"It is beautiful... a bit run down but can be fixed if someone had the time to fix it up. But beautiful none the less." she told Erik, looking at the mansion. "How did this get here?" she asked, now turning her attention to him.
He continues rowing, "MY name is Erik, and welcome to my home." As he said that an old house came in to view it was almost an old mansion of sorts. but it looked old ad decrepid and falling apart.
Comedy and Tragity. Two sides of one coin.
"It is beautiful... a bit run down but can be fixed if someone had the time to fix it up. But beautiful none the less." she told Erik, looking at the mansion. "How did this get here?" she asked, now turning her attention to him.
"He has a dream of a world where everyone is always laughin'... So maybe I'm crazy, but aren't we all a little crazy...in love?"
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He thought a minute before tell her the story, "I once was a side show attraction in a circus, a freak if you will. But I was also a scholar, an artistic, and a composer...i escaped and came her."
He explained his story with a booming voice, almost seemed proud.
Comedy and Tragity. Two sides of one coin.
"Who would find such a man as you to be a freak?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You must be a strong man for escaping such torture." she whispered to herself, perhaps loud enough for him to hear. She swallowed and heard the emptiness of the cave reverberate the sound of Erik's voice.
"He has a dream of a world where everyone is always laughin'... So maybe I'm crazy, but aren't we all a little crazy...in love?"
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He chuckled, "trust me, you dont want to know why im a freak," he landed the boat near the house and offerd her his hand to help her up, "Let us get inside, ill make you somthing to eat if you want."
Comedy and Tragity. Two sides of one coin.
"Oh, no thank you Erik. I'm not hungry. I may be later, but I'd like to hear your music more than anything. The stories... they have always made me giddy and excited." she told him, taking his hand, finding it to be very warm and making her smile. She blushed lightly and stood, stepping gently from the boat to the land.
"He has a dream of a world where everyone is always laughin'... So maybe I'm crazy, but aren't we all a little crazy...in love?"
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"Let us get inside, you may see what i have written" he walks to the door.
Comedy and Tragity. Two sides of one coin.
Colette walked beside Erik, studying him as she did. Such a wonder, she thought, to have all of this in a cavern... How it got there was beyond her, and how someone could live in isolation like this was also far fetched. As she followed Erik into the house, she looked to the large piano and the numerous candles about the place.
"He has a dream of a world where everyone is always laughin'... So maybe I'm crazy, but aren't we all a little crazy...in love?"
Harley Quinzel
My Servant is an Incubus-Chapter 1
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