The Seraph and the Fairy
© Camille and Norah
(Rouge Diamants)
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There was something about her fiery curls and seductive siren song that caused Bohemian artists and wealthy Paris businessmen alike to compare their sexy resident hallucination to the Sparkling Diamond herself.
With her sultry demeanour, paradoxical image (a virgin temptress) and tantalizing, rhythmic dance, the tiny fairy seemed to be quite like Satine.
Poor men turned to her for solace when they were thrown out the Moulin-- rich men pretended that her charms were the inferior of the two. But the real reflection on the similarities was the relationship between the hallucination and the star. Satine drank but rarely, sinking into conversation with her mirror image when life at the Moulin grew a little too hard.
The fairy often watched Satine muse, and felt empathy for the beautiful woman who was thought to have everything, but in reality was emotionally starved.
Though she was merely an image painted by a reeling, intoxicated imagination, the whimsical creature couldn't help but want to mend the scars on Satine's soul.
Only those who have been truly hurt know the pain that life can cause. The fairy knew the hidden torment in the depths of those enchanting eyes …in many ways, they were her own. When Satine drank, the fairy wouldn't dance for her-- the Diamond saw enough of that on stage. Instead, she perched on whatever jewels Satine had thrown on the dressing table, singing soft lullabies to . . . her friend.
The fairy's warmth provided Satine with the hope that her customers stripped away. She replenished the Diamond's feeling of self-worth with her blissful melody and compassionate smile
Tonight, though, it was different. The fairy had been taunted too much-- her own iridescent soul was troubled by the sordid world she lived in. As she sank down onto Satine's rouge puff, she looked up at the Sparkling Diamond, tears glittering like tiny jewels against her flower-petal skin. Satine's eyes met hers, and together, they cried.
Satine's face was bruised; purplish smears clotted her ivory cheek. Blood blossomed from her lip and mingled with the pearls of pain sliding across her visage.
A customer had been merciless earlier in the evening, with a feral expression and a cruel touch. Satine could still see the rage glinting in his piggish eyes.
The fairy touched Satine's skin with delicate fingertips, and the throbbing pain and discoloured flesh healed
Satine smiled ruefully.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"De rien," the fairy replied.
A contented smile caressed Satine's lips, the first genuine smile she'd experienced in what felt like an eternity.
The fairy rose softly on glittering wings, darting from one edge of Satine's mirror to the other. She paused before the centre, sparkles falling from the emeralds she wore in her hair.
She wrapped her arms around herself, as though she were trying to embrace Satine. She then spun in a blinding whirl of jade glitter and passion, and disappeared, her warmth still curled in fragrant tendrils around Satine's soul.
With peace finally soothing her heart, the courtesan fell into dreams; visions of her beloved companion glowed in her mind, and in sleep, she smiled.
~*~
© Camille and Norah
(Rouge Diamants)
~*~
There was something about her fiery curls and seductive siren song that caused Bohemian artists and wealthy Paris businessmen alike to compare their sexy resident hallucination to the Sparkling Diamond herself.
With her sultry demeanour, paradoxical image (a virgin temptress) and tantalizing, rhythmic dance, the tiny fairy seemed to be quite like Satine.
Poor men turned to her for solace when they were thrown out the Moulin-- rich men pretended that her charms were the inferior of the two. But the real reflection on the similarities was the relationship between the hallucination and the star. Satine drank but rarely, sinking into conversation with her mirror image when life at the Moulin grew a little too hard.
The fairy often watched Satine muse, and felt empathy for the beautiful woman who was thought to have everything, but in reality was emotionally starved.
Though she was merely an image painted by a reeling, intoxicated imagination, the whimsical creature couldn't help but want to mend the scars on Satine's soul.
Only those who have been truly hurt know the pain that life can cause. The fairy knew the hidden torment in the depths of those enchanting eyes …in many ways, they were her own. When Satine drank, the fairy wouldn't dance for her-- the Diamond saw enough of that on stage. Instead, she perched on whatever jewels Satine had thrown on the dressing table, singing soft lullabies to . . . her friend.
The fairy's warmth provided Satine with the hope that her customers stripped away. She replenished the Diamond's feeling of self-worth with her blissful melody and compassionate smile
Tonight, though, it was different. The fairy had been taunted too much-- her own iridescent soul was troubled by the sordid world she lived in. As she sank down onto Satine's rouge puff, she looked up at the Sparkling Diamond, tears glittering like tiny jewels against her flower-petal skin. Satine's eyes met hers, and together, they cried.
Satine's face was bruised; purplish smears clotted her ivory cheek. Blood blossomed from her lip and mingled with the pearls of pain sliding across her visage.
A customer had been merciless earlier in the evening, with a feral expression and a cruel touch. Satine could still see the rage glinting in his piggish eyes.
The fairy touched Satine's skin with delicate fingertips, and the throbbing pain and discoloured flesh healed
Satine smiled ruefully.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"De rien," the fairy replied.
A contented smile caressed Satine's lips, the first genuine smile she'd experienced in what felt like an eternity.
The fairy rose softly on glittering wings, darting from one edge of Satine's mirror to the other. She paused before the centre, sparkles falling from the emeralds she wore in her hair.
She wrapped her arms around herself, as though she were trying to embrace Satine. She then spun in a blinding whirl of jade glitter and passion, and disappeared, her warmth still curled in fragrant tendrils around Satine's soul.
With peace finally soothing her heart, the courtesan fell into dreams; visions of her beloved companion glowed in her mind, and in sleep, she smiled.
~*~