Disclaimer: All characters from the movie Moulin Rouge! belong to Baz
Luhrmann.
A/N: I'll be adding on more material as soon as I get these old chapters up. Sorry they're so short.
--Courtney
Chapter 3: Goodbye Montmartre
Wednesday evening came sooner than either Christian or Satine could have imagined. Christian was busy bustling around the apartment, throwing random items into the trunks they were to take on the voyage. Christian only had one suitcase; Satine on the other hand had six trunks, plus two smaller suitcases that held her accessories and diamonds.
"Darling, how on earth are we going to manage to carry your six trunks plus three smaller suitcases to the train station without making at least three or four trips back and forth?" Christian questioned.
Satine, who was sitting up and quietly reading a book, raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, perhaps Chocolat will help carry them. I can take the suitcases, if you like," she whispered slowly. Christian stopped packing and stared at her.
"You will not carry three suitcases to the train station, it's out of the question," he said rather sternly.
"Christian, you treat me like an invalid. I can walk, talk, and carry things like any normal person can," she whined to him.
"Satine, you know what the doctor said. You have to limit strenuous activity and not talk as much until he sees improvement," he fired back at her.
"Oh, all right then, I suppose," she sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said as he walked over and kissed her nose. She giggled and kissed him back as he walked back over and continued packing.
"I won't be needing everything, Christian. Just leave some of it behind. That way, we can make an easier getaway and blend in better," she said as he smiled.
"Sounds like a plan," he said as she returned to reading her novel.
*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*
The ten o'clock hour rang out over the clock in Christian's garret. He had finally finished packing and Satine and Christian just had finished their supper. As they sat there talking about their trip to Limoges, Toulouse burst into the door, panting for breath. Christian and Satine looked up from their supper.
"Toulouse, what's the matter?" Christian questioned slowly. He rose out of his chair as Satine looked on at them both.
"You and Satine better lweave now, Chwistian!" Toulouse said softly. Christian looked at him, shocked.
"Wh--Why Toulouse?" Christian inquired back at him. Toulouse looked at Christian with a look of fear on his face and said,
"Chwistian- the Duke has returned--and he's looking for Satine!" Toulouse answered quickly.
A/N: I'll be adding on more material as soon as I get these old chapters up. Sorry they're so short.
--Courtney
Chapter 3: Goodbye Montmartre
Wednesday evening came sooner than either Christian or Satine could have imagined. Christian was busy bustling around the apartment, throwing random items into the trunks they were to take on the voyage. Christian only had one suitcase; Satine on the other hand had six trunks, plus two smaller suitcases that held her accessories and diamonds.
"Darling, how on earth are we going to manage to carry your six trunks plus three smaller suitcases to the train station without making at least three or four trips back and forth?" Christian questioned.
Satine, who was sitting up and quietly reading a book, raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, perhaps Chocolat will help carry them. I can take the suitcases, if you like," she whispered slowly. Christian stopped packing and stared at her.
"You will not carry three suitcases to the train station, it's out of the question," he said rather sternly.
"Christian, you treat me like an invalid. I can walk, talk, and carry things like any normal person can," she whined to him.
"Satine, you know what the doctor said. You have to limit strenuous activity and not talk as much until he sees improvement," he fired back at her.
"Oh, all right then, I suppose," she sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said as he walked over and kissed her nose. She giggled and kissed him back as he walked back over and continued packing.
"I won't be needing everything, Christian. Just leave some of it behind. That way, we can make an easier getaway and blend in better," she said as he smiled.
"Sounds like a plan," he said as she returned to reading her novel.
*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*
The ten o'clock hour rang out over the clock in Christian's garret. He had finally finished packing and Satine and Christian just had finished their supper. As they sat there talking about their trip to Limoges, Toulouse burst into the door, panting for breath. Christian and Satine looked up from their supper.
"Toulouse, what's the matter?" Christian questioned slowly. He rose out of his chair as Satine looked on at them both.
"You and Satine better lweave now, Chwistian!" Toulouse said softly. Christian looked at him, shocked.
"Wh--Why Toulouse?" Christian inquired back at him. Toulouse looked at Christian with a look of fear on his face and said,
"Chwistian- the Duke has returned--and he's looking for Satine!" Toulouse answered quickly.