Disclaimer - I, do not own the rights to the "Sparkling Diamond[s]" of a
movie, "Moulin Rouge" (If I did I would be a genius going by the name of
Baz Luhrmann). I am simply one of the "Children of the Revolution"
(Although one of "Elephant [Melody]" proportions) that writes fanfiction
"Because We Can". "Come What May", but please do not sue me or I will be a
"Sad Hindi Diamond". May this be "Your Song" and may you say "Some Day I'll
Fly Away"! (I do not own the songs used in this story or in the titles of
the chapters either.)
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part II: Starlight Express ~
By: Caisdy
When Christian had arrived in Paris at the same train station he had no idea less than two months later he would be fleeing the city, with the woman of his dreams right beside him. As the two lovers walked into the train station neither felt that they could ever be happier.
As Christian bought their tickets and checked their bags Satine sat down on a bench. She looked around her wondering just what her life would be like from now on. The Moulin Rouge was the only real home she had ever known. She was not always unhappy there. She had been treated like a queen, given more diamonds than she could ever need, but she had always been sold the highest bidder, passed off to the man willing to give her the most gifts in return for an hour or two of 'love'.
Now thought, now, she truly knew the feeling of love and it wasn't something that you could buy. What her and Christian had was so much more. She couldn't even imagine her life without him it anymore. He was a part of her just as much as she was herself.
"A centime for your thoughts, darling?" Christian asked putting his coat on the back of the bench then sitting down beside her.
Satine had to smile at him. How could she not? His handsome face, the freckle in the center of his forehead, the hair that she was constantly brushing out of his eyes, and oh his beautiful eyes! She could swear just by looking into them she could see his genius, his unbelievable talent that she was always in aha of. "I was just thinking about how wonderful everything is. How happy I am."
Christian brushed a curl out of her face and let his hand rest there. "I promise you, Satine, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted. We'll-" Suddenly something caught his eye. "Satine, we have to go!"
"What?"
"It's the Duke's manservant. I have a feeling his being here isn't a coincidence." He said hurriedly grabbing his over coat and taking Satine by the hand.
"Christian, what are we going to do?"
He pulled Satine with him, "Come on, darling, I have an idea." they walked over to a newspaper stand on the other side of the crowded room. Calmly Christian leaned Satine against the wall next to the side of the stand. Pulling his hat down to cover as much of the side of his face as possible and suddenly kissed Satine. The two were distracted but no kiss between them could ever be anything but passionate.
Warner looked around the station for that girl and the writer. He'd been waiting a long time to take out that annoying poet. It seemed he finely had his chance. The Duke had told him to make sure the girl stayed put. He'd seen her leave and followed them here. Now all he had to do was find them. Walking around the room he searched every face.
A young woman, with a baby, sat on a bench, and a few men were walking around. Then he saw a couple kissing in a corner and started walking over to them.
Satine jumped as a loud whistle rang in her ears. Pulling back only slightly Christian said, "It's our train, if we can get on we'll be home free. Can you see him, Satine?"
Their faces were millimeters apart and just past Christian Satine could see Warner walking toward them, pushing people out of his way. "He's coming this way Christian, he's looking right at us."
"Alright, this way." he took her hand once more and walked in between people trying to get lost in the crowd. Looking back he found Warner had lost sight of them, but he was still walking in their direction.
Looking back had been a mistake, the manservant noticed them. He started running, knocking down an elderly woman in the process.
"Satine run!" the couple bounded down the platform, struggling in the oncoming crowd. When they finely reached the end of the train they thought they had lost their stalker.
Satine found it hard to breath. Her corset seemed to be strangling her. She felt lightheaded and a cough escaped her panting mouth.
"We'll hide on the other side of the train." Christian said breathing a little hard himself. They walked across the tracks and up onto the other platform. Entering the first door they came to Christian handed their tickets to a steward.
Looking at their red faces a bit oddly the man pointed them to the back of the train where the sleeper cars were.
"Do you think we're safe, Christian?" Satine asked after she was seated on the bed in their room.
Pulling down the shade on the window Christian said, "I think. There's no way he could get on the train without a ticket." He walked over to Satine, "You're safe, darling." He placed a gentle, loving kiss on her forehead.
The two of them sat on the bed, Christian with his arms around his love, and Satine with her head resting on his chest trying to push away the dizziness she felt. "Where are we going, Christian?" she asked, relaxed beyond words.
He frowned, "The only place I could think to take you, Satine, is back to London. I know we should have talked about it first but there was little time. But we can go anywhere you want later." He laughed softly, "I'm sure when I left my father didn't expect me to come home so soon."
"Oh, Christian, I'd love to meet your family." Satine said sleepily.
"Well I'm afraid that will include my father. He'll probably be a little cold at first but I'm sure you can charm him in a second." He sighed, "My friends and sister will absolutely love you!"
"I can't wait." Satine said quickly drifting of to sleep in his arms.
Christian smiled down at her then laid both of them down on the small bed. The train started to move out of the station and into the dark night, leaving one very angry man in its wake.
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part II: Starlight Express ~
By: Caisdy
When Christian had arrived in Paris at the same train station he had no idea less than two months later he would be fleeing the city, with the woman of his dreams right beside him. As the two lovers walked into the train station neither felt that they could ever be happier.
As Christian bought their tickets and checked their bags Satine sat down on a bench. She looked around her wondering just what her life would be like from now on. The Moulin Rouge was the only real home she had ever known. She was not always unhappy there. She had been treated like a queen, given more diamonds than she could ever need, but she had always been sold the highest bidder, passed off to the man willing to give her the most gifts in return for an hour or two of 'love'.
Now thought, now, she truly knew the feeling of love and it wasn't something that you could buy. What her and Christian had was so much more. She couldn't even imagine her life without him it anymore. He was a part of her just as much as she was herself.
"A centime for your thoughts, darling?" Christian asked putting his coat on the back of the bench then sitting down beside her.
Satine had to smile at him. How could she not? His handsome face, the freckle in the center of his forehead, the hair that she was constantly brushing out of his eyes, and oh his beautiful eyes! She could swear just by looking into them she could see his genius, his unbelievable talent that she was always in aha of. "I was just thinking about how wonderful everything is. How happy I am."
Christian brushed a curl out of her face and let his hand rest there. "I promise you, Satine, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted. We'll-" Suddenly something caught his eye. "Satine, we have to go!"
"What?"
"It's the Duke's manservant. I have a feeling his being here isn't a coincidence." He said hurriedly grabbing his over coat and taking Satine by the hand.
"Christian, what are we going to do?"
He pulled Satine with him, "Come on, darling, I have an idea." they walked over to a newspaper stand on the other side of the crowded room. Calmly Christian leaned Satine against the wall next to the side of the stand. Pulling his hat down to cover as much of the side of his face as possible and suddenly kissed Satine. The two were distracted but no kiss between them could ever be anything but passionate.
Warner looked around the station for that girl and the writer. He'd been waiting a long time to take out that annoying poet. It seemed he finely had his chance. The Duke had told him to make sure the girl stayed put. He'd seen her leave and followed them here. Now all he had to do was find them. Walking around the room he searched every face.
A young woman, with a baby, sat on a bench, and a few men were walking around. Then he saw a couple kissing in a corner and started walking over to them.
Satine jumped as a loud whistle rang in her ears. Pulling back only slightly Christian said, "It's our train, if we can get on we'll be home free. Can you see him, Satine?"
Their faces were millimeters apart and just past Christian Satine could see Warner walking toward them, pushing people out of his way. "He's coming this way Christian, he's looking right at us."
"Alright, this way." he took her hand once more and walked in between people trying to get lost in the crowd. Looking back he found Warner had lost sight of them, but he was still walking in their direction.
Looking back had been a mistake, the manservant noticed them. He started running, knocking down an elderly woman in the process.
"Satine run!" the couple bounded down the platform, struggling in the oncoming crowd. When they finely reached the end of the train they thought they had lost their stalker.
Satine found it hard to breath. Her corset seemed to be strangling her. She felt lightheaded and a cough escaped her panting mouth.
"We'll hide on the other side of the train." Christian said breathing a little hard himself. They walked across the tracks and up onto the other platform. Entering the first door they came to Christian handed their tickets to a steward.
Looking at their red faces a bit oddly the man pointed them to the back of the train where the sleeper cars were.
"Do you think we're safe, Christian?" Satine asked after she was seated on the bed in their room.
Pulling down the shade on the window Christian said, "I think. There's no way he could get on the train without a ticket." He walked over to Satine, "You're safe, darling." He placed a gentle, loving kiss on her forehead.
The two of them sat on the bed, Christian with his arms around his love, and Satine with her head resting on his chest trying to push away the dizziness she felt. "Where are we going, Christian?" she asked, relaxed beyond words.
He frowned, "The only place I could think to take you, Satine, is back to London. I know we should have talked about it first but there was little time. But we can go anywhere you want later." He laughed softly, "I'm sure when I left my father didn't expect me to come home so soon."
"Oh, Christian, I'd love to meet your family." Satine said sleepily.
"Well I'm afraid that will include my father. He'll probably be a little cold at first but I'm sure you can charm him in a second." He sighed, "My friends and sister will absolutely love you!"
"I can't wait." Satine said quickly drifting of to sleep in his arms.
Christian smiled down at her then laid both of them down on the small bed. The train started to move out of the station and into the dark night, leaving one very angry man in its wake.