Christian Remembers Satine
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Continued from "The Sister of Satine: Leona"
Chapter 2
Christian Remembers Satine
(DEDICATED TO THE GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME!)
As Christian slept that night, he dreamt of Satine's kiss that night in the hall, where Zidler had seen them. Though Christian never knew of Satine's deadly disease at that time and hadn't known about it until he had held her lifeless body in his arms that night behind the curtains, but he knew something was keeping them apart. Something more terrible than the Duke. Something more deadly. He kept dreaming, sweetly, of her touch and her silky lips and then awoke with a jolt. He put his fingers to his lips, as if to try and hold on to her kiss. The dark room seemed to be even darker than usual that night.
"Come what may," he thought to himself. and then fell back into a deeper sleep, this time dreaming of nothing. He awoke again the following morning to a knock at the door. He yelled from his bed, "who is it?!"
"It's me! Tawoose! Let me in, pwease!"
"It's unlocked, Toulouse," said Christian.
Toulouse walked in and pointed out that he should lock his door at night. Christian mumbled something that Toulouse couldn't make out. Toulouse helped himself to some old Absinthe that had been sitting on the nightstand. He crunched his face into a strange look and then swallowed. "Chwistian," said Toulouse, "I think we should leave this pwace."
Christian looked shocked that Toulouse would want to leave Montmarte. This had been his home for his entire life. "Why would you want to leave, Toulouse?" asked Christian. "It's too dark here, Chwistian, the peepo are hatefo and it's starting to become a curse." Christian looked thoughtful for a moment. He then decided that he didn't want to leave.
"Toulouse, I have to tell you something."
"What, pwease tell me! Is it a supwise?!"
Christian almost laughed. Toulouse's inability to pronounce some of his letters was quite amusing.
"I met a woman yesterday, Toulouse."
Toulouse looked absolutely floored.
"You met someone, oh, I'm so happy!" Toulouse did a little dance with his cane.
"Her name is Leona."
Toulouse stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Christian.
"Le..Leona?"
"Yes."
Toulouse looked like he was searching his brain to say something casual.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about her, Toulouse?"
Toulouse almost started to cry.
Christian sat up from his bed and put his shirt on. "She looks exactly like her.."
Toulouse stood there, silent.
Angrily, he turned his head to look at Toulouse, but, Toulouse had made his way out the door.
Christian searched the room for him, but there was no sign.
He sat in his bed, his shirt half on and half off, and sighed.
CHAPTER 3 COMING SOON
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Continued from "The Sister of Satine: Leona"
Chapter 2
Christian Remembers Satine
(DEDICATED TO THE GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME!)
As Christian slept that night, he dreamt of Satine's kiss that night in the hall, where Zidler had seen them. Though Christian never knew of Satine's deadly disease at that time and hadn't known about it until he had held her lifeless body in his arms that night behind the curtains, but he knew something was keeping them apart. Something more terrible than the Duke. Something more deadly. He kept dreaming, sweetly, of her touch and her silky lips and then awoke with a jolt. He put his fingers to his lips, as if to try and hold on to her kiss. The dark room seemed to be even darker than usual that night.
"Come what may," he thought to himself. and then fell back into a deeper sleep, this time dreaming of nothing. He awoke again the following morning to a knock at the door. He yelled from his bed, "who is it?!"
"It's me! Tawoose! Let me in, pwease!"
"It's unlocked, Toulouse," said Christian.
Toulouse walked in and pointed out that he should lock his door at night. Christian mumbled something that Toulouse couldn't make out. Toulouse helped himself to some old Absinthe that had been sitting on the nightstand. He crunched his face into a strange look and then swallowed. "Chwistian," said Toulouse, "I think we should leave this pwace."
Christian looked shocked that Toulouse would want to leave Montmarte. This had been his home for his entire life. "Why would you want to leave, Toulouse?" asked Christian. "It's too dark here, Chwistian, the peepo are hatefo and it's starting to become a curse." Christian looked thoughtful for a moment. He then decided that he didn't want to leave.
"Toulouse, I have to tell you something."
"What, pwease tell me! Is it a supwise?!"
Christian almost laughed. Toulouse's inability to pronounce some of his letters was quite amusing.
"I met a woman yesterday, Toulouse."
Toulouse looked absolutely floored.
"You met someone, oh, I'm so happy!" Toulouse did a little dance with his cane.
"Her name is Leona."
Toulouse stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Christian.
"Le..Leona?"
"Yes."
Toulouse looked like he was searching his brain to say something casual.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about her, Toulouse?"
Toulouse almost started to cry.
Christian sat up from his bed and put his shirt on. "She looks exactly like her.."
Toulouse stood there, silent.
Angrily, he turned his head to look at Toulouse, but, Toulouse had made his way out the door.
Christian searched the room for him, but there was no sign.
He sat in his bed, his shirt half on and half off, and sighed.
CHAPTER 3 COMING SOON