The Courtesan's Daughter
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^bonjour, mon ami! This will not be a lengthy recount of Satine's life before the Red Mill, but just a brief analogy of events. Probably, there will only be a few more parts. I hope you all enjoy this, and please don't forget to review!*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
"Goddamn you, I can't do anything if you're not doing to push!" mutters the midwife, grumpy most likely at the late hour and the fact that her pay would be very small. What does she expect from a prostitute? Most of my diamonds are cut glass.OH! Burning pain, searing pain, nothing, nothing ever ever ever OH as bad as this.I breath, pant like an animal, scarcely conscience of anything but-OH!
I curse darkly and the women looks up at me, an eyebrow raised. "You gonna kiss yer child wi' that mouth?" she asks, frowning and not aware of the humor in her statement. I grin, in spite of this torturous pain, and the fact that I probably won't be able to fit my hips into my old costumes after this.I think of the man that did this to me and his facelessness. I don't even know who he is.they all blend together after awhile! It doesn't matter anyway, my daughter will be my own!
Of course it will be a girl.I've grown to hate men! Their lust, their lies.false friends and fallen idols, that's all they are! I.hate.OH! Ohohohohoh!
There she is, my lovely, my darling.she isn't crying, the midwife smacks her bottom. A lovely cry, ooh, just lovely.she is placed in my arms; her skin is white, pure white. Barely any hair at all, the little dearie. Her eyes are a murky brown blue- they haven't settled yet. My precious, my most precious jewel.my sparkling diamond.
One of the other girls ducks in though the curtain, smiling, and gestures to hold her. A fleeting sensation of jealousy and possessiveness courses through me, but I hand my child over. Aderneth holds her gently, aware of how beautiful my daughter will be. "her skin's so soft." she whispers, pressing one of her own fingers against the babe's cheek. "Like satin." I smile. Yes, like satin.
Satine..
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^bonjour, mon ami! This will not be a lengthy recount of Satine's life before the Red Mill, but just a brief analogy of events. Probably, there will only be a few more parts. I hope you all enjoy this, and please don't forget to review!*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
"Goddamn you, I can't do anything if you're not doing to push!" mutters the midwife, grumpy most likely at the late hour and the fact that her pay would be very small. What does she expect from a prostitute? Most of my diamonds are cut glass.OH! Burning pain, searing pain, nothing, nothing ever ever ever OH as bad as this.I breath, pant like an animal, scarcely conscience of anything but-OH!
I curse darkly and the women looks up at me, an eyebrow raised. "You gonna kiss yer child wi' that mouth?" she asks, frowning and not aware of the humor in her statement. I grin, in spite of this torturous pain, and the fact that I probably won't be able to fit my hips into my old costumes after this.I think of the man that did this to me and his facelessness. I don't even know who he is.they all blend together after awhile! It doesn't matter anyway, my daughter will be my own!
Of course it will be a girl.I've grown to hate men! Their lust, their lies.false friends and fallen idols, that's all they are! I.hate.OH! Ohohohohoh!
There she is, my lovely, my darling.she isn't crying, the midwife smacks her bottom. A lovely cry, ooh, just lovely.she is placed in my arms; her skin is white, pure white. Barely any hair at all, the little dearie. Her eyes are a murky brown blue- they haven't settled yet. My precious, my most precious jewel.my sparkling diamond.
One of the other girls ducks in though the curtain, smiling, and gestures to hold her. A fleeting sensation of jealousy and possessiveness courses through me, but I hand my child over. Aderneth holds her gently, aware of how beautiful my daughter will be. "her skin's so soft." she whispers, pressing one of her own fingers against the babe's cheek. "Like satin." I smile. Yes, like satin.
Satine..