Lina grinned foolishly out the huge window, thinking about Jesse. Not even
Satine pulling her corset uncomfortably tight could snap her out of her
reverie. Who needed air when there was… Jess. Maybe if she kept looking, he
would walk by.
Even though S'tine had quit the immediately after the 'incident', she stayed around to be by her friends. Lina shared the elephant with her, but only S'tine's closest friends and Nini knew that. Even Harold thought that the only girl up there was his new Sparkling Diamond, Lina.
She didn't trust Nini, but after the death of the Duke (yes, death, haha), 'Legs,' as they called her, was sincerely apologetic, and Satine wanted them to forgive her. She said that Nini had been through a lot and deserved a second chance. Yah, whatever. Most D-Dogs were scared of S'tine after she shot the Duke (the incident), but the girls who knew her, and knew what kind of person the Duke was, stood by her. S'tine was the kindest, friendliest person in Montmarte, and the Duke was… well, a disgusting, scary, twisted rodent who made you want to gag and yell "Ew!" whenever he spoke.
Lina didn't know exactly why Satine'd shot the Duke… but she was sure that it had to be a good reason, even though she was glad he was dead so he wouldn't bother S'tine anymore.
"You're all done, Li!" Satine smiled, slapping her butt to wake her up.
"Oh!" she jolted, "Thanks, S'tine. I'm horrible at tying those."
"So, who's the guy?" Satine asked, craning her head around to see Lina's expression.
"Huh?" She tried to look puzzled and innocent.
"Oh, come on, it's obvious. I've been in love before, too, you know!"
"You have?" Lina had never hear this story! S'tine in love? When?
"His name was Christian," she started, and for the first time Lina had ever known, she sounded hesitant and sad. Alarmed, Lina tried to reach over behind her to comfort S'tine, but she shook her head and continued, "He… We fell in love during the production of Spectacular Spectacular. When the Duke found out my deception, that I loved Chris and not him, in fact despised him, he grew wild with jealousy and," she paused a moment before she could force the next words from lips that desperately didn't want to say them, "…shot Christian, while I looked on in horror. Harold took Chris away to a hospital and refused to tell me where it was." Satine's voice became hard and bitter, explaining why she wouldn't talk to Zidler or tell him she was still around, "I couldn't forgive the Duke, the man who might have killed the one I love, or Harold! Harry didn't even tell me how Chris was doing! He said it was for the best, but I don't even know if Christian's alive," her voice broke, and she wavered before collapsing backward onto the chaise and sobbing uncontrollably, "Christian, Christian, why don't you come for me! It's been 3 years! Life or death, I don't care as long as we're together! Come what may, remember?! COME WHAT MAY!" she screamed, burying her face in a too-yielding pillow.
Lina stood by ineffectually, not sure of how she could console her, patting her back gently and murmuring, "It's alright, he will come for you, I know it!" She believed what she said with all her heart, not knowing why.
Satine hiccuped and dried her tears, waving Lina away, "No, I'm fine," she tried to say gaily (failing), but her voice was cracked and worn with sorrow, and Lina couldn't hear her.
"I'm ok, I said. The show, my life, must go on." She said firmly, picking herself up and pushing Lina's outstretched arms gently back. "You probably know the rest, just not why. When I saw Christian lying in a pool of blood from the heart that loved me, come what may, I couldn't stand there and do nothing. I shot the Duke, and yes, I killed him. But he shot Christian, so he deserved to die." She paused a moment. "I'm sorry I stole the moment, hun, so who is this guy?" she asked, sounding odd, but genuinely eager to know.
After she had confessed such an obviously painful memory, Lina couldn't withhold such a thing from S'tine, "Jesse Wood. He's a painter! He does a lot of paintings of scenery," she said, starting to get excited and starry- eyed, in spite of her sympathetic heartache for S'tine, as she spoke of him, "Jess is staying with Toulouse right now, but he'll probably move out…" She blushed at Satine's raised eyebrows before hastily amending. "We both love Toulouse, we do! It's just that Jess doesn't drink, and Toulouse… You know how he is! He always drinks! Jesse doesn't like to because 'it turns him into a person he doesn't like', he says. Toulouse is the same adorable Toulouse no matter how much he drinks! Oh, and Jess's come to Montmarte from London to join the bohemian revolution!"
Even though S'tine had quit the immediately after the 'incident', she stayed around to be by her friends. Lina shared the elephant with her, but only S'tine's closest friends and Nini knew that. Even Harold thought that the only girl up there was his new Sparkling Diamond, Lina.
She didn't trust Nini, but after the death of the Duke (yes, death, haha), 'Legs,' as they called her, was sincerely apologetic, and Satine wanted them to forgive her. She said that Nini had been through a lot and deserved a second chance. Yah, whatever. Most D-Dogs were scared of S'tine after she shot the Duke (the incident), but the girls who knew her, and knew what kind of person the Duke was, stood by her. S'tine was the kindest, friendliest person in Montmarte, and the Duke was… well, a disgusting, scary, twisted rodent who made you want to gag and yell "Ew!" whenever he spoke.
Lina didn't know exactly why Satine'd shot the Duke… but she was sure that it had to be a good reason, even though she was glad he was dead so he wouldn't bother S'tine anymore.
"You're all done, Li!" Satine smiled, slapping her butt to wake her up.
"Oh!" she jolted, "Thanks, S'tine. I'm horrible at tying those."
"So, who's the guy?" Satine asked, craning her head around to see Lina's expression.
"Huh?" She tried to look puzzled and innocent.
"Oh, come on, it's obvious. I've been in love before, too, you know!"
"You have?" Lina had never hear this story! S'tine in love? When?
"His name was Christian," she started, and for the first time Lina had ever known, she sounded hesitant and sad. Alarmed, Lina tried to reach over behind her to comfort S'tine, but she shook her head and continued, "He… We fell in love during the production of Spectacular Spectacular. When the Duke found out my deception, that I loved Chris and not him, in fact despised him, he grew wild with jealousy and," she paused a moment before she could force the next words from lips that desperately didn't want to say them, "…shot Christian, while I looked on in horror. Harold took Chris away to a hospital and refused to tell me where it was." Satine's voice became hard and bitter, explaining why she wouldn't talk to Zidler or tell him she was still around, "I couldn't forgive the Duke, the man who might have killed the one I love, or Harold! Harry didn't even tell me how Chris was doing! He said it was for the best, but I don't even know if Christian's alive," her voice broke, and she wavered before collapsing backward onto the chaise and sobbing uncontrollably, "Christian, Christian, why don't you come for me! It's been 3 years! Life or death, I don't care as long as we're together! Come what may, remember?! COME WHAT MAY!" she screamed, burying her face in a too-yielding pillow.
Lina stood by ineffectually, not sure of how she could console her, patting her back gently and murmuring, "It's alright, he will come for you, I know it!" She believed what she said with all her heart, not knowing why.
Satine hiccuped and dried her tears, waving Lina away, "No, I'm fine," she tried to say gaily (failing), but her voice was cracked and worn with sorrow, and Lina couldn't hear her.
"I'm ok, I said. The show, my life, must go on." She said firmly, picking herself up and pushing Lina's outstretched arms gently back. "You probably know the rest, just not why. When I saw Christian lying in a pool of blood from the heart that loved me, come what may, I couldn't stand there and do nothing. I shot the Duke, and yes, I killed him. But he shot Christian, so he deserved to die." She paused a moment. "I'm sorry I stole the moment, hun, so who is this guy?" she asked, sounding odd, but genuinely eager to know.
After she had confessed such an obviously painful memory, Lina couldn't withhold such a thing from S'tine, "Jesse Wood. He's a painter! He does a lot of paintings of scenery," she said, starting to get excited and starry- eyed, in spite of her sympathetic heartache for S'tine, as she spoke of him, "Jess is staying with Toulouse right now, but he'll probably move out…" She blushed at Satine's raised eyebrows before hastily amending. "We both love Toulouse, we do! It's just that Jess doesn't drink, and Toulouse… You know how he is! He always drinks! Jesse doesn't like to because 'it turns him into a person he doesn't like', he says. Toulouse is the same adorable Toulouse no matter how much he drinks! Oh, and Jess's come to Montmarte from London to join the bohemian revolution!"