Author's Note --- Once more, no, I don't own anything, no, I am not the
wonderful Baz Luhrman, no, you can't sue me! Thank you.
In The End --- A Force Darker Than Jealousy
The sun had risen and the day had officially begun. Eventually Satine and Christian reluctantly moved apart, and Christian began on fixing them brunch, despite Satine's refusal to being hungry. It seemed like normal times, neither one of the young lovers daring to think about the present. Instead, they seemed to be in a dreamland, both being ignorant to the facts.
From the kitchen, a pot falls to the floor, quickly followed by a "Heh, you don't like eggs all that much anyway, right?" Satine giggles, covering her mouth to hide it as Christian ducks his head in to look at her. "And what is so funny, my dear? I am here as your humble servant, to present… your breakfast. Er, lunch. Eh, whatever meal you want it to be!" He then turns to reveal the plate of burnt bacon and crumbled toast.
Satine begins giggling wildly again, nodding her head. "Oh, my wonderful chef, how delicious it looks! Mmmm! I simply can't wait to take a bite!"
Christian arches a brow with a crooked grin on his face. "I'd watch out, mademoiselle, with that sarcasm of yours; if you're not careful, I'll make you eat this," he threatens, an evil glare in his eye. "I will return!"
He disappears back into the kitchen with the plate, only to return a moment later with another plate. This one contains two pastries, which he obviously didn't make himself.
"Now, your meal is served, my dear."
Taking one for himself, he hands the plate over to her in the bed, as he sits on the foot of it. Satine laughs, taking the plate, but then setting it down beside her. "I'm really not very hungry," she says softly, when he gives her a hurt look. She smiles for him, and he nods, returning to his own pastry. The happy look in her eyes seems to diminish as he turns away, unable to remain so ignorant of her health as he seems to be. Still, for his sake, she still keeps up the façade of being perfectly fine.
She sighs, which gains Christian's attention. "Satine? Is something wrong?" Satine looks over at him, forcing a smile. "Hm? Oh, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the play. It was wonderful," she lies, before stretching. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. You can eat my pastry if you want. I don't think I'm going to have much of an appetite."
Christian nods, still believing that things are like normal. He reaches over to grab her plate, splitting it in half in case she does get hungry later, before devouring it.
Satine slowly shuts the bathroom door behind her, pressing her back against it. She had expected Christian to take the fact that she's dying hard, but she certainly hadn't expected this. It's as though last night was a bad dream. Not real. She feels her eyes well with tears at the realization that Christian was taking this so hard that he's actually in denial. She reaches out for a tissue to wipe her eyes as she feel the urge to cough take over, and she covers her mouth with the tissue instead, smothering the sound considerably.
Crimson blood spurts from her throat, coating the tissue with it. As her coughing slows, she finds she's unable to breathe, and immediately regrets quieting her coughing to not get any attention from him. "Christian…" she manages to whisper, with a small breath of air she receives. Slumping to the ground, she claws at the door to try and get Christian's attention, unable to take in a breath. Slowly, she loses consciousness, her world going black.
Well, how was it? Good? Bad? Let me know! ….To Be continued….
In The End --- A Force Darker Than Jealousy
The sun had risen and the day had officially begun. Eventually Satine and Christian reluctantly moved apart, and Christian began on fixing them brunch, despite Satine's refusal to being hungry. It seemed like normal times, neither one of the young lovers daring to think about the present. Instead, they seemed to be in a dreamland, both being ignorant to the facts.
From the kitchen, a pot falls to the floor, quickly followed by a "Heh, you don't like eggs all that much anyway, right?" Satine giggles, covering her mouth to hide it as Christian ducks his head in to look at her. "And what is so funny, my dear? I am here as your humble servant, to present… your breakfast. Er, lunch. Eh, whatever meal you want it to be!" He then turns to reveal the plate of burnt bacon and crumbled toast.
Satine begins giggling wildly again, nodding her head. "Oh, my wonderful chef, how delicious it looks! Mmmm! I simply can't wait to take a bite!"
Christian arches a brow with a crooked grin on his face. "I'd watch out, mademoiselle, with that sarcasm of yours; if you're not careful, I'll make you eat this," he threatens, an evil glare in his eye. "I will return!"
He disappears back into the kitchen with the plate, only to return a moment later with another plate. This one contains two pastries, which he obviously didn't make himself.
"Now, your meal is served, my dear."
Taking one for himself, he hands the plate over to her in the bed, as he sits on the foot of it. Satine laughs, taking the plate, but then setting it down beside her. "I'm really not very hungry," she says softly, when he gives her a hurt look. She smiles for him, and he nods, returning to his own pastry. The happy look in her eyes seems to diminish as he turns away, unable to remain so ignorant of her health as he seems to be. Still, for his sake, she still keeps up the façade of being perfectly fine.
She sighs, which gains Christian's attention. "Satine? Is something wrong?" Satine looks over at him, forcing a smile. "Hm? Oh, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the play. It was wonderful," she lies, before stretching. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. You can eat my pastry if you want. I don't think I'm going to have much of an appetite."
Christian nods, still believing that things are like normal. He reaches over to grab her plate, splitting it in half in case she does get hungry later, before devouring it.
Satine slowly shuts the bathroom door behind her, pressing her back against it. She had expected Christian to take the fact that she's dying hard, but she certainly hadn't expected this. It's as though last night was a bad dream. Not real. She feels her eyes well with tears at the realization that Christian was taking this so hard that he's actually in denial. She reaches out for a tissue to wipe her eyes as she feel the urge to cough take over, and she covers her mouth with the tissue instead, smothering the sound considerably.
Crimson blood spurts from her throat, coating the tissue with it. As her coughing slows, she finds she's unable to breathe, and immediately regrets quieting her coughing to not get any attention from him. "Christian…" she manages to whisper, with a small breath of air she receives. Slumping to the ground, she claws at the door to try and get Christian's attention, unable to take in a breath. Slowly, she loses consciousness, her world going black.
Well, how was it? Good? Bad? Let me know! ….To Be continued….