Starting Over
Making Bonds
A/N: Grandma is not in it anymore.
Breakfast was a strained affair. When James walked in Satine became silent and just stared at her food. Christian tried to talk to her but she just stared. The night before Christian had asked what had happened but Satine told him 'later'.
'So, Satine, what are you up to today?' Asked Kathleen as she ate her cereal. Satine looked up for the first time.
'I-I'm not sure.' She stammered. 'Probably stay here.'
'Tut tut, we can't have that.' Gerald ventured.
'No, I don't mind.' Satine smiled and began to eat.
'Satine, why won't you tell me what's wrong?' Christian walked up behind her. She looked at him in the mirror. Her face expressionless. She slowly turned around.
'Because I haven't come to terms with it myself.' She smiled sadly and gave him a hug. ' Christian smiled back but inside he was crying. He wanted Satine to tell him what the problem was. When she made no indication to talk anymore, he kissed her head and walked out, heading towards work.
The weather matched her mood, gloomy. She sat in the armchair and stared out of the window. The raindrops pattered against the pane. They felt like they were pattering on her brain. She closed her eyes, trying to block them out. Patter, patter, patter, PATTER, PATTER!
'STOP!' She cried out.
'Pattering on your brain, huh?' Satine stood up and turned around. Peter was standing in the doorway, book in hand.
'How did you know?'
'Happens to me all the time but this ain't a moping place. Come with me.' He held the door open and she followed him up the stairs.
He led the way up towards his bedroom but before he reached it he stopped. He then proceeded to move the plant off a tiny windowsill. With a few hits the window opened. Satine looked at him.
'I've gotta fit through there?'
'It's easy. Watch.' He lifted one leg up and pulled himself through. He turned around and offered her his hand. She took it and soon she was on the flat roof.
'Wow!' Satine whispered. She did a turn. The view was incredible. It seemed that all you could see was green, you would never know you were in the city.
'It's my favourite place.'
'I can tell why.'
'I've never taken anyone out here before. They wouldn't understand but I know you do.' He sat down and she sat next to him. For a few minutes neither spoke.
'You know,' Satine said turning slightly towards him, 'this is the first time we have properly talked.'
'That's because I've been studying.' Peter made a pained expression.
'I thought you liked studying, don't you want to become a doctor?'
'My father wants me to be a doctor. I hate it.' He stood up and stared at the view for a while. 'Father wanted to make doctor's of James and Christian but when they disappeared he moved onto me. I saw how disappointed with them he was and I didn't want that to be me. He was already disappointed.'
'That is not true!' She stood next to him. 'He loves you.'
'Only because I said I would do it but I don't want to.'
'So what do you want to do?' She asked her arms folded.
'I want to be an artist.'
'Why is that a bad thing?' Satine questioned.
'Because my father thinks I can do better things with my time.'
'Has he seen your work?'
'No and no one else has either.'
'Can I look?' Satine asked. Peter looked at her for a moment. Then smiled. He nodded and went back inside the house to fetch it.
'It's brilliant.' Satine said, flicking through the pages of his sketchbook. Peter stood there looking shy.
'Do you really think so?'
'I do. Do you want me to talk to my brother, he has contacts in the art world.'
'If dad found out..' Satine stood up next to him and smiled.
'Who says he has to? Now come back in, I'm freezing.' She turned around and then slipped. She had been quite near the edge but now she was a lot closer to it. She tried to regain her footing but couldn't. Peter was unable to do anything as she fell.
Making Bonds
A/N: Grandma is not in it anymore.
Breakfast was a strained affair. When James walked in Satine became silent and just stared at her food. Christian tried to talk to her but she just stared. The night before Christian had asked what had happened but Satine told him 'later'.
'So, Satine, what are you up to today?' Asked Kathleen as she ate her cereal. Satine looked up for the first time.
'I-I'm not sure.' She stammered. 'Probably stay here.'
'Tut tut, we can't have that.' Gerald ventured.
'No, I don't mind.' Satine smiled and began to eat.
'Satine, why won't you tell me what's wrong?' Christian walked up behind her. She looked at him in the mirror. Her face expressionless. She slowly turned around.
'Because I haven't come to terms with it myself.' She smiled sadly and gave him a hug. ' Christian smiled back but inside he was crying. He wanted Satine to tell him what the problem was. When she made no indication to talk anymore, he kissed her head and walked out, heading towards work.
The weather matched her mood, gloomy. She sat in the armchair and stared out of the window. The raindrops pattered against the pane. They felt like they were pattering on her brain. She closed her eyes, trying to block them out. Patter, patter, patter, PATTER, PATTER!
'STOP!' She cried out.
'Pattering on your brain, huh?' Satine stood up and turned around. Peter was standing in the doorway, book in hand.
'How did you know?'
'Happens to me all the time but this ain't a moping place. Come with me.' He held the door open and she followed him up the stairs.
He led the way up towards his bedroom but before he reached it he stopped. He then proceeded to move the plant off a tiny windowsill. With a few hits the window opened. Satine looked at him.
'I've gotta fit through there?'
'It's easy. Watch.' He lifted one leg up and pulled himself through. He turned around and offered her his hand. She took it and soon she was on the flat roof.
'Wow!' Satine whispered. She did a turn. The view was incredible. It seemed that all you could see was green, you would never know you were in the city.
'It's my favourite place.'
'I can tell why.'
'I've never taken anyone out here before. They wouldn't understand but I know you do.' He sat down and she sat next to him. For a few minutes neither spoke.
'You know,' Satine said turning slightly towards him, 'this is the first time we have properly talked.'
'That's because I've been studying.' Peter made a pained expression.
'I thought you liked studying, don't you want to become a doctor?'
'My father wants me to be a doctor. I hate it.' He stood up and stared at the view for a while. 'Father wanted to make doctor's of James and Christian but when they disappeared he moved onto me. I saw how disappointed with them he was and I didn't want that to be me. He was already disappointed.'
'That is not true!' She stood next to him. 'He loves you.'
'Only because I said I would do it but I don't want to.'
'So what do you want to do?' She asked her arms folded.
'I want to be an artist.'
'Why is that a bad thing?' Satine questioned.
'Because my father thinks I can do better things with my time.'
'Has he seen your work?'
'No and no one else has either.'
'Can I look?' Satine asked. Peter looked at her for a moment. Then smiled. He nodded and went back inside the house to fetch it.
'It's brilliant.' Satine said, flicking through the pages of his sketchbook. Peter stood there looking shy.
'Do you really think so?'
'I do. Do you want me to talk to my brother, he has contacts in the art world.'
'If dad found out..' Satine stood up next to him and smiled.
'Who says he has to? Now come back in, I'm freezing.' She turned around and then slipped. She had been quite near the edge but now she was a lot closer to it. She tried to regain her footing but couldn't. Peter was unable to do anything as she fell.
