Thread: Of Arias and Cadenza's...{Attn Maharet}

i wish i had gave him my number but i`m not too far away that i cant return to him oh cocteau my dearest one i return to his studio and stand right outside . oh damn what is wrong with me its been so long since i was in his embrace why do i wait giggling like a school girl when it`s clear he still cares i climb up the staires to him knock on his door and patationately wait for him to open his door to me .

His ancient eyes remain closed until the sound of her hand upon the door breaks the silence. Open. He takes a great breath of air and stands, adjusting his shirt and vest. Memories as crisp as the sheet music before him begin to trickle in. The soft curve of her face, the beautiful wide eyes as she reached a new octave.

Opening the door, he smiles...

"Plus belle que la nuit… comment allez vous la petite? Je vous ai manqué davantage que vous savez, veuillez entrer."

{Trans: More beautiful than the night...How are you little one? Ive missed you more than you know, please come in.}

mon cheri mi amore (ohmydearest love ) its been awhile offers my hand to him waites patenantly for his tender kiss "i do believei forgot to give you my number before i left earlier my dear walks back into the studio and waites for his answer.

The stern lines of his face seem to soften instantly as his smile grows wider at her presence. Wasting no time with etiquette or preamble, he scroops her in an embrace, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply, taking her scent in.

"It's been far too long, Chere. It seems Fate smiles upon me once again...a charmed life, to be sure..." He twirls her around, still embracing her until he stops and sets her down, taking her hands in his and spreading his arms out, taking her visage in. "Lets have a look at you...gorgeous as always. Mea maxima culpa for not getting your number...and for leaving you. I have no excuse other than regret and to beg for your forgiveness."

He sits down upon the leather sofa and pats the cushion next to him..."Come...sit"

yes my sweet has been awhile slinks to the sofa sits down beside him taking in his scent oh my sweet how i`ve missed you and how hurt i was at your leaving and without a singal word but cheri you are very much forgiven falls into your arms .

He relaxes against the leather back and gazes at her face for a long moment before speaking. "I cant explain to you the loss I felt for leaving you...but, my only hope is that you'll understand it was for my own Sanity. New York was something I wouldnt wish upon my worst enemies. And if we arent careful. This place will become new yorks second coming..." He stops for a moment, penisve. "But thats not why you're here...youre here, because I need that beautiful voice of yours..." He traces a finger down the front of her throat with a smile. "Im creating an Opera...a surprise for a friend, and I need you to be a part of it..."

as always you need me sits back from you looking not shock at the request and as always i come to you ok but it wiil cost you this time mi pet and what of my needs my cheri and you know that all too well or have you forgotten with these passing years turns my head slightly away .

He raises an eyebrow with a predators smile..."And what are your needs, mon petite? How can I make ammends...?"

He stands and walks to the desk, grabbing the folder and bringing it back to the couch.

i watch you as you move savoring each movement recording it for future use ."My needs have not change from what they were in new york only i fear yours have. lets a tear fall from my right eye but i will understand if they have and yes i will once again sing for you my sweet my cheri amore .but i know these passing years you were only a thought way but we can never recupe what we lost in new york could tres etesntre aut mi amore (let the sins of the past remain in the past my love)will you not hold me close to you one more time ?"