A/N: Skip the disclaimer this time. You've read it. You know it. And it not
being here doesn't mean that it doesn't apply. *blows raspberry*
But anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed. I never expected so many reviews! Thanks all! It made me feel squishy inside.
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Dr. Morrison threw back her golden head and laughed. The laugh was medicinal to me, and sounded like water gliding over rocks. She lightly splashed her pale feet over the water from the dock. It was a beautiful spring day and I had taken her to the park since we had the day off. She was wearing a white cotton dress and her hair was tied back in a golden bun. Her green eyes twinkled as she turned to me.
"So, Michael, why exactly did you want me to come to the park with you?"
"Well, you see…." I began. I had rehearsed this speech in my head many times over. "It's just that…..um…."
"Yes?" she began.
"Well Dr. Morrison…"
"You may call me Rachel." She said, taking my hand in hers. Had I seen "that" look in her face?
"Well, I was wondering if you would consider, well, letting me take you, er, places." I finally managed to get out.
"I would enjoy that." She smiled at me. I smiled back. "'Never knew I could feel like this…'" she started. I grinned. Long had I admired my great- great-great-great grandfather and his beautiful mind. This song was a favorite of mine from his book, and she knew that.
"'Like I've never seen the sky before'" I sang.
"'Want to vanish inside…your…kiss…'" she softly sang. That is as far as she got. Then the leaned over and we embraced in a long kiss.
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I awoke from my dream and sighed heavily. Rachel was not here. I was in the year 1899, almost 1900. Christian was leaning over me.
"Get up! It's in the middle of the night, but I need your help!" he said. I sprung to life at that moment and flew out of the door with him.
"What is the matter?" I asked as we slowly crept through the streets of Montmartre.
"Oh, nothing really," he laughed. I was puzzled. Then why was he dragging me from the best dream I've had in ages?
"Just that Toulouse needs us in one of his paintings," he said. "It's titled 'The Twins' since he claims that we act, sound, and look so alike."
"Oh!" I laughed.
He pulled me into the Moulin Rouge. We made our way through the throngs of people dancing, singing drunkenly, and being pleasured one of the booths where Toulouse was there with his pad of paper and, of course, a glass of Absinthe.
"So glad you could make it!" he said in a slurred voice. I felt bad for him. Over the last few weeks, I noticed that he drank more and more. Not to mention his dwarven state. The latter didn't seem to phase him, it seemed.
"I'm honored to be a part of one of your pieces!"
"Just stand over there with Nini, or China Doll, or one of the Diamond Dogs!" he laughed.
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"This is great!" I exclaimed breathlessly the next morning when he unveiled it to us. The finished piece was one of his best yet! It featured us sitting down with China Doll between us in a "Ta-Da!" pose. If it was done by any other artist, it would not have been complete. But in the Toulouse style, there were vibrant colors behind us making it look like we were popping out of the page! (A/N: Think that Moulin Rouge wallpaper for Spectacular Spectacular!) It was wonderful!
"Thank you!" he said.
I was already honored by Toulouse, Christian, Satine, and the others. But how could I explain to them why I was here and that they soon wouldn't remember me anymore? Once again I couldn't tell them yet. Would I ever?
A/N: Like it? Review! MWA HWA HWA!!
But anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed. I never expected so many reviews! Thanks all! It made me feel squishy inside.
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Dr. Morrison threw back her golden head and laughed. The laugh was medicinal to me, and sounded like water gliding over rocks. She lightly splashed her pale feet over the water from the dock. It was a beautiful spring day and I had taken her to the park since we had the day off. She was wearing a white cotton dress and her hair was tied back in a golden bun. Her green eyes twinkled as she turned to me.
"So, Michael, why exactly did you want me to come to the park with you?"
"Well, you see…." I began. I had rehearsed this speech in my head many times over. "It's just that…..um…."
"Yes?" she began.
"Well Dr. Morrison…"
"You may call me Rachel." She said, taking my hand in hers. Had I seen "that" look in her face?
"Well, I was wondering if you would consider, well, letting me take you, er, places." I finally managed to get out.
"I would enjoy that." She smiled at me. I smiled back. "'Never knew I could feel like this…'" she started. I grinned. Long had I admired my great- great-great-great grandfather and his beautiful mind. This song was a favorite of mine from his book, and she knew that.
"'Like I've never seen the sky before'" I sang.
"'Want to vanish inside…your…kiss…'" she softly sang. That is as far as she got. Then the leaned over and we embraced in a long kiss.
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I awoke from my dream and sighed heavily. Rachel was not here. I was in the year 1899, almost 1900. Christian was leaning over me.
"Get up! It's in the middle of the night, but I need your help!" he said. I sprung to life at that moment and flew out of the door with him.
"What is the matter?" I asked as we slowly crept through the streets of Montmartre.
"Oh, nothing really," he laughed. I was puzzled. Then why was he dragging me from the best dream I've had in ages?
"Just that Toulouse needs us in one of his paintings," he said. "It's titled 'The Twins' since he claims that we act, sound, and look so alike."
"Oh!" I laughed.
He pulled me into the Moulin Rouge. We made our way through the throngs of people dancing, singing drunkenly, and being pleasured one of the booths where Toulouse was there with his pad of paper and, of course, a glass of Absinthe.
"So glad you could make it!" he said in a slurred voice. I felt bad for him. Over the last few weeks, I noticed that he drank more and more. Not to mention his dwarven state. The latter didn't seem to phase him, it seemed.
"I'm honored to be a part of one of your pieces!"
"Just stand over there with Nini, or China Doll, or one of the Diamond Dogs!" he laughed.
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"This is great!" I exclaimed breathlessly the next morning when he unveiled it to us. The finished piece was one of his best yet! It featured us sitting down with China Doll between us in a "Ta-Da!" pose. If it was done by any other artist, it would not have been complete. But in the Toulouse style, there were vibrant colors behind us making it look like we were popping out of the page! (A/N: Think that Moulin Rouge wallpaper for Spectacular Spectacular!) It was wonderful!
"Thank you!" he said.
I was already honored by Toulouse, Christian, Satine, and the others. But how could I explain to them why I was here and that they soon wouldn't remember me anymore? Once again I couldn't tell them yet. Would I ever?
A/N: Like it? Review! MWA HWA HWA!!