Author's note: This takes place two years after the end of the book.
--~*~-- Chapitre Quatre: One Day I'll Fly Away --~*~--
Soleil entered the salle rouge, her private apartment above the club, and quietly shut the door, as to not wake Fraise, and leaned against it, pressing the doorknob into her back. She lifted a cool hand to her lips, still reliving the experience with a frivolous smile spreading across her face. She felt lighter than air, as if she had wings...wings. She walked cross the room to the armoire where she found a set of sheer white material fitted ever so intricately with small crystals sewn into the fabric. She slipped it on, finding herself drawn to the balcony, where she extended her arms widely, shutting her eyes and began to soar. She saw clouds, moons, and shooting stars playing around in the midnight sky. Soleil, caught about in the feeling of subtle tranquility, began to sing...
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could
Your love do for me?
When will love be
Through with me?
Why live life from
Dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming ends?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from
Dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming ends?
One day I'll fly away
Fly, fly away...........
Disinclined, she took off the wings and draped them over the pole of her bedpost, listening to the slight clinking of the crystal hitting against the wood wrapped in thin tapestries. She heard a small sniff, and turned to face Fraise, sitting on her bed on the other side of the vast room.
Having six girls, Monsieur Claremont decided it ideal that there should be three rooms, for two dogs each. Amour and Tourte, being the superficial vixens, were given the same space; the salle rose, or rose room. It was furnished with absolute elegance, high society riches from the century before, and completely Victorian. Chocolat and Tatouage were given the salle jaune; decorated in mainly modern art, such a spiral figures, contemporary fixtures and trinkets. And Soleil and Fraise were given the salle rouge, the finest of them all in their eyes. The walls were deep red, and thin sheer tapestries filled the room with such as sense of enchantment. More strands of lights in red and white hung from the ceiling in different places embracing the four bedposts well. A crystal chandelier dangled form the top of each bed, their jewels twinkling like stars.
Soleil made her way over to the large thick screen in one corner of the room, changing out of her clothes and into a silk kimono Monsieur Claremont had brought back from Japan. Walking over to the little cuisine, or kitchen, she pulled out two saucers and teacups, filling them with rich steamy cocoa, one she handed to Fraise, the other she eagerly drank up herself. Her hand shaking, Fraise took the cup and slowly brought it up to her pink lips, savoring the taste.
"You make the best chocolate." Soleil voiced her 'thank you' as she picked up a spoon, stirring it round and round her beverage. She looked over at the damage that had been done to her dearest friend and her eyes began to burn with hatred. The girl was merely sixteen, too young for such a life of hatred and despair. Her innocence was lost, obviously; Fraise could not turn back now, she could not adapt to the old lifestyle of hers with ease.
Soleil hopped off the bed, wanting desperately to utter something about her night, but couldn't. It was too much of a risk, and she only hoped Amour would be quiet. No, she wouldn't put Fraise in a situation like that. Sighing and climbing into her own bed, Soleil heard the whimper of her friend, and her small voice asking what it would be like to live freely, in a world without chains and barriers. Closing her eyes and weaving her fingers in out of the fringe, she closed her heavy lids, and began to speak of the places once lost to her.
"Well, I'm from out west...California. It's a place so stunning you often want to pinch yourself because you constantly think you're dreaming. There are large tan walls that reach up to the sky, majestic purple mountains, clear blue waters that shine so brightly and run so smoothly you can see the round little pebbles under it. Regal trees stand tall and proud; green pastures and desert flowers cover the land, and every morning you're greeted by the rising sun, embracing the sky in an array of soft pinks, oranges and yellows. When the afternoon comes, it sits high above the clouds, blazing down to the earth for all to see; and come evening it slowly but surely sets, inviting you to gaze up at the regal orb of light, preparing for a good-nights sleep, surrounding you with many different colors, like a rainbow after a storm. Finally the moon and stars come out to play, joyfully dancing cross the sky, celebrating for whatever reason imaginable.
As she went on, Soleil found herself feeling lost, sad, and hopeless. She was, after all, just a young girl...who needed a dream to come true.
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--~*~-- Chapitre Quatre: One Day I'll Fly Away --~*~--
Soleil entered the salle rouge, her private apartment above the club, and quietly shut the door, as to not wake Fraise, and leaned against it, pressing the doorknob into her back. She lifted a cool hand to her lips, still reliving the experience with a frivolous smile spreading across her face. She felt lighter than air, as if she had wings...wings. She walked cross the room to the armoire where she found a set of sheer white material fitted ever so intricately with small crystals sewn into the fabric. She slipped it on, finding herself drawn to the balcony, where she extended her arms widely, shutting her eyes and began to soar. She saw clouds, moons, and shooting stars playing around in the midnight sky. Soleil, caught about in the feeling of subtle tranquility, began to sing...
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could
Your love do for me?
When will love be
Through with me?
Why live life from
Dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming ends?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from
Dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming ends?
One day I'll fly away
Fly, fly away...........
Disinclined, she took off the wings and draped them over the pole of her bedpost, listening to the slight clinking of the crystal hitting against the wood wrapped in thin tapestries. She heard a small sniff, and turned to face Fraise, sitting on her bed on the other side of the vast room.
Having six girls, Monsieur Claremont decided it ideal that there should be three rooms, for two dogs each. Amour and Tourte, being the superficial vixens, were given the same space; the salle rose, or rose room. It was furnished with absolute elegance, high society riches from the century before, and completely Victorian. Chocolat and Tatouage were given the salle jaune; decorated in mainly modern art, such a spiral figures, contemporary fixtures and trinkets. And Soleil and Fraise were given the salle rouge, the finest of them all in their eyes. The walls were deep red, and thin sheer tapestries filled the room with such as sense of enchantment. More strands of lights in red and white hung from the ceiling in different places embracing the four bedposts well. A crystal chandelier dangled form the top of each bed, their jewels twinkling like stars.
Soleil made her way over to the large thick screen in one corner of the room, changing out of her clothes and into a silk kimono Monsieur Claremont had brought back from Japan. Walking over to the little cuisine, or kitchen, she pulled out two saucers and teacups, filling them with rich steamy cocoa, one she handed to Fraise, the other she eagerly drank up herself. Her hand shaking, Fraise took the cup and slowly brought it up to her pink lips, savoring the taste.
"You make the best chocolate." Soleil voiced her 'thank you' as she picked up a spoon, stirring it round and round her beverage. She looked over at the damage that had been done to her dearest friend and her eyes began to burn with hatred. The girl was merely sixteen, too young for such a life of hatred and despair. Her innocence was lost, obviously; Fraise could not turn back now, she could not adapt to the old lifestyle of hers with ease.
Soleil hopped off the bed, wanting desperately to utter something about her night, but couldn't. It was too much of a risk, and she only hoped Amour would be quiet. No, she wouldn't put Fraise in a situation like that. Sighing and climbing into her own bed, Soleil heard the whimper of her friend, and her small voice asking what it would be like to live freely, in a world without chains and barriers. Closing her eyes and weaving her fingers in out of the fringe, she closed her heavy lids, and began to speak of the places once lost to her.
"Well, I'm from out west...California. It's a place so stunning you often want to pinch yourself because you constantly think you're dreaming. There are large tan walls that reach up to the sky, majestic purple mountains, clear blue waters that shine so brightly and run so smoothly you can see the round little pebbles under it. Regal trees stand tall and proud; green pastures and desert flowers cover the land, and every morning you're greeted by the rising sun, embracing the sky in an array of soft pinks, oranges and yellows. When the afternoon comes, it sits high above the clouds, blazing down to the earth for all to see; and come evening it slowly but surely sets, inviting you to gaze up at the regal orb of light, preparing for a good-nights sleep, surrounding you with many different colors, like a rainbow after a storm. Finally the moon and stars come out to play, joyfully dancing cross the sky, celebrating for whatever reason imaginable.
As she went on, Soleil found herself feeling lost, sad, and hopeless. She was, after all, just a young girl...who needed a dream to come true.
--~*~--
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