Even now, Bea could still hear Olivia's words ringing in her head. And she still had yet to make the choice if she would "be the good girl mummy and daddy wanted" or to "be her own bitch and take control of her life". It weighed on her more and more as she let the time pass. Part of her loved the dancing but the other part wanted to persue history. And still she had no idea which way to go.
The woman had been brushing her long red locks and had just put her hair up when Cecil's words and look caught her attention. God did she love him and not want to hold him back. He was amazing and talented at what he did. Had a bright future ahead of him. And she knew that he so wanted London. In the beginning he had told her as much that it had been a dream of his.
Slowly she came over and helped the man smoothe down his hair as she had done during other such occassions. [b "I think you should do it and not worry so much what I'm going to do. It's a huge chance for you. And if it comes to it...I can always join you later."] She whispered, kissing his cheek before she moved away to find the sweater that would match her dress.
Erik sat at his desk as he was already dressed and ready to be going. But he had not left the office because there were too many people and he still wanted peace before he had to face it. The man also had been finishing up some of the paperwork he had been doing. It was afterall his habit
When he heard the knock on the door, the man had an idea of who it was and went to open it. Slowly he drew Olivia into his office and closed the door behind them. [b "I'm surprised you haven't headed out yet. It's getting late."] The man said, though he didn't seem all that concerned, knowing she honestly was not looking forward to it either.
His head tilted when he saw she did not look all that happy. [b "What's happened?"]
Olivia had told Bea just those weeks ago that be your own bitch. And here she was getting cold feet. It was the years biggest event for the Opera Populaire where celebrities, socialites, and anyone of means came. The board was entirely here. Instead she was late getting ready due to one of the dancers. She had hated her- now she was being told in tears that Olivia's father dumped her.
Finishing with the dress it was now weighing on her shoulder. Take revenge on her father for all the terrible years or just walk away unscathed. Taking a breath, she pulled her hair up. It would be one of the last times.
In this instance she'd ask Erik before joining the family in the appearance. He normally was finishing some work at this point. Knocking on the office door for appearances she bit her lip.
Cecil had confirmation that London wanted him, and honestly he wanted London, it was just the matter of Bea. The woman had been debated staying in dancing for her parents and following the persuit of history. Cecil hadn't pressed either way. Finishing with the tie he looked to his unruly hair attempting to smooth it down.
"Bea, I should tell you, that I got the letter from Oxford. I don't know if you've come to a decision but they'd like an answer in two weeks," Cecil told her with an anxious look. "I don't want to pressure you, but Oxford is a wonderful and their archives...it's beautiful...Of course, it's our decision together because I won't go anywhere without you."
That had been his thing, he wouldn't go without her.
Since the earlier conversation, Olivia's words had been buzzing in her head. It was good advice but the truth was she was scared. And it was something she would really have to figure out and soon. The young woman was thinking on it even when the four had met up for dinner in the café. But was quickly drawn from it when the other woman began to speak of the gala.
[b "You know I think all of us would want to go.."] Bea said with a small smile. Though she did have the feeling there was an underlying point to the invititation. As to what she didn't know.
Erik knew that he was running out of time. Olivia and him being together had slowed down the course of the curse but not fully stopped it. The man had to tell her and she would have to accept the REAL him for the accursed thing to end. Even if she had become someone dear, he did fear that she would hate him when she knew the truth. But even he knew that good things came to an end and it was time he entrusted her with who he had been once upon a time ago.
Her words drew his attention. Normally he was not one for big events, but somehow knowing her father and stepmother would be there intrigued him a bit. And so did time with her. [b "I think we might go. It would be nice to have a special night."] If all went well he would tell her that night.
"Well then, work two jobs, do what you want to do. You might be worn to the bone but at least when you lay down you're your own person and don't belong to anyone or anything else. You are your own bitch and no one else's. There's pride in that," Olivia answered in a spirited tone. "Why do you think I went down this path? I don't regret it. That moment on the stage in those performances was the most alive I've [i ever] felt in my life."
Rising she looked around. Yes, she was done, it wasn't as if there was much else left on her student loans. She just needed the right moment. "Seriously, it's your life...I need to go do some errands. I'll see you later tonight for dinner."
"Of course, I will, I'm more worried about her than myself. I can settle anywhere there are books. Well, she's preparing to move in and I should help. It's good to see you doing better," Cecil gave him a warm smile.
Of course, he had to tell the truth before there was no more chances.
"The gala is in two weeks, it's mostly for the big money people and patrons...You and Cecil should go with me," Olivia offered. Though there was other reasons, this would be her big moment and last time with them. Once she decided on leaving, there was a place for her to go above her work, and she was going to also go for that theatre.
The dinner with the four of them was at a comfortable cafe. "As it turns out daddy dear and Cruela de Vile will be there too. That should make the evening more interesting."
Sometimes he despised the other man as he seemed to be quite the optimist. Perhaps despised wasn't the correct way to word it, but it was more an envious feeling. For he himself hardly ever felt that way and did have the tendency to dwell on the things that had been. Slowly was he coming out of that and slowly was he learning to let Olivia, Cecil and Bea in. But only really those three as they were the ones he felt comfortable around, though he attempted his best at staying composed in public as he still very much hated large events and tons of people.
"You know what I am saying, Cecil. The two of you need to figure out what you want from your future and your lives. And yes Olivia and I are together, but others besides you and Bea cannot know that. It is looked down upon." The man said quietly and resisted the urge to brush the other man's hand away from his shoulder as he truly was not one for touching.
A soft almost scornful laugh slipped the redhead's lips. The other woman was right about no guns being held to her head, but there was her parents holding the funs over her head. [b "The choice has always been my parents'...if I don't dance I don't get their help. In the beginning I didn't mind and had believed it was what I was supposed to do...but meeting you, Cecil and even Erik changed that...Just now I don't know what steps to take."] What use was there hiding it from the other woman anymore? For all she knew this was the last time they would be seeing the other face to face for a very long time.
Slowly her eyes fell on Olivia. [b "Perhaps the both of you need to be doing what you love too... He does seem like this is torturous to him..the teaching dance like this. But perhaps you could convince him to go with you? Start a school for those like you? Both of you would be amazing at helping others find that part of them that they think is gone."]
It could have been the honeymoon stage, possible optimist person or any of the above. Cecil felt good though. He wanted to have her and that was all he wanted, except for a challenging research paper. Looking to Erik who was concerned about him and Bea he gave a smile.
"I think I've done my job, you've got yourself a girlfriend...nevermind it's secret...and you're concerned about myself and Bea. That's great, Erik, it really is," Cecil patted his shoulder since Erik wasn't a toucher. "Well, I used to think a good position would be what would keep me happy. I don't care anymore, it'd be nice...but I'd go wherever she goes and find whatever is there, maybe she'd do the same for me."
"And why won't don't you have a choice? No one is holding a gun to your head and telling you that you have to dance. Do whatever makes you happy and you like your uni courses," Olivia said looking to what few items she had. This was done, she was done with her family, and the stuffy places.
"I suppose we do. I don't think he quite enjoys teaching most of these students either, especially dance, he should teach music but not to everyone with big pockets. People like me who need to find that something in their soul."
It was strange to see things coming to an end. That a new beginning was coming. The redhead had gotten usee to Olivia and had come to think of the woman as her best friend and almost like a sister. So it would be strange not seeing her everyday like she had. But moving with Cecil was what ahe wanted. With him she was happier than she had been. Of course she was aware that hers and Cecil's relationship was confusing to Erik and Olivia as she was sure they both had talked to them about it. But the other pair's relationship was odd to her and Cecil too. Or rather it was odd to her if she was honest. Though it was not her place she was curious if Erik had ever come clean.
[b "Neither of us know quite what we want out of the future. We know we want to be together though. He has a programme here he was maybe thinking of taking up...and even if I don't want to be a dancer completely it isn't like I have the choice...But there are other programmes here that are amazing."] Bea said thoughtfully and then sighed as she hopped on the desk facing the other woman as she spoke.
The words spoken by the other were some of the more open she had heard. Though that was one thing she had noticed since Olivia and Erik had become a thing. Both did seem more open. [b "Seems we both have some conversations to be had then. But I can see your point there. It does seem nicer to have a place not so tightly wound and that would undersrand that the two of you want to be together. Unlike here.."]
Erik turned to Cecil as he looked at the letters from both Bea and Cecil's prograames. It seemed that both had been accepted to them. "And what do you want to be doing?" The man asked quietly, setting the letters down. He had noted that both Cecil and Bea had become more contemplative which was usually his thing.
The other had been trying to help him and now he figured he could try and help. "Have the two of you spoken of this at all?"
It was puzzling with the sort like Bea and Cecil. Clearly they loved each other, yet there was still all these plans on a future that didn't seem to include each other. Olivia knew it wasn't her place to judge or wonder what they were doing, still, she was completely confused. Why not just stay where they were both happy and together.
The young woman sat on the rarely used bed looking to the small, neat stack of boxes. It would be difficult to not have her to come to the room and just vent or joke around, but they loved each other and had been together for a few months.
"So...why not just stay here? This program is good if you want to keep dancing, if not there's other places. The universities are fine if you want to do that. He's not doing too shabby there, is he?" Olivia asked, clearly puzzled beyond belief right now. "If you both want to, then maybe you two should find a city that both works for you and go for it."
Her and Erik. It was a strange thought, while there wasn't a title, she just liked to think of it as boyfriend. There was no one but him in her life in that department. "Well, I may have to go back. I'm only here on a Visa...I guess I should tell him that. I don't know. Here at Populaire...I think I'm done though. At the theatre I performed at, they have lessons, and know places that's not so...stuck up in the ass...so to say. And maybe we could truly date without this big secret relationship, which sucks."
It was funny how much seemed to change in the next few weeks. Bea and Cecil were almost always together and she was almost always with him. Only did she come back for the early morning classes. But it seemed that she wasn't the only one staying around less and less either. Olivia and Erik seemed to be spending a fair amount of time together as well. Had taken the leap of faith and seemed to be together and happy enough.
[b "I've been thinking about it...But he almost seems so settled here. And I don't want to be the reason he feels he has to leave. I love him and want to be with him.. but I don't want to uproot him."] The young woman said quietly as she set a box by the one that had just been taped shut by the other woman.
She also if she were honest wasn't sure she was making the right decision. All her life she had let her parents tell her what to do. They had been the ones to send her to the school to begin with. And she was still under their deal as well as they MAJORLY helped to pay for class and programmes she did.
[b "You know...maybe you should talk to Erik as well? I mean all of us seem to be making life changing decisions."] Bea was trying to get the attention off her own previous words. And wanted to hear more of Olivia's plans.
The change from friends to lovers was challenging and welcoming. There was something strange about it as well, now instead of just for lessons to speak to him, it was far more often. Whenever there wasn't an early morning she spent that night with him. Of course, her roommate was moving out.
Helping Bea with the last of the boxes she gave a smile. "You know...you told me about the program you were looking into, right? Maybe you and Cecil should decide on a city and place together, go together. You know. Don't give up a person because of what you think you should do but what you feel you should do."
Using the last of the roll on that tape she stood up. "I actually was thinking I should move, too. Finally leave this school. Suppose it's the matter of the passport business."
It was late and after the one time, Bea had fallen asleep curled up with the man. If she could be thankful for anything it was that there was absolutely nothing for the day. She could stay with Cecil and she could sleep in if she wanted. And even in her sleep, the young woman dreamed about being with the man and living in the flat with him. Small, but cozy. Still much better and bigger than where she was at the current time.
When she felt the bed empty beside her was when she woke. It seemed the sun wanted to assault her eyes through the drapes as she slowly got up and found one of his shirts and put it on. And after she had, the young woman wandered to find him, a soft smile on her lips when she had. [b "Morning handsome."]
Of course there were things that he had not said. But that had been because he had not been ready nor thought that she had been either. Her words though had tugged at something deep within him. A trust and was the emotion passion? that he had not felt in a very long time. [b "I do intend to tell you and soon. I promise."] He whispered, arms staying around her and kissing her head.
Being with her was so much nicer than being alone. Scary but in a way he could MAYBE get used to. [b "A day time trip. Better to get ready so we truly have all day. What do you think?"]
Cecil could be thankful that there was nothing happening tomorrow. After that one time, he was passed out, possibly in his own drool on the small bed. There wasn't a terrible amount of space in his flat. It was really one big room where he just had the room divided from the rest. The woman lived in someplace smaller, so she wouldn't mind hopefully.
That morning, he woke up earlier to make some breakfast and see what sort of opportunities there were. There was a solution, he refused to let go of her for any reason.
There was something that wasn't said there. Why did the writing match? It was similar . "Erik, you know that you can tell me anything, right? It feels like you aren't telling me something..." She said turning around to face him. It was sweet that he began writing music after they got close. It was amazing that she inspired him.
Resting her head against his chest she closed her eyes contently. "A day trip it is then."
Erik could not tell her about Don Jaun even had he wanted to. Time was just not on his side for the moment, but the second he could. [b "The one you were humming I happened to start writing shortly after we had met and began to spend more time together. I had of course been writing long beforehand... but for a long time I had lost my inspiration and motives for writing music..."] The man explained, almost embarrassed as emotion was not one of his normal things.
To have her so close and for them to be intimate as they were was very different to the man. Comfortable in its way, though incedibly scary as never had he let anyone in so much. Never had he let them so close. If he were honest, Erik could say that he was falling and falling hard for the young woman whom now leaned against him in his shirt. Anyone else would have been happy for the feelings, and deep down he supposed he was but more so was he afraid.
He listened to her words and a light smile graced his lips. It was also a day free for him as well. Usually he would try and write or he would roam but he so liked her idea better. [b "We can do that. Another town does sound more exciting than staying here. As does an over night trip."]
The young woman was not sure how he would take to her words. But seeing his smile and his actions made her amile as well. She had not been lying when she had said they were hardly ever apart. And if she were honest she liked his appartment and all the time that the two of them spent together.
[b "Have it soon, okay? And I think both of us can't get enough of the other. Because I was about to drag you back to your room for one more time before exhaustion overtook us."] Bea purred softly against his lips when she returned his kiss, soon leaning her head to the side to give the man better acess to her neck.
For now, the redhead was as happy as she could be. Even with the future not set and not knowing where things would head she was happy. And what was more was she was with Cecil and wanted to take full advantage of the life they had in those moments.
After a moment Olivia decided to pick up Don Juan triumphant. It was thin, and even the paper felt different. It was a full orchestra though there was only the one song. There was something strange about all of this and why he would have this, though she decided it was best not to bring up that feeling right now.
Giving a smile she leaned against him. It was completely comfortable to be wearing his shirt and touching so intimately. Oh, she really was falling for him hard, though the thought was uncomfortable for her.
"Please, I just know what you taught me. When did you start writing this? It's sweet," Olivia said before thinking thoughtfully. There were no classes and it was her day off. "Maybe a day trip, go to another town and come back tonight or tomorrow?"
Cecil was pleasantly surprised when she agreed so readily. The only times she was not here was when there was early classes. Giving a small delighted laugh he walked over to her and kissed her deeply. "I'll get you a key then. Now, I think I want to ravage you one more time before we pass out in exhaustion."
He kissed her neck, a big, happy grin on his face. It was perfect to him. Nevermind that it wasn't certain but he'd take full advantage of where they were now.
His words very much caught her offguard. Was he being serious? But she was quick to get her head together and gave the man a small smile as he did continue with his words. It would make sense because she was almost always with him anyway and they did end up coming back to his appartment more times than not. However, was asking something like this normal and so early in the morning too? Would he still feel the same later on?
[b "Actually...I think maybe it would be a good idea. We're always together as it is and so many people think we are married...so maybe it wouldn't be a horrible idea."] She had been silent for a few moments before she had answered of course. But that had only been because she had wanted to find a way that her words would make sense.
She wasn't sure what their future would be, but they had to live their lives in the present right? Besides things could still be figured out. And those were her thoughts as she moved to the man and took his hand, gently tugging him back to his room with her.
For a moment he did look to the sheets of music she had beem looking at. Did he dare tell her the truth? After a moment he decided he would. [b "When I was a child I began to write music. I had always loved it."] He admitted, arms gently snaking around her waist as blue gaze came to meet hers.
[b "To be coming from you that means a great deal."] The man said, the faintest of smiles upon his lips. And if he were honest he meant the words he spoke, but if asked by another Erik would deny it. Only did he seem to have a soft spot for a few and she was one of those select few.
They definitely did have something. It was so very different than anything he had ever felt before. A connection and a bond it seemed. A special spark that was only had with her. Terrifying as the man found it, even he could admit he did not want it given up or for it to end.
[b "What did you want to do today?"] The man asked, quietly.
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