An Icy Blue Sky.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

Toulouse's P.O.V.

I took a deep breath as I gazed up at the icy blue sky. The sky was shot pink and lavender as well as blue. Christian and Satine were back inside working on the play. I was sitting outside on the railing that ran around the windows of my top apartment.
I sighed and gazed down into the small pavilion in front of the Moulin Rouge. Then I saw her.
Lolita. That was her name, and she was Nini's niece. She was so young but she was already starting her singing career here in Montmartre. She stayed with her aunt Nini and sang and can-canned most nights at the Moulin Rouge.
I gazed down at the sketchbook in my lap and saw that I had been sketching Lolita's face without even knowing it. She was so beautiful for such a young girl. She wasn't a courtesan but she was favored by many men at the Moulin Rouge, including the Duke. Most nights when I was at the Moulin Rouge skecthing the can-can dancers for my next lithograph I would see the Duke watching her. He watched her like a dog would watch a bone or a piece of meat. It was disgusting. It made me sick to my stomach. When I looked at her I saw a living angel. A living angel and a shooting star all at once.
As Christian would say, how wonderful life is, now you're in the world. I had to agree; how wonderful life was, now that Lolita was in the world.

Lolita's P.O.V.

I was walking out of the Moulin Rouge that particular evening.
"Good night Baby Doll, I'll see you tomorrow,"
"Bye Lolita," she called after me.
I headed out the door and looked up at the beautiful evening sky.
//Is he looking at it now?// I wondered. Then I looked up and saw him sitting on his railing. He had a sketchbook in his lap and he was looking straight down at me. I waved up at him and called out, "Hello Toulouse!"
He looked down at me and I could tell he was smiling.
It's true. I was in love with Toulouse-Lautrec.
Silly, isn't it? Here I am, not even a courtesan and I was breaking the only rule laid out for us at the Moulin Rouge. Never fall in love. If my Aunt Nini knew, she'd probably throw me out onto the streets and leave me there to die. She had no tolerance for love and she had always warned me against it.
"Always give your body, but never your heart Lola. Never forget that."
But how could I remember that the very first time I'd seen Toulouse? He'd been sitting there, his Absinthe glass on the table, drawing with his charcoal. The only time he'd looked up during the whole performance had been to ask me to pose for him. At first I had been suprised by how small he was but then I'd said yes.
As he had drawn me, I'd seen a light in his eyes. A light which outshone his small size and severe lisp. A light that had been an instant attraction to me.
After that I'd started to make up excuses just to see him. I couldn't believe I'd fallen in love so easily with him but I had.
My only problem was that I couldn't let my Aunt Nini find out. But what could I do? I didn't want to disobey my Aunt Nini, but at the same time I didn't want to disobey my own heart.
What ever was I to do?