"Twist Of Fate"
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any of these characters, oh but how I want Christian! Song does belong to me either!
Summary: What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
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Christian watch the first rays of gold trickle onto Satine's sleeping face. She had long since been asleep, exhasted from the passion and love that had blossomed between the night before. But Christian couldn't sleep…his mind and heart were just far to over abunant with joy to let his body rest. So he held he close, watched her in a peaceful sumber…and let the realization that she was his again sink in.
Even though his heart was over following with navie brilliance of true love once more…shrill voices of doubt had plauged the poet through the night. Voices that cried "If she loved you than why did she leave you?" Voices that he tried to push away from his mind, but with all his trys they only came back stronger.
Yet, though the storming of love and confusion that blurred around Christian, the sense of clam came over him as he heard the echoed words of the flower girl in his mind "She is still in love you. She scarified everything she was for you…" And those words eased his mind, gave him the reality that her love was real and not an illusion.
So he had made a decision to himself as he watch the goddess in his arms sleep. He would find out the truth. He would find out why the Courtesan really chose the Mararajaha.
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Satine allowed the early morning sun to stream onto her face without agruement. She let herself get lost in Christian's arms allowing her to savor the perfection that englufed her. For 12 years she had lived without this kind of completeness…this sense of feeling and being loved. And now that she had it again…she would cherish every ounce of it.
Then all of a sudden her jovial trace was over. She felt Christian take his arms from around her and climb out of the bed in a manor that was quite discomforting to her frail sense of self-worth. Pushing the bad thoughts to the back of her mind, Satine let her eyes flutter open giving way to a new morning with her true love.
"Good morning, darling" Satine said was she watched her poet gazing out the window as he began to dress. He seemed deep in thought and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her call.
"Morning Love!" Christian breathed as he spun around in shock. He had been so far gone in thought of what he could say to Satine when she got up that he hadn't even realized she was up! "Satine I need to speak with you..."
The bitterness that colored his face as he spoke the last phase made her insides shutter in terror. What did me mean "I have to speak with you..." Old fears once more ran though her as she moved away from Christian as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Satine...I...I need to know...why you left me for the Duke..." He stutter out clumsy trying to search her eyes for some reaction. But she simple turned away from his plea and stared in the other direction.
"Chris…Christian…" Satine struggled trying to stop her voice from cracking. How could he ever understand…the pain…the fear…in her decision, "The Duke was going to kill you if I didn't end or love…and Harry made me so scared that if I left with you I would only hurt you…"
Christian uttered no sounds as Satine confessed the truth. Only stared blankly at her fiery hair as she continued. He was finally learning the truth that had been right in front of him.
"I wanted to run away with you Christian…but I couldn't I just couldn't let Richard kill you…" Satine whispered as tears began vision. She couldn't look at Christian… she was to scared to see his face, "If you only knew what I went though Christian…" Satine bit down hard on her lower lip to stop her from letting out a sorrowful moan. This was it. Their bliss was over. Her poet would never want her now that he knew the truth.
Then as the harsh silence in the room seemed to send more stabs of misery than her heart could stand she felt a pair of strong airs draw her into an embrace.
"Shh love, don't cry. Nothing could make me not stopping loving you Satine." He smiled wiping the tears away from her eyes, "Come what may remember?"
"Yes…Come what may" She sighed snuggling up against him "Until the end of time…"
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The two spent the rest of those early mourning hours cuddling and kissing in each other's arms. It was almost as if the two people who had been alive merely a day ago had been replaced by lovesick fools. Fools with star dust in their eyes and a lover in their heart.
"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you." Christian lulling voice sang to Satine as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my ey…"
But before the song was through a harsh knock at the door cutting Christian off. "Mademoiselles, a telegram has arrived for you!" A thickly accented man yelled from the other side of the door.
"Yes, just like leave it under the door please!" Satine called back hoping for the man to leave before she could retrieve her message. Finally when she heard his footsteps scamper away, she began to crawl out of Christian's arms when she felt him grab her wrist pulling him back to her.
"Stay darling, worry about it later…" he sighed nuzzling into her shoulder. "Worry about it later…"
"I'll be only a moment…" Satine said lightly with a smile as she gathered all the sheets around her and went off to get the telegram.
Satine began to open the message cheerfully but when she read the letter all life drained from her and she slowly descended to the floor. It was over…all over…
"Satine what's wrong? What's matter?" Christian panicked as he went rushing to her aid on the floor. Something was horrible wrong.
"It's Richard…he's come to Paris tomorrow…he's going to take you away from me…" Said cried frantically as she clutched to Christian, "I can't lose you again…I just can't"
"We'll run away, Satine, far far away. I won't let him take you away from me," he cooed as he cradled her in his arms soothing all her pain, "I promise I will never let to be apart ever again…"
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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Please review!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any of these characters, oh but how I want Christian! Song does belong to me either!
Summary: What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
*~*~*~*~*
Christian watch the first rays of gold trickle onto Satine's sleeping face. She had long since been asleep, exhasted from the passion and love that had blossomed between the night before. But Christian couldn't sleep…his mind and heart were just far to over abunant with joy to let his body rest. So he held he close, watched her in a peaceful sumber…and let the realization that she was his again sink in.
Even though his heart was over following with navie brilliance of true love once more…shrill voices of doubt had plauged the poet through the night. Voices that cried "If she loved you than why did she leave you?" Voices that he tried to push away from his mind, but with all his trys they only came back stronger.
Yet, though the storming of love and confusion that blurred around Christian, the sense of clam came over him as he heard the echoed words of the flower girl in his mind "She is still in love you. She scarified everything she was for you…" And those words eased his mind, gave him the reality that her love was real and not an illusion.
So he had made a decision to himself as he watch the goddess in his arms sleep. He would find out the truth. He would find out why the Courtesan really chose the Mararajaha.
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Satine allowed the early morning sun to stream onto her face without agruement. She let herself get lost in Christian's arms allowing her to savor the perfection that englufed her. For 12 years she had lived without this kind of completeness…this sense of feeling and being loved. And now that she had it again…she would cherish every ounce of it.
Then all of a sudden her jovial trace was over. She felt Christian take his arms from around her and climb out of the bed in a manor that was quite discomforting to her frail sense of self-worth. Pushing the bad thoughts to the back of her mind, Satine let her eyes flutter open giving way to a new morning with her true love.
"Good morning, darling" Satine said was she watched her poet gazing out the window as he began to dress. He seemed deep in thought and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her call.
"Morning Love!" Christian breathed as he spun around in shock. He had been so far gone in thought of what he could say to Satine when she got up that he hadn't even realized she was up! "Satine I need to speak with you..."
The bitterness that colored his face as he spoke the last phase made her insides shutter in terror. What did me mean "I have to speak with you..." Old fears once more ran though her as she moved away from Christian as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Satine...I...I need to know...why you left me for the Duke..." He stutter out clumsy trying to search her eyes for some reaction. But she simple turned away from his plea and stared in the other direction.
"Chris…Christian…" Satine struggled trying to stop her voice from cracking. How could he ever understand…the pain…the fear…in her decision, "The Duke was going to kill you if I didn't end or love…and Harry made me so scared that if I left with you I would only hurt you…"
Christian uttered no sounds as Satine confessed the truth. Only stared blankly at her fiery hair as she continued. He was finally learning the truth that had been right in front of him.
"I wanted to run away with you Christian…but I couldn't I just couldn't let Richard kill you…" Satine whispered as tears began vision. She couldn't look at Christian… she was to scared to see his face, "If you only knew what I went though Christian…" Satine bit down hard on her lower lip to stop her from letting out a sorrowful moan. This was it. Their bliss was over. Her poet would never want her now that he knew the truth.
Then as the harsh silence in the room seemed to send more stabs of misery than her heart could stand she felt a pair of strong airs draw her into an embrace.
"Shh love, don't cry. Nothing could make me not stopping loving you Satine." He smiled wiping the tears away from her eyes, "Come what may remember?"
"Yes…Come what may" She sighed snuggling up against him "Until the end of time…"
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The two spent the rest of those early mourning hours cuddling and kissing in each other's arms. It was almost as if the two people who had been alive merely a day ago had been replaced by lovesick fools. Fools with star dust in their eyes and a lover in their heart.
"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you." Christian lulling voice sang to Satine as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my ey…"
But before the song was through a harsh knock at the door cutting Christian off. "Mademoiselles, a telegram has arrived for you!" A thickly accented man yelled from the other side of the door.
"Yes, just like leave it under the door please!" Satine called back hoping for the man to leave before she could retrieve her message. Finally when she heard his footsteps scamper away, she began to crawl out of Christian's arms when she felt him grab her wrist pulling him back to her.
"Stay darling, worry about it later…" he sighed nuzzling into her shoulder. "Worry about it later…"
"I'll be only a moment…" Satine said lightly with a smile as she gathered all the sheets around her and went off to get the telegram.
Satine began to open the message cheerfully but when she read the letter all life drained from her and she slowly descended to the floor. It was over…all over…
"Satine what's wrong? What's matter?" Christian panicked as he went rushing to her aid on the floor. Something was horrible wrong.
"It's Richard…he's come to Paris tomorrow…he's going to take you away from me…" Said cried frantically as she clutched to Christian, "I can't lose you again…I just can't"
"We'll run away, Satine, far far away. I won't let him take you away from me," he cooed as he cradled her in his arms soothing all her pain, "I promise I will never let to be apart ever again…"
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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Please review!