--~*~-- Chapitre Trois: One Eye Weeping, The Other Eye Laughing --~*~--
Soleil hung her low in shame as the last client of the night hastily gathered up his clothes, mothering her with a rough kiss as he left. She brought her knees up to chest, holding them securely. She winced as she heard the clamorous slander coming from the nearby room. Soleil had heard it often, some wear screams of exertion, others of agony. The woman's voice grew louder, and the clashing of wood harshly hurled across the room, followed by the muffled sounds of punching and finally, the welfare of the slamming of the door.
Soleil sucked in her breath and made her way to the ruinous area, finding Monsieur Claremont had already arrived, tending to Fraise, who was currently nursing a broken arm. The man shook his head over and over again, feeling slightly discomposed with the situation at hand. Soleil said nothing, but rather picked up a discarded chair, turning it upright and placing it next to the bed. Scanning the room she found herself suddenly dizzy, and felt it necessary to leave. Lifting her palm to her head she walked out, nearly colliding with a handsome young man.
"Excuse me," muttered, glancing down at the floor as she went by, needing air desperately. He surprised her by taking her arm, and as she turned, she came to face with the most eloquent eyes she'd ever seen. She stared into the pure brown orbs filled with a such a manner of mystique, and in return was giving the feeling as if she were closing her eyes, lifting up her arms with the wind caressing her body...it was as if she were flying. The boy stared back into her owning, the intensity rising like lightning.
"Are you alright?" He managed to choke out, still concentrated on the beautiful pale sapphires, which so dangerously threatened upon tears. She nodded her head, speechless and frightened; this feeling was so new to her...she didn't understand it. It wasn't lust, she knew, but what else could be so passionate? He took her hand and led her put to the opening of the doors. He wiped a crystalline drop that fell down to taint her soft rosy cheek that so rightly felt like silk.
He slowly brought his hands up to her porcelain face, and cupped her chin with one, leaving the other to wrap around her back, pulling her gently towards him. She obliged, finding herself drawn in by the tenderness she had now come to love. She leaned in, as did he, and captured her mouth, locking it to his own, wondering what had come over him. There was something so tantalizing about her, so spectacular, so sacred. And she, by no means echoed the thoughts of this young lover, though she did not perhaps surpass them. She stepped back abruptly, ending the utopian gesture with reluctance.
"Damn you." She whispered, rendering her best not to see the hurt within his gorgeous eyes. She tried to walk away, to show him she was serious, yet still he held on fast. Placing his hands delicately upon her bare shoulders he pleaded with her to stay, to never leave. Closing her eyes, Soleil shook her head in utter frustration and discomfort.
"You deserve someone better than me...someone you could respect." When his precious diamond voiced these last words he instantly understood her situation. He mirrored her previous movement as if a puppet on the stage.
"Don't make judgments already, and I won't either....I 'd like to get to know you...." He paused, hoping this fallen angel would declare her name, but was faced with disappointment as she refused silently, not even looking at him...and hating herself for it. This was the life I chose, she told herself, this is my burden to carry... my burden to carry alone. She leaned in one for more kiss, as if saying goodbye forever. Slowly she melted into it, like rich chocolate dissolving into the heat, about to become whatever the chef wished of it.
The loud clearing of a throat stopped the two in their tracks, pulling apart as magnets being torn away form each other, the shock still present. Amour stood close to three feet away, hands on her hips, red lips pouting and eyes steadily narrowed. Her foot dressed in black heels tapped in a rhythmical pattern of frustration and the glee of having found the Diamant étincelant caught in the act.
Having done her duty, she went back inside to her sanctuary, turning once more before she was finally out of sight to give one a glare and the other a seductive wink. Soleil sighed and ran a hand through her coffee colored hair, about to repeat her "friend's" steps. Soda caught her arm for the last time that night, kissed her hand and tucked a piece of stray hair back behind her twice-pierced ear. Kissing him on the cheek, a familiar pain entered her heart and she made her way to the club doors, stopping for a moment, staring at the glaring red lights. She turned again, and made eye contact.
"Soleil....my name's Soleil." Soda cracked a grin, running to her, dipping her down for a final kiss and went on his way, calling out his own identity. Soleil left the underground world...one eye weeping, and the other eye laughing.
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I know this was short, but my stories mainly consist of much detail and little dialogue...if you want anymore, just say so, and I'll do my best. This is going to be a sort of Romeo and Juliet, Moulin Rouge fic, but I haven't decided if I want to make one of them die yet...most likely I wont. Also, as you might have noticed, my original fiction titled "The Empress" has been moved to FictionPress.Net, so please read it and tell me what you think. (It won't be up until Feb. 16 though...)
Soleil hung her low in shame as the last client of the night hastily gathered up his clothes, mothering her with a rough kiss as he left. She brought her knees up to chest, holding them securely. She winced as she heard the clamorous slander coming from the nearby room. Soleil had heard it often, some wear screams of exertion, others of agony. The woman's voice grew louder, and the clashing of wood harshly hurled across the room, followed by the muffled sounds of punching and finally, the welfare of the slamming of the door.
Soleil sucked in her breath and made her way to the ruinous area, finding Monsieur Claremont had already arrived, tending to Fraise, who was currently nursing a broken arm. The man shook his head over and over again, feeling slightly discomposed with the situation at hand. Soleil said nothing, but rather picked up a discarded chair, turning it upright and placing it next to the bed. Scanning the room she found herself suddenly dizzy, and felt it necessary to leave. Lifting her palm to her head she walked out, nearly colliding with a handsome young man.
"Excuse me," muttered, glancing down at the floor as she went by, needing air desperately. He surprised her by taking her arm, and as she turned, she came to face with the most eloquent eyes she'd ever seen. She stared into the pure brown orbs filled with a such a manner of mystique, and in return was giving the feeling as if she were closing her eyes, lifting up her arms with the wind caressing her body...it was as if she were flying. The boy stared back into her owning, the intensity rising like lightning.
"Are you alright?" He managed to choke out, still concentrated on the beautiful pale sapphires, which so dangerously threatened upon tears. She nodded her head, speechless and frightened; this feeling was so new to her...she didn't understand it. It wasn't lust, she knew, but what else could be so passionate? He took her hand and led her put to the opening of the doors. He wiped a crystalline drop that fell down to taint her soft rosy cheek that so rightly felt like silk.
He slowly brought his hands up to her porcelain face, and cupped her chin with one, leaving the other to wrap around her back, pulling her gently towards him. She obliged, finding herself drawn in by the tenderness she had now come to love. She leaned in, as did he, and captured her mouth, locking it to his own, wondering what had come over him. There was something so tantalizing about her, so spectacular, so sacred. And she, by no means echoed the thoughts of this young lover, though she did not perhaps surpass them. She stepped back abruptly, ending the utopian gesture with reluctance.
"Damn you." She whispered, rendering her best not to see the hurt within his gorgeous eyes. She tried to walk away, to show him she was serious, yet still he held on fast. Placing his hands delicately upon her bare shoulders he pleaded with her to stay, to never leave. Closing her eyes, Soleil shook her head in utter frustration and discomfort.
"You deserve someone better than me...someone you could respect." When his precious diamond voiced these last words he instantly understood her situation. He mirrored her previous movement as if a puppet on the stage.
"Don't make judgments already, and I won't either....I 'd like to get to know you...." He paused, hoping this fallen angel would declare her name, but was faced with disappointment as she refused silently, not even looking at him...and hating herself for it. This was the life I chose, she told herself, this is my burden to carry... my burden to carry alone. She leaned in one for more kiss, as if saying goodbye forever. Slowly she melted into it, like rich chocolate dissolving into the heat, about to become whatever the chef wished of it.
The loud clearing of a throat stopped the two in their tracks, pulling apart as magnets being torn away form each other, the shock still present. Amour stood close to three feet away, hands on her hips, red lips pouting and eyes steadily narrowed. Her foot dressed in black heels tapped in a rhythmical pattern of frustration and the glee of having found the Diamant étincelant caught in the act.
Having done her duty, she went back inside to her sanctuary, turning once more before she was finally out of sight to give one a glare and the other a seductive wink. Soleil sighed and ran a hand through her coffee colored hair, about to repeat her "friend's" steps. Soda caught her arm for the last time that night, kissed her hand and tucked a piece of stray hair back behind her twice-pierced ear. Kissing him on the cheek, a familiar pain entered her heart and she made her way to the club doors, stopping for a moment, staring at the glaring red lights. She turned again, and made eye contact.
"Soleil....my name's Soleil." Soda cracked a grin, running to her, dipping her down for a final kiss and went on his way, calling out his own identity. Soleil left the underground world...one eye weeping, and the other eye laughing.
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I know this was short, but my stories mainly consist of much detail and little dialogue...if you want anymore, just say so, and I'll do my best. This is going to be a sort of Romeo and Juliet, Moulin Rouge fic, but I haven't decided if I want to make one of them die yet...most likely I wont. Also, as you might have noticed, my original fiction titled "The Empress" has been moved to FictionPress.Net, so please read it and tell me what you think. (It won't be up until Feb. 16 though...)