Author's Note --- I don't own anything. It all belongs to Baz. And Come
What May lyrics are also from Moulin Rouge!.
Never Knew I Could Feel Like This
As the sun began to rise in Paris, streams of sunlight began pouring into Christian's garret, bathing both Satine and him in warm light. Christian's eyelids flicker as he begins to wake, groaning as he moves. He still sits at the side of the bed on the floor, leaned over to allow his head to lay on the bed. His neck doesn't seem to want to move, and when he forces it to, he immediately regrets it. Grunting, he reaches his hand back to massage his sore neck as he takes a moment to recall the night before. His gaze drifts up to the form of Satine, laying comfortably in his bed, staring at him. He jumps noticeably, obviously startled to see her staring back at him. He takes a moment, just staring dumbly at her, before he finally comes to his senses. Immediately, he jumps up into a standing position, groaning in pain at the sudden movement of his neck. However, he pays it only that brief moment of attention, before turning his attention completely to Satine.
"Satine? Honey, how do you feel?" He manages to say, trying desperately to keep calm while she's awake. He can't let her see how scared he is. He must be strong for her.
Satine struggles to pull herself into a sitting position, and Christian hurries to help her. "I'm… okay…" She says softly, glancing around. "I… I don't really remember what happened… I remember you proposing… Then all I can remember is black. And a doctor. And here I am…" She frowns, looking away from him. "I should've told you sooner."
Christian shakes his head, reaching over to cup her chin in his hand. "Satine, everything is going to be okay. I promise you. We'll get through this. I love you. You'll get better. You'll see. Which, speaking of, you shouldn't be talking. The doctor said that if you wanted to get better, you should keep talking to a minimum, and always whisper."
Satine can't help but smile at his concern. Still, she sighs sadly, turning her head away. "What does is matter? I can't get better. Christian, this isn't a fairy tale. I know that there's a slim to none chance of me getting better. So many people I knew have died of consumption. Love doesn't overcome all obstacles. You can't expect a miracle. Maybe some people get miracles, but those are people who deserve them. I'm a creature of the underworld, Christian. Miracles don't happen to people like me."
Christian's eyes fill with pain as she speaks, and he shakes his head. "No! Don't talk like that! You will get better. I know you will!" He feels his strong cover-up begin to crumble, as tears make their way into his eyes. "Satine, don't say that. We'll be together forever. Come what may, remember? You're going to fly away and become a famous actress, and I'm going to become a famous writer, and we'll settle down in some small town in England and raise a family. You want that, don't you? Satine, it was meant to happen. We are going to be together." He licks his dry lips, and reaches out to grasp her hand. "You're going to get better. If not for yourself, for me. I'll die without you, Satine. I'll die. Satine…." He reaches back into his pocket, once more removing the engagement ring. "Please… Marry me," he whispers, holding the ring out to her, his eyes silently begging her to respond.
Satine can't hide her tears as they escape and begin sliding down her cheeks. "Christian… I…" She forces a small smile, nodding her head. "Yes, I'll marry you. I love you. Come what may," she says softly, as he slips the ring gently onto her finger. He reaches out to wrap her in his warm embrace and she eagerly snuggles herself in, sobbing happily into his shirt. "I love you, Christian… I'll always love you… No matter what…"
Christian smiles, allowing himself to forget about her current state of health, and instead focus on the fact that she was his fiancé. Softly, he begins to sing. "Never knew I could feel like this…. It's like I've never seen the sky before…Want to vanish inside your kiss… Every day I love you more and more…"
And they spent the morning like that; in each others arms, singing softly to one another, basking in the warmth of their love. But, as fate would have it, the young lovers would be unable to remain so blissfully happy for long.
The end for now. Tell me if I should continue or not! Leave me a review!
Never Knew I Could Feel Like This
As the sun began to rise in Paris, streams of sunlight began pouring into Christian's garret, bathing both Satine and him in warm light. Christian's eyelids flicker as he begins to wake, groaning as he moves. He still sits at the side of the bed on the floor, leaned over to allow his head to lay on the bed. His neck doesn't seem to want to move, and when he forces it to, he immediately regrets it. Grunting, he reaches his hand back to massage his sore neck as he takes a moment to recall the night before. His gaze drifts up to the form of Satine, laying comfortably in his bed, staring at him. He jumps noticeably, obviously startled to see her staring back at him. He takes a moment, just staring dumbly at her, before he finally comes to his senses. Immediately, he jumps up into a standing position, groaning in pain at the sudden movement of his neck. However, he pays it only that brief moment of attention, before turning his attention completely to Satine.
"Satine? Honey, how do you feel?" He manages to say, trying desperately to keep calm while she's awake. He can't let her see how scared he is. He must be strong for her.
Satine struggles to pull herself into a sitting position, and Christian hurries to help her. "I'm… okay…" She says softly, glancing around. "I… I don't really remember what happened… I remember you proposing… Then all I can remember is black. And a doctor. And here I am…" She frowns, looking away from him. "I should've told you sooner."
Christian shakes his head, reaching over to cup her chin in his hand. "Satine, everything is going to be okay. I promise you. We'll get through this. I love you. You'll get better. You'll see. Which, speaking of, you shouldn't be talking. The doctor said that if you wanted to get better, you should keep talking to a minimum, and always whisper."
Satine can't help but smile at his concern. Still, she sighs sadly, turning her head away. "What does is matter? I can't get better. Christian, this isn't a fairy tale. I know that there's a slim to none chance of me getting better. So many people I knew have died of consumption. Love doesn't overcome all obstacles. You can't expect a miracle. Maybe some people get miracles, but those are people who deserve them. I'm a creature of the underworld, Christian. Miracles don't happen to people like me."
Christian's eyes fill with pain as she speaks, and he shakes his head. "No! Don't talk like that! You will get better. I know you will!" He feels his strong cover-up begin to crumble, as tears make their way into his eyes. "Satine, don't say that. We'll be together forever. Come what may, remember? You're going to fly away and become a famous actress, and I'm going to become a famous writer, and we'll settle down in some small town in England and raise a family. You want that, don't you? Satine, it was meant to happen. We are going to be together." He licks his dry lips, and reaches out to grasp her hand. "You're going to get better. If not for yourself, for me. I'll die without you, Satine. I'll die. Satine…." He reaches back into his pocket, once more removing the engagement ring. "Please… Marry me," he whispers, holding the ring out to her, his eyes silently begging her to respond.
Satine can't hide her tears as they escape and begin sliding down her cheeks. "Christian… I…" She forces a small smile, nodding her head. "Yes, I'll marry you. I love you. Come what may," she says softly, as he slips the ring gently onto her finger. He reaches out to wrap her in his warm embrace and she eagerly snuggles herself in, sobbing happily into his shirt. "I love you, Christian… I'll always love you… No matter what…"
Christian smiles, allowing himself to forget about her current state of health, and instead focus on the fact that she was his fiancé. Softly, he begins to sing. "Never knew I could feel like this…. It's like I've never seen the sky before…Want to vanish inside your kiss… Every day I love you more and more…"
And they spent the morning like that; in each others arms, singing softly to one another, basking in the warmth of their love. But, as fate would have it, the young lovers would be unable to remain so blissfully happy for long.
The end for now. Tell me if I should continue or not! Leave me a review!