Christian awoke; stretched and yawned he looked over to where Satine lay.
She was still asleep, breathing softly with her hair spread messily over
her shoulders. They had slept the day away. It was now becoming dark
outside and Christian was up; he was up and about. He felt so awake, so
alive, he felt like he could do anything.
The smells of breakfast came wafting through the room and met up with Satine's nose, she groaned and rolled over. Her eyes flickered open it was nighttime.
Christian heard a gasp from the other room.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he called rushing over
" The show! It's starting soon," she said
"Yes and.?"
"Um.nothing"
There was sadness in her eyes.
"Satine," Christian struggled for words, he knew how much time and work she had put in to that show, into all her shows.
"You will always be a star."
He said it with so much conviction that Satine couldn't help but smile. Take that Harold, she thought, Christian was truly worth leaving for, one second with him was worth more to her than a thousand diamonds.
Christian smiled back at her, glad that he was not the only one with regrets, he too would miss the debut of his first show, but he knew one thing, he knew they had to move on, and fast. The Duke would surely come looking for them, and that was a risk Christian was not willing to take. He knew how that cowardly mouse-man thought, he would not come alone, that was for certain. Yes, Christian thought, where the Duke went he came closely followed by his manservant, to do any dirty work too grubby for his dainty Duke hands.
"We have to go!" he whispered in her ear
"I know."
Christian was devastated to leave his beloved typewriter behind, he left a note for Toulouse to keep it until they had found a place to stay and hid it under his bed. Satine could have spent hours looking through all her clothes but packed swiftly, at least she would not have to wear those dratted corsets anymore.
They looked out of that window one last time, taking in what they saw before them, all those bright lights, the elephant, and the Red Windmill.
And so, they left Montmatre under the cover of darkness, carrying with them only three suitcases. With heavy hearts and long faces they couldn't help but look back as they took those last steps outside of that gate.
They were in the real world now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I haven't gone back to this fic for so long but I like writing it, and I hope you like reading it, I have absolutely no idea what's going to happen next, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. MOULIN ROUGE 4 EVER!
The smells of breakfast came wafting through the room and met up with Satine's nose, she groaned and rolled over. Her eyes flickered open it was nighttime.
Christian heard a gasp from the other room.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he called rushing over
" The show! It's starting soon," she said
"Yes and.?"
"Um.nothing"
There was sadness in her eyes.
"Satine," Christian struggled for words, he knew how much time and work she had put in to that show, into all her shows.
"You will always be a star."
He said it with so much conviction that Satine couldn't help but smile. Take that Harold, she thought, Christian was truly worth leaving for, one second with him was worth more to her than a thousand diamonds.
Christian smiled back at her, glad that he was not the only one with regrets, he too would miss the debut of his first show, but he knew one thing, he knew they had to move on, and fast. The Duke would surely come looking for them, and that was a risk Christian was not willing to take. He knew how that cowardly mouse-man thought, he would not come alone, that was for certain. Yes, Christian thought, where the Duke went he came closely followed by his manservant, to do any dirty work too grubby for his dainty Duke hands.
"We have to go!" he whispered in her ear
"I know."
Christian was devastated to leave his beloved typewriter behind, he left a note for Toulouse to keep it until they had found a place to stay and hid it under his bed. Satine could have spent hours looking through all her clothes but packed swiftly, at least she would not have to wear those dratted corsets anymore.
They looked out of that window one last time, taking in what they saw before them, all those bright lights, the elephant, and the Red Windmill.
And so, they left Montmatre under the cover of darkness, carrying with them only three suitcases. With heavy hearts and long faces they couldn't help but look back as they took those last steps outside of that gate.
They were in the real world now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I haven't gone back to this fic for so long but I like writing it, and I hope you like reading it, I have absolutely no idea what's going to happen next, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. MOULIN ROUGE 4 EVER!