Cecil gave Bea a kind smile before he gave a laugh knowing exactly what Erik meant to say. The man was complicated and difficult, which was why that man was in love with a woman just as complicated and difficult. Rubbing her arm, he handed her a drink before taking one for himself. It was a rather nice shindig, wasn't it?
"Don't take that to heart. Erik doesn't care for dancing as much as music. You must be a fantastic dancer if you are here," Cecil reassured. Once there was drinks he lead her to where everyone was waltzing. "This will be unorthodox, but will you lead?"
Dancing was not his forte, leading lead the dance to a dancer seemed the wisest choice.
Just those eyes made her want to open up, spill everything and just be free of it. Maybe something on the lines of jumping on him at this moment. That thought took her by surprise, seeing as he was simply her teacher. Now this was a confusing thought.
"I think it's a combination of both. My dad is down there with his fourth wife, you know, the beak woman on the board that just wants her daughter to not be known as just a slut. She said the normal mean, insecure words they always say because they know he's cheating. And it's just repeating over and over again. Normally, I'd get angry, do something stupid and act like a bitch for a while," Olivia looked thoughtful before giving a thoughtful sound. "But instead I'm tired of doing that over and over again and not gaining a damn thing."
Hearing him, she gave into a smile. "Thank you. You're a good teacher and more patient than most people give you credit for. Oh? An underground tour? That sounds like a lot more fun than this."
The man's eyes locked to hers when she gave the small apology and continued to seem to stay locked on her as she had maneuvered around him to the edge to look out. For a few moments he was silent as he made his way over and leaned lightly upon the balchony once more. "Just tired tonight, or had something happened to break you?" There was no form of mockery in his words as they were genuine and a form of concern lacing his words. Not a side many had seen to him, but even so she seemed to bring it out without trying.
As she began to speak again, the man's blue gaze once more fell upon her when she turned his way. The faintest of smiles traced Erik's lips and he merely shook his head. "I do not believe there to be something wrong with you..rather those around you for not taking the time. As to believing in you and helping.. You have a real gift and a talent, so it was a pleasure." And he honestly meant those words.
Even if she didn't know it, helping her had helped him as well. Because of her he had gotten back into writing music and even playing a bit. Of course he would not admit to it, but even he felt as if he owed her in a sense. And as those thoughts played in his mind Cecil's words came back to him.
"You do not seem as if you want to be here..? Would you prefer to get away..? Perhaps see more to the old Opera House that had been buried?"
A light red had risen in her cheeks as the man had given the gentle kiss to it. Again with her heart and its fluttering. But she had to shake it off as to not be awkward. She had no idea what it was, but Cecil made her see things differently. A kind and caring man with a brilliant mind. So unlike many she had met before.
"Hardly am I a graceful dancer...I try but according to Erik I do keep failing.." She said, though there was a lightness and thoughtfulness to her words. A soft smile once more came to her lips as she offered the man her hand once more. "Drinks and dancing with you, even if you step on my toes sounds wonderful."
Okay, so again she was awkward but she was trying. Besides she really did like the man.
"Actually, it's the other way around, to be completely honest. He saw things I don't believe really exists in me," Olivia muttered softly to herself. After that run in, the emotions churned in her uncomfortably, but the fresh air would help. She could collect them, and then make off in the dark of night to somewhere she'd much rather be.
The man she had ran into was none other than her teacher. Giving a small apology, she maneuvered to the edge to look out. "Yes...I don't know...alright, not really...." Olivia said unable to lie, either he was immune to her brand of pushing away or she was just too tired. "I think something is wrong with me, no...something is wrong with me."
Turning to face him she gave a half smile. "I've always known something was wrong, different. It's only growing worse and this is the first I've ever admitted it. By the way, thank you...for everything you've done for me. I don't think anyone ever believed in me before, it's a great feeling."
Cecil doing what he did was used to libraries, vaults and other dusty places. In fact, he loved those dusty places rather than shiny and new. Beatrice was just as odd as he was in that sense. Dancing was a release but she had a compassionate mind that was refreshing. Kissing her cheek in a friendly manner, he gave her a soft smile.
"You're welcome," he smiled happily to her. He did a scan for Erik, but figured he was off hiding somewhere. He wasn't good with people and hiding would be only natural to him. "I think I need courage to dance with such a beautiful and graceful dancer, so drinks and then if you'll let me step on your toes, I'd be happy to."
There was no official date, but it was a good attempt at one. Erik had been right, he needed to make a move before another got her. He liked her, loved her beauty and mind, it was all complete beyond what he could have ever hoped for.
Faintly a smile crossed the woman's lips when she heard what Olivia had to say. When they had met and been originally thrown together as roomates, Bea had despised the other and had she been asked if ever they would have had a conversation such as the one they now had the redhead would have laughed at the person. But now as strange as it seemed she could not picture another she could ask or would want to. In the time they had come to know more about the other a form of respect and maybe even friendship among the two had grown.
"I'm sure you wouldn't screw up..maybe it wasn't even your fault to begin with and he hadn't been able to see how amazing you are.." Her words were thoughtful as she spoke them and then she nodded slowly. "So..you're saying don't be afraid to go for him...if he really makes me feel that way?" Bea couldn't help sounding the slightest confused as she wasn't nearly as confident as Olivia was; but even she thought it was good advice as life was too short to spend it wishing for lost opportunities.
Slowly she moved over to the other woman and took her arm with a smile. "Might as well. Don't get to have this kind of fun often." She said with a light smile as soon they left the room.
At the party, the young woman stood at Olivia's side for a brief few moments. Her eyes were scanning the people scattered about for the man she had been speaking to Olivia of earlier. And when her eyes found him heading towards her, slowly did she move to him with a gentle smile playing over her lips. "Thank you.. You look amazing as well." Came soft words as her cheeks lit up in a faint blush.
Slowly the young woman held a hand out to Cecil, looking up at the man. "Care for a dance or even maybe a drink?" God she was aweful but he always made her nervous not in a bad way but in the sort of way her mind seemed hazy and her heart was in her throat.
"Perhaps you should take your own advice there, Cecil. You seem quite taken with the girl and like I should be trying to tell Olivia how I feel.. you should tell Bea?" It was a question but he was also in his odd sense trying to help his friend since the other man had spent so much time over the years in helping him, or trying to when he was not being so hardheaded .
"Thank you...and I shall keep it in mind. And if we must." The man muttered and soon the pair left and made their way to the party.
When there, too many seemed to be inside as still he hated being around such crowds. Almost had he hoped that Cecil would stay around a bit longer but it had not taken the man long to find the one he was seeking. Tempted as he was to look for Olivia, the man opted to stay and look at the stars for a little longer.
It was when he finally decided to attempt being around the multitude of people and began to head in did he feel someone bump into him. First instinct was for him to snap off, but when he saw who it was the man bit back his words.
"It was my fault for not watching.. Are you alright?" Erik asked slowly as he studied the girl. She seemed off from most cases in which he saw her. Maybe even a tad subdued?
"How do you get them want to be with you? Well, some do dates, or in my case it doesn't seem like a date but you do what they love even if you hate it. Then again, I didn't ask Bea out and now, well...I'm not the best person you go to," Cecil responded before giving a thoughtful smile. "Of course, you have a barrier of a teacher which adds another layer of complication. Perhaps you could try to meet her on her level and she might for you."
Time was running out and he noticed the change in both of them. It would be hard road for both of them. Finishing with his hair . "Well then, let's go." He hoped to get Bea to himself tonight.
Taking in the people, he looked for his favorite redhead before spotting her and approached with a wide smile. "You look stunning."
Bea's question made her pause. Was there anyone? She wasn't sure but she knew that there had been someone. "Yeah, there was someone. The first time I heard him play and saw that dazzling smile I had only eyes for Julian. But now...I'm sure that if I attempted again, I'd screw it up again so it's better to focus elsewhere."
But Erik, he was different, he made her pause and she felt her complete self around him good mood or not. That was a good thing but she wasn't exactly thrilled with it.
"Well, speaking as someone who isn't deathly afraid of this crap...go for it if he makes you feel that way," Olivia smile before holding her arm out to her. "Shall we turn heads?"
If there was any joy, it was gone when Bea was taken by Cecil, and then her step mother approached. Cruela de Vile, as Olivia called her, was a tall beautiful woman but always looked sour. This time it was worse, her father was already cheating and she was suspecting.
Taking the berating, Olivia felt her face grow blank, but eyes become hard an cold. "I would feel sorry for you, but I don't. You knew who he was when you married him and now you are just in line of him cheating. There isn't any need on taking it out on me. I already know all of this." She muttered before walking away to take a deep breath. She was going to enjoy this night...she was going to...
On the way out, she nearly bumped into Erik. "I'm sorry," she said offering a half smile.
Things had been nice. She had been spending time with Cecil and the two got on easily when it came to the history lessons. And even she could admit that she felt drawn to the man. But she did also like Lawrence and had been seeing him. Both of them were well...both were amazing in their ways if she was to be honest. Between them, classes and work, Beatrice had really forgotten that there was to be the holiday party and so was VERY grateful to Olivia when the other woman had found her a dress for it.
A blush came to her cheeks as it seemed Olivia had been in her thoughts on the two men. "Umm...well I like them both. On a professional level Lawrence is nice and knows what he is doing...more confident I guess you could say.. But Cecil..he is..well he knows how to get you to see things differently and is sweet. Like he's easier to talk to and connect with...makes me laugh too." Bea couldn't help her words and bit on her lip.
"Which one would you? And...well have you a guy who has your eye?" If Olivia was going to ask her what she had, the girl with the long red locks that cascaded down her back in soft waves was going to ask the same thing.
As she was waiting for her answer, the young woman moved across the room and took the light blue, jewel studded dress out of the closet and slipped into it. When she had it on, the dress came to her knees and seemed to fit perfectly. Almost did she think to ask how Olivia had know, but instead didn't as she found her white shawl and got into a pair of matching white wedges, going back to the bed and watching her roommate, curious of what would be said.
It was almost amusing in its way to see Cecil struggle with attire that he himself was so used to. And for a few tries the man did let the other as he was quick to be able to get his suit on and hair slicked. Eventually it did come down to him helping with the cuff links and everything else, but oddly he had not minded it as much as he once might have
Ever since he had been spending so much time with Olivia there had been small changes in him. Though by no means was he what one would call nice he was a bit more tame. A little easier on students but not by far.
"It was the fashion of the day. If one did not wear what was deemed proper you would be shunned...but for me, I suppose it was trying to gain favour of sort." The man answered simply as he went to the chair he had left his jacket on and pulled it on, eyes going back to the other man as he spoke his words.
For a while, Erik was silent and contemplating Cecil's words. "Perhaps she may be. Never had anyone gotten this close before with me not wanting to try and scare them off...but how do..." His words trailed off as even he wasn't sure what he was thinking. What was he thinking?
The bells on the clock in the room chimed and he gave a look that said he wasn't particularly pleased with having to go. Still he hated parties but had promised to go and so was keeping his word. "If we do not go now we will be late."
Life was going well, maybe too well thought Olivia. Whenever her life was going where she wanted it to something always happened. The lessons became longer and in depth, it was easy to say that in her week she spent a good deal of time with Erik. Slowly she was getting more and more curious about him and finding a level of atraction that made her uncomfortable.
Her holidays spent working many hours to distract herself from the pain of her terrible family life. It did not stop her from finding that perfect dress for Beatrice. Before the party she placed the last minute touches on her hair.
"Now there we go. If this dress and look doesn't get whatever guy you want to bed, then I failed. You'll be turning heads, my dear," Olivia said happily before going back to her own preening.
The black dress went to her ankle but had a slit up to her mid thigh. Black sequence decorated some of it. The dress was strapless instead had black lace with patterns on it. Placing the last bit of hair into the messy bun she was content.
"Which guy do you want to take you back anyway? I know you've been out with Lawrence but Cecil is soft on you," she asked curiously, pulling out the shoes. Her step mom didn't think she was elegant or talented but she had a lead position and was set to kill tonight.
Cecil had fumbled more than once with the formal wear, in reverse Erik ended helping him with the cuff links and all that. He was content in the end though he was sure he looked like a monkey. Slicking his hair back he looked in the mirror. "How did you dress like this everyday? It seems like such a lot of work."
Spotting some paper that looked like it had musical notes on it he gave a grin but didn't ask him anything. He was glad to see that he was writing music again. "Erik, I have to ask. Do you think Olivia is going to be able to help you break this curse? I don't know how much time you have left. I like having you around and like you. And if you do care for her then maybe it's time to start showing that."
He was sure that there was something there, there had always been something since they had met and he would help as much as he could.
Erik couldn't help his smirk at Olivia's words. Clever, very clever. "Yes, well it would depend on a person and his outlook would it not?" The man asked the young woman before him as he gave a pointed look. He was amused and honstly didn't care if she did happen to see it within his eyes or not. Far too long had it been since he had had even the slightest bit of challenge and though the man did not speak the words it made him feel alive.
"Perhaps it is lucky for me. It means that I can help you with this and have the freedom of not having to figure it out for myself." He said with a smirk as he watched Olivia go.
The next couple of months, the man formerly known as the Phantom had given the young woman no mercy. She had come to him for help and that was what he was doing, though it was MUCH more stern and criticism than he normally gave but he had promised not to go easy. Oh he knew that he infurriated the young woman and to some extent she did him as well.
A man stood against a table as the young woman took a seat and took her shoes off, rubbing her feet. Brown eyes stayed locked upon her and as she spoke, the man, Emery moved closer. It had been so long since he had last seen her and he was surrpised to see that she had not changed since their "lapse of judgement" as she had called it. If anything, she had only grown more beautiful, though colder as well.
"Well I was called back. It seems that there is a deal that they want dealt with and of course I would be the one called. Or did you forget?" The Frenchman asked as he looked at her. Though his words were not at all bitter, more playful than anything.
"And I thought by now you would have forgotten that. Was almost hoping that we might be able to grab dinner sometime and catch up? Start as friends may?"
Cecil gave looks on life which she would not have considered before. He would never scold her or make her opinions seem as if they had no value. Instead, the man kindly debated her thoughts. It appeared he was more stuck on some thoughts and she was more humanistic, but it came to be something she admired about the man as the two worked together and got to know the other.
On the particular outing they were on to the archives, Bea stopped and looked to the man who approached them. It seemed he were more uptight and business like. A light smile traced her lips as she took the man's hand to shake. "It is a pleasure to be meeting you.."
Her eyes slowly went to the two men and a blush came to her cheeks. Quickly she used her hair to try and curtain her cheeks and to hide it. "Soo..what will we be looking at tonight?" She asked, a slight eagerness etching her words.
"Some people call that being opportunitistic. They say it's a terrible trait to have but if it gets the job done, I suppose," Olivia gave a small shrug at this omission without the slightest trace of guilt. Giving a small chuckle she looked away with ease to her phone. Returning her eyes back to him, she smiled. "Good for you I'm very good at juggling and terrible at relationships."
Taking her leave, she lessened her work hours just to the weekend when it was busiest. The lessons were almost impossible and that man infuriated her so much more than she cared to admit. Still she was learning more than she could on her own.
A Saturday a month later, she sat down. Taking her shoes off to rub her feet. "I think my calluses are giving birth to more calluses...so, we never see you anymore, why are you here? Not that I don't mind. I just thought it was too awkward since our lapse of judgment."
Almost sleeping with him on rebound had been a wake up call. And sometimes she found her thoughts going to the man teaching her.
"That's a very sweet thought. I'm sure people would appreciate that thought. I do," Cecil gave a smile before showing her more of the work to be done. Through that time he grew to love her insight, he was so particular on certain thoughts while she was sweet and humanist.
On this particular trip to the archives he saw Lawrence and gave a small chuckle. "Back from the rainy hell of London? Good of them to spare you. Beatrice this is Lawrence, and you know the rest."
"Yes, they wanted me to give you a reason to not slack. It's nice to meet you," the Brit said.holding his hand out to her. She was beautiful, and that hair, it was so lucious. Maybe he would ask her out sometime.
His words and excitement, it was more emotion than she had seen given over such thing. Cute in its way, though she could not or would not say it. And just the mention of those times made her wish it would have been possible to see it as she had always had an appreciation and love of old things and places. "What would make your friend so reluctant to be in an area with such a rich history and alluring beauty?" She asked, as she leaned her head on her hand, it clear she was vert curious and would love to hear anything that was said about that.
The question he soon threw her way took the young woman off guard. It took her a moment as she had to think it through before she could answer. Beatrice found she wanted her answer to be thougtful and meaningful in its way.
"Honestly I am not quite sure how to answer that. On some level, I believe people aren't always inherently evil but lose their way and are misguided and the way they are treated play a role in how they treat others...With that being said, I think they do..that perhaps they could use the chance to make corrections and to prove they are not the monster that they were thought to be..."
This girl was an interesting one to say the least. There was a fire in her heart and eyes that he had not seen in so long. One that regrettably seemed to draw him in more and more. He very much knew that her words were true the moment she spoke them. All of them and once more the smirk graced his lips as he kept her gaze. It was by now clear he was not one to shy away from eye contact.
"Ah, but I would not expect anything less from you Miss Newlin. You are not the type who yields unless she is sure it is what she really wants or it can help her. And from what I have seen from the night I saw you work and from how you are in my class that you do not take kindly to nonsense." His words were quiet as he spoke them, keeping the handshake as firm as her own.
"This will for lack of better words turn into 'no rest for the wicked'. You have to want it and you will have to figure out a schedule that will work for you. In that I will be no help."
"Oh, I wish I had. From the Resistance, Medieval mines, and Roman architecture. It would be a dream but my friend who knows the land down there is reluctant to go," Cecil spoke in an excited tone, as he folded up the plans. "They wouldn't like this...but I'd like to show you whatever you are interested in looking at."
It was a sweet answer. He smiled at that, leaning on his elbows he looked to her curiously. "Suppose a soul had done terrible things such as murder and coercement does he deserve a second chance?"
This man enjoyed locking eyes. She had seen it with his friend, trouble students and especially her. Especially her. Was that creepy at all? She honestly had no idea. Only this time she couldn't look away and found herself swaying to that power. That could never happen, hell no.
"I only yield when it's in my benefit," she responsed without shame. Shaking his hand, she kept the handshake firm. "But to what I want nothing can deter me. My schedule is crazy, but who needs sleep. Suppose we will have to work that out."
As his eyes were locked to hers, Erik could see how much she wanted the role. There was definitely hunger and drive, a pure wanting. He had never seen that look in her eyes and it was strangely alluring. It made him want to help her, though he didn't know why. He hated helping or doing anything for another unless somehow he benefitted. Those of the past had made him far too guarded and so he barely would help. But still, this young woman made him soften a bit on normal policy.
"Know this, Miss Newlin it won't be easy. And even when frustrated you cannot give up." He said slowly and stood, offering Olivia a hand to shake which let her know that he would head her request and and help her.
"Have you ever been to the underground and seen it for yourself?" Her quesrion again slipped her lips without much thought. But she could not help it.
When he took longer to answer her next question, her eyes stayed on him and studied the man. It seemed like he were trying to choose his words and she wondered why that would be. But before she could ask, Cecil answered and she gave a thoughtful look.
Slowly a hand came up and brushed her hair back. "Well..maybe we are all lost souls looking for a new chance."
Olivia wanted that role more than she could stand. It was a perfect role for her talent and personality. When she realized that she had only hints of talent for occasional amusement she had faltered in her stubborness.
It would be hard to do that. It was not her skills whatsoever but what choice did she have. "I agree," Olivia said slowly, oddly feeling like defeat but for a good cause. "I can't fully see it, but I know sometimes it's not transparent as others would like."
God knows she was this way too often.
"It all exists. The tunnels, upon restoration they found this lake, what looked like an old lair. And even more. It's really amazing what's under our feet," Cecil answered before thinking on the next reply.
He knew the truth, but it was stranger than fiction. Cecil had to think deeper on that. "I don't know. We really don't know much of this man. Only in those days to be disturbed or disfigured would have you end in a house or poverty. I'd like to think those poor souls get second chances. What do you think?"
His words had her almost instantly captivated and wanting to know more. By nature she was curious and she happenes to love old tales and myths. So when he began to explain her eyes stayed on him and she seemed thoughtful. "Isn't it said that he disappeared from time...like his soul still wanders?" The young woman asked as she slowly looked from Cecil to the papers that were laid out.
Her eyes continued to scan the papers and old maps. "Do these palces still remain beneath the Opera House?" Bea found herself asking. Perhaps she would ask Olivia if she knew anything about the so called Phantom of the Opera.
Erik listened to the words spoken by the young woman before her and studied her. Usually she took no interest and seemed robotic. But with the request made it honestly looked to him as if there were life in her eyes. A real fire and drive that showed him she really wanted to learn.
"Ah and if I am to help.. you will listen? Take the criticism and try and learn from it? You do know how I tend to teach and to help." The man said slowly, bright blue orbs locking on Olivia. He was giving her the chance to back out.
While it wasn't truly what he was working on what he was going to tell her, he found some interesting stories. Looking to the lovely young woman he was glad to lead her through the tombs of old papers.
"Well, I'm not working on it, per say...though I did find something curious when I was working on research on the Garnier," Cecil began before laying out some of the papers. "Many believe that the Phantom of the Opera is a myth but he existed. There is a lake under the opera house as shown here and recent finds. Finally, there was a man named Erick a very long time ago who was genius. A genius that became obsessed with a young soprano."
It was exciting laying it all out for her. Maybe she would relay it on to Olivia.
There was odd consisticies with this man. He was playing the piano more, and he was truly talented
It made her wonder if there was more talent to this man than met the eye. Unfortunately for her she was rather a curious person.
"It's more of a request, really," Olivia responded slowly. Playing with the ring on her index finger she wasn't able to hide that yawn that came quickly. "Anyway, uh, there is a production at another theatre that I'm very interested in. I never had been taught, simply..did. I'd like for you to teach me how to sing properly. I love Jazz but even as unpredictable it is I still need help."
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