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Christian was sad. Satine knew it, his Montmatre adventure had but only begun. They had been walking for just over an hour. He turned to her and smiled a weak smile but his heart wasn't in it, she could tell. She could tell you what most people - men especially- were feeling just by looking at them, after all she'd been doing it her whole life. Christian walked with his sorry head down, his shoulders slumped and his feet slightly dragging, which had caused him to trip no less than four times already at which Satine could not help but smile. She knew what he needed...
'Come on!' she cried, grabbed his arm, and began running down the street. 'Aaahhhh! Where are we going?!' Christian shouted to her, there came no answer but Christian saw a flash of white teeth and heard a little giggle. He smiled and whooped loudly into the night sky. It was good to be alive.
They stopped, heaving and puffing, at the door of a building. 'Well, -puff- we're here!' Satine said as she stood up to straighten her hair. 'Where are we?' he looked up, to see a sign "Bernard's Bar + Inn"
'This is where we're staying?'
'This is where we are staying'
'But, we can't afford this Satine,' he knew she liked the rich life, hey, she'd probably like the medium life but Christian knew where they would be sleeping tonight, most likely huddled in a shop doorway, and that, as Christian knew, it was the downright poor life.
'Oh yes we can!' Satine was giggling and smiling as she said it,
Oh no! thought Christian, Satine was in denial, delusional maybe, he grabbed her by the shoulders, 'Satine,' he sighed ' We have no money, I'm sorry but we can't afford this!' he said the words slowly and loudly so they would sink into her head.
She was getting frustrated by now and realized telling him wasn't doing any good, she'd have to show him. She put her finger to her lips 'Shhhhhhhhhh!' she then tiptoed into a nearby alleyway. Christian, with a suspicious look on his face, followed after her.
'Now I didn't tell you this but the reason I didn't pack so many clothes is. . . well see for yourself!' Christian watched as she took one of the suitcases he had been holding, the heavy one. And as she opened it his eyes became as wide as saucers his mouth dropped open and even though he would never admit it later Satine could have swear he drooled. Satine was ecstatic 'Isn't it wonderful?' she said. What lay before him was the biggest most beautiful diamond necklace he had ever seen and probably would ever see in his lifetime.
'. . . Where did you. . . get this?' he asked, though he thought he knew, and was dreading the answer, which she shortly delivered to him 'The Duke gave it to me', she replied. 'Well he was sort of unconscious at the time but I'm sure the thought was there. . . ' she gave a weak smile.
'You STOLE it from him!!!!?'
'I like to call it. . . well, yes, stealing would be the most appropriate word ' she knew she was in trouble but it was too tempting and too hard to leave behind. She had put them at risk. She hated herself she wished she had never messed up this poor boy's life. Now they were probably going to break up and she would have to crawl back to Harold Zidler and the Duke on her hands and knees.
She looked at Christian's face trying in some way to figure out what he was thinking. He looked so serious; he kept glancing at the necklace back to her and back to the necklace again like he couldn't believe what she had done. He looked so angry, Satine felt like she had betrayed him, she sat down and looked in disgust at those diamonds. "I'm sorry," she said at last Christian had begun to weep his head down to the ground. Or no, wait a minute, he wasn't weeping. . . he threw his head back, HE WAS LAUGHING!!!!!! He was happy about this? Now it was Satine's turn to be angry, she punched him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" "Do you even know the extent of mental anguish you just put me through???" But Christian just kept on laughing, it was contagious , and soon they were both rolling around on the ground giggling and hooting like madmen. Once they had recovered they strolled hand in hand into that inn and got the best room in the house.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^ A/N The adventure continues! How is everyone liking it so far? This is only my second ongoing fic so don't be too harsh ! All comments are welcome, criticism too if you like! : P Till next time! TTFN! (Taa-taa for now!)
Christian was sad. Satine knew it, his Montmatre adventure had but only begun. They had been walking for just over an hour. He turned to her and smiled a weak smile but his heart wasn't in it, she could tell. She could tell you what most people - men especially- were feeling just by looking at them, after all she'd been doing it her whole life. Christian walked with his sorry head down, his shoulders slumped and his feet slightly dragging, which had caused him to trip no less than four times already at which Satine could not help but smile. She knew what he needed...
'Come on!' she cried, grabbed his arm, and began running down the street. 'Aaahhhh! Where are we going?!' Christian shouted to her, there came no answer but Christian saw a flash of white teeth and heard a little giggle. He smiled and whooped loudly into the night sky. It was good to be alive.
They stopped, heaving and puffing, at the door of a building. 'Well, -puff- we're here!' Satine said as she stood up to straighten her hair. 'Where are we?' he looked up, to see a sign "Bernard's Bar + Inn"
'This is where we're staying?'
'This is where we are staying'
'But, we can't afford this Satine,' he knew she liked the rich life, hey, she'd probably like the medium life but Christian knew where they would be sleeping tonight, most likely huddled in a shop doorway, and that, as Christian knew, it was the downright poor life.
'Oh yes we can!' Satine was giggling and smiling as she said it,
Oh no! thought Christian, Satine was in denial, delusional maybe, he grabbed her by the shoulders, 'Satine,' he sighed ' We have no money, I'm sorry but we can't afford this!' he said the words slowly and loudly so they would sink into her head.
She was getting frustrated by now and realized telling him wasn't doing any good, she'd have to show him. She put her finger to her lips 'Shhhhhhhhhh!' she then tiptoed into a nearby alleyway. Christian, with a suspicious look on his face, followed after her.
'Now I didn't tell you this but the reason I didn't pack so many clothes is. . . well see for yourself!' Christian watched as she took one of the suitcases he had been holding, the heavy one. And as she opened it his eyes became as wide as saucers his mouth dropped open and even though he would never admit it later Satine could have swear he drooled. Satine was ecstatic 'Isn't it wonderful?' she said. What lay before him was the biggest most beautiful diamond necklace he had ever seen and probably would ever see in his lifetime.
'. . . Where did you. . . get this?' he asked, though he thought he knew, and was dreading the answer, which she shortly delivered to him 'The Duke gave it to me', she replied. 'Well he was sort of unconscious at the time but I'm sure the thought was there. . . ' she gave a weak smile.
'You STOLE it from him!!!!?'
'I like to call it. . . well, yes, stealing would be the most appropriate word ' she knew she was in trouble but it was too tempting and too hard to leave behind. She had put them at risk. She hated herself she wished she had never messed up this poor boy's life. Now they were probably going to break up and she would have to crawl back to Harold Zidler and the Duke on her hands and knees.
She looked at Christian's face trying in some way to figure out what he was thinking. He looked so serious; he kept glancing at the necklace back to her and back to the necklace again like he couldn't believe what she had done. He looked so angry, Satine felt like she had betrayed him, she sat down and looked in disgust at those diamonds. "I'm sorry," she said at last Christian had begun to weep his head down to the ground. Or no, wait a minute, he wasn't weeping. . . he threw his head back, HE WAS LAUGHING!!!!!! He was happy about this? Now it was Satine's turn to be angry, she punched him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" "Do you even know the extent of mental anguish you just put me through???" But Christian just kept on laughing, it was contagious , and soon they were both rolling around on the ground giggling and hooting like madmen. Once they had recovered they strolled hand in hand into that inn and got the best room in the house.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^ A/N The adventure continues! How is everyone liking it so far? This is only my second ongoing fic so don't be too harsh ! All comments are welcome, criticism too if you like! : P Till next time! TTFN! (Taa-taa for now!)