Lolita's P.O.V.
That day, I was off to Toulouse's studio to pose for one of this paintings. I was wearing my favorite black velvet dress with my rosebud hem and matching hat.
When I got there I knocked on the door. A voice called out, "It's owpen!"
I stepped inside to find Toulouse sitting inside priming his canvas and drinking a glass of wine.
"Ah Lolita! You look fwabulous!" Toulouse said cheerily.
I smiled shyly and said, "Um, thank you Toulouse,"
Noticing that we were alone I said, "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, thwey went to the mwarket," Toulouse answered brightly.
Feeling both nervous and happy, I stepped over to a chair and sat down nervously. Toulouse poured me a glass of wine and said,"So you can relax La Melinte,"
I blushed and sipped my wine slowly, expecting it to be the bitter Absinthe I was so used to. But it wasn't. It was actually good quality wine. I was rather impressed.
As he painted me, he poured me more wine and smiled at me more and more.
A half hour later, I was feeling a bit woozy from all the wine and I could tell Toulouse was feeling the same. He was smiling at me in a very drunken way now.
All of a sudden he put his brush and canvas aside and put his hand on mine and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Lolita, I-I feel that I can tell you anything you know," he slurred out.
I was sober enough to understand what he was saying, but I was too drunk to answer him properly.
"What I'm trying to say, La Melinite, is that I-I......
"NO!" I cried as I sprang out of my chair and pulled my hand out from under Toulouse's
I'm not sure how, but somehow I managed to finish my wine, find my hat, and rush out the door all in one motion.
I managed to get back to the Moulin Rouge with tears dripping down my cheeks.
It was dark when I got back. Wordlessly, I ran back to my dressing room and shut my door and leaned against it.
"I-I love him. I love him, and yet I can't love him. Oh Toulouse, why did you have to make everything so terribly complicated?"
A soft voice then said, "I see. So the rumors about you and the petit drunk were true!"
I turned around to see my Aunt Nini walk out of the shadows with murder in her eyes.
A/N: Thanks SOOO much to all of my reviewers and especially my wicked awesome beta! I'm hard at work on the next chappie and it'll be up soon!
~Bohemian Diamonds
That day, I was off to Toulouse's studio to pose for one of this paintings. I was wearing my favorite black velvet dress with my rosebud hem and matching hat.
When I got there I knocked on the door. A voice called out, "It's owpen!"
I stepped inside to find Toulouse sitting inside priming his canvas and drinking a glass of wine.
"Ah Lolita! You look fwabulous!" Toulouse said cheerily.
I smiled shyly and said, "Um, thank you Toulouse,"
Noticing that we were alone I said, "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, thwey went to the mwarket," Toulouse answered brightly.
Feeling both nervous and happy, I stepped over to a chair and sat down nervously. Toulouse poured me a glass of wine and said,"So you can relax La Melinte,"
I blushed and sipped my wine slowly, expecting it to be the bitter Absinthe I was so used to. But it wasn't. It was actually good quality wine. I was rather impressed.
As he painted me, he poured me more wine and smiled at me more and more.
A half hour later, I was feeling a bit woozy from all the wine and I could tell Toulouse was feeling the same. He was smiling at me in a very drunken way now.
All of a sudden he put his brush and canvas aside and put his hand on mine and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Lolita, I-I feel that I can tell you anything you know," he slurred out.
I was sober enough to understand what he was saying, but I was too drunk to answer him properly.
"What I'm trying to say, La Melinite, is that I-I......
"NO!" I cried as I sprang out of my chair and pulled my hand out from under Toulouse's
I'm not sure how, but somehow I managed to finish my wine, find my hat, and rush out the door all in one motion.
I managed to get back to the Moulin Rouge with tears dripping down my cheeks.
It was dark when I got back. Wordlessly, I ran back to my dressing room and shut my door and leaned against it.
"I-I love him. I love him, and yet I can't love him. Oh Toulouse, why did you have to make everything so terribly complicated?"
A soft voice then said, "I see. So the rumors about you and the petit drunk were true!"
I turned around to see my Aunt Nini walk out of the shadows with murder in her eyes.
A/N: Thanks SOOO much to all of my reviewers and especially my wicked awesome beta! I'm hard at work on the next chappie and it'll be up soon!
~Bohemian Diamonds
