milliways_bar | A Genius, no really.

A Genius, no really.

Is Erik always this quiet? I think so, especially with this headache of his. Why does he have a headache? He had an argument with Paige the other night that racks him with guilt for letting his anger snap. He is now soothing himself with a glass of wine, the kind he always drinks. People always misunderstand him, always point at that mask and do not care as to what he really is. A genius. Yes, a genius.

A brooding genius right now, to be exact.

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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.

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