to get used too.

Her eyes shows that she pains for him. "I'm sorry that I can't take you back with me but since I am from your future I don't think you can."

And at this point something finally clicks. It's him, of course how could she have not put it together sooner. There is a clear look of recognition. Her hand finds its way to her mouth.

Erik glances up at her with a soft smile before noticing her hand going to her mouth, "What is it? Did I say something wrong, mon cheri?" he asks her in a concerened voice, he has no idea what was wrong with her.

"No not at all. I just...what they did was so horrible." she feels a twinge of guilt. She remembers the hunt for him. SHe may not have been part of it which is why the connection was only now made but still the poor dear.

"You still love Paris even after all that the people there put you through." she sounds amazed.

It all makes sense to him now, she was there when it all happened to him, and yet, she still spoke to him which amazed him. Erik downcasts his look from her now, his mouth dropping into another frown, the eye behind the mask sinking in light.

"Yes, I do. I loved her, I honestly did. I only killed to show her that, was it so wrong?" he merely asks himself more than asking her, "Paris is my home." he says finally with a deep sigh of grief. She was right, what they had done to him was horrible, no one should be subjected to that kind of hunt, to run for their life.

The question may not have been directed at her but she answers it non the less, "No it isn't. I've killed for those I love." Granted usually to protect them rather then prove her love but still she doesn't fault him for that.

"No one should be hunted like that." she smiles and looks at him, "I'm glad I had a chance to meet you."

Erik smiles at her kind nature, he truly enjoys it and enjoys that she understands his pain; the pain that he has suffered all his life. His freezing hands pat hers with an assuring smile, "Thankyou for your kindness, my love. No one has shown me such kindness since Madam Giry. It warms my heart, if not completely, but for a time."

That's right, Meg. Didn't Barry say that Erik isn't the one that had kidnapped Andrew last year.

Such a compliment. She has no idea how he manages to do it but she is speechless as the smallest blush appears on her cheeks.

Removing his hands from hers, he wraps his boney fingers back around his glass of wine, asking for a refill from the Bar. Pleased, he swishes it about and brings it to his nose for a wiff before sipping it.

He gives her a charming smile, "This place is much different from living under an Opera House." he remarks as his eyes glance around the Bar.

Her gaze wanders about the place, "This place is much different then living most places. It seems that it can be whattever one choses to make it. Though in time, for all it seems to become home." SHe has never really had one of those. Just places that she lived.

"I say, this place is just a gap between me and my real home. Paris cannot move on without the Phantom, even if they crave my blood." he smiles whistfully, actually missing the fear he instilled in others.

She looks very confused. She thought he was already dead. Was she mistaken, "So you will be ableto return then?" she smiles at the thought.

If he was dead ~~where he isn't because that's not where the mun left off at~~ then he would be mistaken to even think about going back home.

Erik shrugs lightly, "I do hope so, I would like to get my plays, my writings, and other things atleast." he nods to himself.

Amanda ~~and mun~~ was clearly mistaken. Perhaps one of those assumptions that she has been trying to avoid.

Part of her yearns to warn him. Let him know how and where it happens so that he can survive but she knows better. "I wonder what would happen if you were to find me in your time. Would I then get the memories now as Illyria does with Fred?" she muses. Before now the thought had never occured to her. Some of these people that she meets here are from the same time and places that she lived. How would knowing her now change things.

"I think you would have been less eager to find my friendship back in my time. People there feared me, some admired me, some were just captivated, but I instilled fear in all of them." he muses as well, a slightl smirk coming to his face as he remembers his past, "But, I am sure we would have ran into one another, either it be while my travelings incognito or you appearing at the Opera House." he nods, sipping his wine again.

It is true that she had attended the Opera on occasion so it is likely. "I'm sure you are correct."

[OOC: Will you be on in about 3 hours?]

Erik smiled at her, "But ofcourse, you are a very lovely woman, I am sure I would have seen you one way or another sooner or later." he nods finally.

She so did enjoy his smile, "Well I did look a bit different back then. You might not even have recognized me." The possibility of not being recognized was in fact how she came to have her current look.

[OOC: cool, I'll be on AIM then]

"I have seen many faces, my love, many and I have remembered them all." lightly, he runs a finger along her jawline, "I am sure you were exceptionally beautiful then, as you are now." he says in a low voice, it was true, if she had infact visited the Opera, he might have let his eyes gaze at her for a while before going back to the Opera infront of him.

"You are very kind. I suppose other then my hair and clothes I haven't changed much physically." Finally setting her book down on the Bar she orders a bookmark and a glass of red wine.

Then turning her attention back to Erik, "Do you have any plans for this Saturday Evening?"

Erik shakes his head ever so lightly, "I am afraid not. Not many people want to spend time with the Phantom, I assure you." he grins coldly before clinking his glass of wine with hers, "Cheers, my love." a charming smile as he sips.

She too sips after the toast. Watching that ever Charming smile, "Well I am having a Christmas Party out back. It will be under a tent with insolated walls. It starts at about 8:00pm would you do me the honor of having your presence at my party?"

Honored himself, Erik flushes at the cheeks slightly, "Why yes, my love, I would indeed." he brings her hand up to his chilly lips, giving her a kiss.

Her body shivers as his cool lips touch her warm hand.

She is beaming, "Wonderful. Is there any particular drink or dish that you would prefer?"

He swishes the wine about in his glass, "This wine would be lovely." he smiles at her, a content look on his face now.

Ask and ye shall recieve. "May I have a taste." it's innocent really. She just wants to know what wine to bring.

"I will be bringing most of the drinks from my own stock."

Erik delicately hands her his glass, his eyes following it as she tastes it.

She takes a small delicate and elagant sip. She smiles, "You have very fine taste." she names off some brand and year. "I think I have some in stock."

He claps his leather clad hands together, "Wonderful! I adore this brand, more so than my own back home." he beams, watching her sip and then taking the glass from her to drink from where she had. A glassy kiss, if not a real one.

How adorable.

She doesn't miss that but nor does she care. Nor does she ever seem to get sick of seeing him smile.

With that settled, "I look forward to seeing you again but at the moment I should get back to my research." giving a polite curtsy and picking up her book.

"Au revoir, mon cheri." he waves her goodbye and returns to his glass with a happy and content look on his face.

Here, genius, have something to maybe help your headache.

By "help," read "further."

"I have not forgotten the words you said, ghost," the kimono woman informs him.

"Have you not? What a pity for a woman to have her mind occupied these days." he says dully, not turning from his glass of wine. She does not interest him, in the least.

Is the drawn sword pointing at his head more interesting? Because it's there.

"If you will not take back what you said, I demand the matter be taken outside."

Erik chuckles at her, she is prudent, is she not? "Does that have to be at my head? Can you not see it already deformed? Take pity." he pouts his lips and adds a smirk.

"You won't, then? Strange, that a man like you would speak of my honor, and yet you're too cowardly to defend yourself." She snorts, adding with a smirk, "Are you certain you weren't the one who lost a swordfight?"

Drawing his own sword, his trusty friend of all these years from his side, he dangles it in his leatherclad fingers, "Shall we then?" he casts a look sideways at her, "If you would like to move this out in the snow, then please move your foppish sword out of my face." he says darkly, cooly, ready for anything really.

She sheathes the sword and heads for the door, throwing a glance over her shoulder to make certain he's following her.

A Genius, no really.

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