A Genius, no really.

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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."

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[operathon.livejournal.com]

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.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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