#( gd post editor ate this and i had to rewrite it T o T )

[delanuit]

"What are you looking for?" (hello!)

spring awakening sentence starters — accepting.

somewhere . . . it must be here somewhere! Erik does not look up from where he bends over his work desk, frantically shuffling papers, blueprints, manuscripts, scores. drafting pencils and dip pens alike are scattered in his search, and when a pot of ink overturns on an old design he swears loudly, lifting it from the mess. the current state of his workshop is entirely his own fault, which only serves to make him more frustrated. several days and nights he had been shut up in here, possessed by the idea of a new composition for her — he mustn't think it. it is self-indulgence merely, another dream to be brought into life and then shut away with the rest of his fantasies.

finally, he locates what his was looking for: a missing page of the score he'd been drafting. he opens the binder containing the rest of the pages and places it, almost reverently, among the others before closing them safely inside. only then does he raise his head and realize that he is not alone.

“ Meg, ” he says with a tone of surprise. “ I didn't hear you come in. what is it you need? ”