*A/N* This is the very last chapter (epilogue... whatever) of this story.
I'm almost sad to see it go...
Please note that I have no talent in english poetry, so Christian's poem is a sad attempt on my part... (Think this poem, except really, really good)
** ** are for mind (telepathic) talking
Anyways, there probably will be a sequel, but it might not appear for a while (I'm still thinking it over) and AGAIN thanks to all the reviewers! I love you guys!!! *tear*
Out of the Darkness... Into the Light
The faint ticking of the typewriter keys echoed about the room and roused her from sleep. Satine inhaled deeply, and without coughing, let out a content sigh. Her tuberculosis had cleared due to the country air during her abduction, even though she suffered the duke's abuse.
Pulling herself up on her elbows, her eyes scanned the room. Christian's garret hadn't changed much since the day the darkness fell, and for that she was grateful. Things were perfect the way they were.
Her eyes fell on Christian typing feverishly at the keys. Crumpled papers littered the floor around him, and he was completely enraptured in his work.
**Morning!** Satine's thoughts cast at him. He stopped immediately and turned to face her.
"Morning, love! I didn't feel you wake up," he answered, tapping his temple.
Their bond had grown so strong after the duke died, they could feel each others' souls in their heads. Thoughts could be "cast" at each other's minds, emotions were felt mutually, and even apart physically, they were constantly together. They were now one.
"You looked busy," Satine responded, sitting up.
**Say hello to the boys for me,** Christian cast, picking up his mess on the ground.
Satine rubbed her swollen stomach, cooing softly. Although there was no way to be sure, they instinctively knew Satine was carrying boys, and they felt the two hearts beat inside her. And there was no doubt in their minds that these children were Christian's, because they "felt" them appear.
"What are you writing?," she called as he left the room to throw out the papers.
"A poem," Christian answered distractedly. She heard a clank of dishes emitting from the kitchen.
**Read it to me.**
Christian appeared in the doorway, blushing of embarrassment. "It's not finished..."
**Liar,** she cast. She knew he was. "What is it about?"
Christian had never renounced to read something he wrote to her. Satine felt hurt, and somewhat worried; she knew Christian sensed it.
"It's about... It's about what happened with the duke..." he mumbled, looking down. He didn't want to be the cause of her worry, but he didn't want to remind her of what happened.
**Read it to me.**
Christian looked at her, incredulous. He felt no fear, no shame, nor anger from her. Only the genuine wish to hear the poem.
Shrugging, he grabbed the paper from the desk and sat on the bed, beside Satine. Strangely, his palms were sweating. He hadn't felt this nervous since he first met Satine! Maybe it was because he'd poured his thoughts and heart onto paper, describing exactly what he felt during Satine's recovery. Maybe it was because he was afraid of what she'd think of it. Or that it would force her to relive the events that caused them both such pain.
She looked at him expectantly. **It's alright. It's over now.** He nodded slowly.
"Out of the Darkness,
Trapped without light,
Soon the night's wings take flight.
Chasing the sun,
Drowning in fear,
Now she knows I'm here.
Give up the chase
And take my hand.
I smile and help her stand.
One step from hell,
Two to the day,
Three, she reaches the sun's ray.
You're here with me,
Safe and sound.
It's you I finally found.
Nothing to fear,
You're here with me,
And now you're finally free."
**Out of the darkness, into the light,** Satine added. The poem was perfect. Everything was perfect now. **I love you.**
**I love you too. And you're right, everything is perfect.**
Out of the darkness, into the light...
Please note that I have no talent in english poetry, so Christian's poem is a sad attempt on my part... (Think this poem, except really, really good)
** ** are for mind (telepathic) talking
Anyways, there probably will be a sequel, but it might not appear for a while (I'm still thinking it over) and AGAIN thanks to all the reviewers! I love you guys!!! *tear*
Out of the Darkness... Into the Light
The faint ticking of the typewriter keys echoed about the room and roused her from sleep. Satine inhaled deeply, and without coughing, let out a content sigh. Her tuberculosis had cleared due to the country air during her abduction, even though she suffered the duke's abuse.
Pulling herself up on her elbows, her eyes scanned the room. Christian's garret hadn't changed much since the day the darkness fell, and for that she was grateful. Things were perfect the way they were.
Her eyes fell on Christian typing feverishly at the keys. Crumpled papers littered the floor around him, and he was completely enraptured in his work.
**Morning!** Satine's thoughts cast at him. He stopped immediately and turned to face her.
"Morning, love! I didn't feel you wake up," he answered, tapping his temple.
Their bond had grown so strong after the duke died, they could feel each others' souls in their heads. Thoughts could be "cast" at each other's minds, emotions were felt mutually, and even apart physically, they were constantly together. They were now one.
"You looked busy," Satine responded, sitting up.
**Say hello to the boys for me,** Christian cast, picking up his mess on the ground.
Satine rubbed her swollen stomach, cooing softly. Although there was no way to be sure, they instinctively knew Satine was carrying boys, and they felt the two hearts beat inside her. And there was no doubt in their minds that these children were Christian's, because they "felt" them appear.
"What are you writing?," she called as he left the room to throw out the papers.
"A poem," Christian answered distractedly. She heard a clank of dishes emitting from the kitchen.
**Read it to me.**
Christian appeared in the doorway, blushing of embarrassment. "It's not finished..."
**Liar,** she cast. She knew he was. "What is it about?"
Christian had never renounced to read something he wrote to her. Satine felt hurt, and somewhat worried; she knew Christian sensed it.
"It's about... It's about what happened with the duke..." he mumbled, looking down. He didn't want to be the cause of her worry, but he didn't want to remind her of what happened.
**Read it to me.**
Christian looked at her, incredulous. He felt no fear, no shame, nor anger from her. Only the genuine wish to hear the poem.
Shrugging, he grabbed the paper from the desk and sat on the bed, beside Satine. Strangely, his palms were sweating. He hadn't felt this nervous since he first met Satine! Maybe it was because he'd poured his thoughts and heart onto paper, describing exactly what he felt during Satine's recovery. Maybe it was because he was afraid of what she'd think of it. Or that it would force her to relive the events that caused them both such pain.
She looked at him expectantly. **It's alright. It's over now.** He nodded slowly.
"Out of the Darkness,
Trapped without light,
Soon the night's wings take flight.
Chasing the sun,
Drowning in fear,
Now she knows I'm here.
Give up the chase
And take my hand.
I smile and help her stand.
One step from hell,
Two to the day,
Three, she reaches the sun's ray.
You're here with me,
Safe and sound.
It's you I finally found.
Nothing to fear,
You're here with me,
And now you're finally free."
**Out of the darkness, into the light,** Satine added. The poem was perfect. Everything was perfect now. **I love you.**
**I love you too. And you're right, everything is perfect.**
Out of the darkness, into the light...