A/N: A moment between Satine and Christian. Borderline on fluff *high pitched scream from author* I must take this up with my muses. I felt like writing something sorta happy for a change I spose.
*!*Dreams are made of silver
A soft light danced through the window frame as the sun peeked his head over the horizon for the first time; the time of the moon ruling the sky was over for another night. Satine watched the golden light flood over the windowsill and creep up the covers to find her face. She'd been awake for an hour at least, gazing up at the sky and counting the stars as they faded away into the coming day. Christian lay sleeping beside her; sprawled out on his back with an arm curled around her waist as usual.
'It's the perfect moment right now' Satine thought as the sunlight splayed across Christian's dark hair, 'Too bad he isn't awake'
You are made of gold
She ran a finger through the loose strands of hair that had fallen across his eyes; he made no movement, he was in too deep a sleep for her touch to register but it didn't bother her if he slept on through the sunrise, she was just glad that she was there with him and she would be content to spend the few morning hours awake with her lover asleep than no morning with him at all. She smoothed the strands of hair back and looked lovingly at him as the sunlight made his face glow.
'Sleeping in as usual Christian' she thought musingly to herself, 'Never were an early riser'
I am made of blood and bone
It was turning out to be a cold day; tiny wisps of snow were falling through the open window with the cold breeze. Satine paid no attention to the icy clump forming on the windowsill; she wasn't cold, she had all the warmth she needed right where she was. She laid her head down on his chest and listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart. It was true; his songs really did come from the melody of his heart.
She closed her eyes and felt the blood shift in her throat as she swallowed, when she opened her eyes again she gazed at her hand resting on Christian's shoulder; it looked so brittle, bones made of glass.
So could you find the time,
She scrunched her hand into a fist on his shoulder and snuggled into him, averting her gaze back to the window as more pools of sunlight were washing over the floor. The sunrise would be over soon and the time for daily rehearsals would take over and she would have to once again pretend that Christian was just the writer again.
'Always the pretender' she mused to herself as she instinctively held him tighter, 'Never free to live reality'
To heal my mortal soul,
Christian took a deep breath suddenly and Satine rose upwards to the ceiling with his chest. She looked up; his eyelids were fluttering as though contemplating whether to open or not. She watched him intensely without flinching; anticipating the revealing of those stormy grey eyes she loved so much.
Sure enough they slowly opened and fell upon her, bright and loving as always. "Good morning," he whispered.
Before the moment draws to a close
"I thought you were going to miss it," she replied and the wind blew in like a bucket of gold water splashed through the window.
"Miss what?" he replied, running a hand up her back.
"Just the moment," she said offhandedly, "The sunrise," she added.
"Well, I'm awake now," he smiled, "I'd never miss a moment with you,"
FIN