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 III: One Sweet Day ~
By: Mariclaire
Satine's eyes fluttered open and she sat up quickly. It took her moment to remember where she was. Then she saw Christian, thoughtfully working at his typewriter, he must have been up for awhile because he had already unpacked all of their things. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was right there with her and laid back down. Christian turned around and saw that Satine was awake and smiled. He got up from his typewriter and sat down on the bed next to her. "Good morning, my angel", he whispered into her ear. "You slept late and I went to the dining room to get us some breakfast," he said as he handed her a muffin from the tray.
Satine ate it hungrily, she and Christian had been so exhausted from their escape, they had fallen asleep before even having dinner. As Satine ate, Christian continued, "and also, I didn't really think we would want to leave the room." he trailed off and gave her a devilish smile. Satine swallowed her last bit of muffin and blushed as she wiped the crumbs from her mouth. She returned his look and replied, "I wasn't planning on it." Christian smiled as Satine slid the suspenders he was wearing off his shoulders so they rested at his waist. She pulled him closer to her and kissed his forehead and then planted light kisses down his cheek and finally to his lips. Christian smoothed his hands down her arms and slowly parted their lips. "I have something to show you," he whispered as he hurried over to his typewriter and pulled out the sheet of paper he had been working on. He handed the paper to Satine and continued, "I wrote it while you were sleeping."
Satine smiled, no one had ever written anything for her, and she knew with Christian as the author it would be from the heart. She settled herself on the bed and began to read;
As She Sleeps
As she sleeps it's a surprise
To see my angel in disguise
Come down from upon her cloud
And lay without a single sound
I watch her body rise and fall
And want to just stand up and call
Out to the heavens and ask them how
I sleep next to an angel now
I did not know that angels sleep
But to my pen and pad I creep
To try and capture the beautiful scene,
The sleeping form of my dear Satine
Satine looked at Christian who had been staring at her with anticipation, waiting to see her reaction. "It's beautiful", she whispered as he leaned over and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.
He smiled and said, "so is the inspiration".
*~*
And that's how they spent the day, Satine sprawled out on the bed listening to Christian recite his
poetry. It was all so beautiful that with every new piece she became more enraptured in the sound of his voice reciting the wonderful words. Never had she heard anything like it. Christian would get tired of standing and would come sit next to Satine and she would massage his shoulders and kiss his hands that had so tirelessly written this beautiful poetry. Hours passed and then Christian suddenly realized that they would have to be ready for dinner in less than an hour.
"Satine, darling," he whispered to Satine who was lying against his chest.
"Hmmmm?" she sighed, not wanting this moment of bliss to end.
"Darling, we need to get ready for dinner, people might start to wonder if we don't leave the cabin soon," he said with a smile as he got up. "I'm going to go shave and get something a little more presentable on," he laughed as he looked down at himself.
Satine couldn't help but laugh herself, his suspenders we're still bunched up at his waist, his pants were very wrinkled, his cheeks we're covered in stubble and his hair was a complete mess from Satine running her fingers through it so many times. Even with his disheveled appearance, Satine thought he never looked more handsome. "Go on," she said reluctantly, "I'll be getting dressed in here." Christian kissed her forehead as he got up to get ready in the small, adjacent bathroom.
*~*
Dinner had been wonderful. The train's dining room was set with beautiful china and the food that filled the plates was delicious. Christian and Satine had found a perfect candlelit table for two off to the corner where they could be alone, it was very romantic. Satine was in a dress that brought out the deep blue of her eyes and Christian was dressed in his best suit.
Even though the service had been excellent and the setting lovely, Christian was in a hurry to get back to their room. As soon as they paid the bill, Christian practically dragged Satine back into their room. Once Christian locked the door, Satine laughed and said, "what's all the hurry?"
Christian took Satine by the shoulders and kissed her as he lowered her to sit on the bed. "I have something to ask you", Christian replied with a sparkle in his blue eyes, as he got down on one knee. Satine gasped because she knew what this "question" was and she had been praying that he would ask her for what seemed like forever.
"Satine," Christian said breathlessly, "my beautiful Satine. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew that my beliefs in true love had to be real. Your strong will, good heart." He paused and kissed her. "And the smile that appears on those lips just takes my breath away."
Satine sighed and brought her hand up to Christian's face and stroked his cheek.
He leaned into her gentle touch and continued, "I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone and nothing would make me happier than to spend every single day right beside you."
Christian then took Satine's hand from his face and kissed it. I'm so sorry I don't have a ring to give you, but I promise, I'll get you one as soon as I have the money."
Satine stopped Christian's rambling with a kiss, "I don't need a ring to know that you love me," she said with a smile. Christian sighed, what she said seemed to give him more courage. He swallowed and continued,
"Will you marry me?"
Satine's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked into Christian's eyes. "Of course," she said as Christian's face lit up as he drew her into a deep kiss.
*~*
That night when they were in bed, Satine couldn't sleep. She kept looking over at Christian, her fiancé. Everything was so wonderful it almost didn't seem real. As Christian slept she ran her fingers through his hair, down the smooth skin of his freshly shaven cheek and finally to his chest. She wanted to wake him up just so they could sit and hold each other but then decided to lean in and sing so quietly it was barely audible, "storm clouds may gather and stars may collide. But I'll love you."
She stopped as Christian put his fingers to her lips and sang back, "I'll love you, until the end of time." He moved his hand and said, "you didn't expect me to miss out on singing our song, did you?" he gave a sleepy wink at Satine who had moved even closer to Christian. So close she could hear his heart beating. She felt so good in his arms.
"Good night, Satine", he said as he smoothed her hair out of her face.
"Good night", Satine murmured against his chest as they were slowly lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the train.
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part III: One Sweet Day ~
By: Mariclaire
Satine's eyes fluttered open and she sat up quickly. It took her moment to remember where she was. Then she saw Christian, thoughtfully working at his typewriter, he must have been up for awhile because he had already unpacked all of their things. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was right there with her and laid back down. Christian turned around and saw that Satine was awake and smiled. He got up from his typewriter and sat down on the bed next to her. "Good morning, my angel", he whispered into her ear. "You slept late and I went to the dining room to get us some breakfast," he said as he handed her a muffin from the tray.
Satine ate it hungrily, she and Christian had been so exhausted from their escape, they had fallen asleep before even having dinner. As Satine ate, Christian continued, "and also, I didn't really think we would want to leave the room." he trailed off and gave her a devilish smile. Satine swallowed her last bit of muffin and blushed as she wiped the crumbs from her mouth. She returned his look and replied, "I wasn't planning on it." Christian smiled as Satine slid the suspenders he was wearing off his shoulders so they rested at his waist. She pulled him closer to her and kissed his forehead and then planted light kisses down his cheek and finally to his lips. Christian smoothed his hands down her arms and slowly parted their lips. "I have something to show you," he whispered as he hurried over to his typewriter and pulled out the sheet of paper he had been working on. He handed the paper to Satine and continued, "I wrote it while you were sleeping."
Satine smiled, no one had ever written anything for her, and she knew with Christian as the author it would be from the heart. She settled herself on the bed and began to read;
As She Sleeps
As she sleeps it's a surprise
To see my angel in disguise
Come down from upon her cloud
And lay without a single sound
I watch her body rise and fall
And want to just stand up and call
Out to the heavens and ask them how
I sleep next to an angel now
I did not know that angels sleep
But to my pen and pad I creep
To try and capture the beautiful scene,
The sleeping form of my dear Satine
Satine looked at Christian who had been staring at her with anticipation, waiting to see her reaction. "It's beautiful", she whispered as he leaned over and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.
He smiled and said, "so is the inspiration".
*~*
And that's how they spent the day, Satine sprawled out on the bed listening to Christian recite his
poetry. It was all so beautiful that with every new piece she became more enraptured in the sound of his voice reciting the wonderful words. Never had she heard anything like it. Christian would get tired of standing and would come sit next to Satine and she would massage his shoulders and kiss his hands that had so tirelessly written this beautiful poetry. Hours passed and then Christian suddenly realized that they would have to be ready for dinner in less than an hour.
"Satine, darling," he whispered to Satine who was lying against his chest.
"Hmmmm?" she sighed, not wanting this moment of bliss to end.
"Darling, we need to get ready for dinner, people might start to wonder if we don't leave the cabin soon," he said with a smile as he got up. "I'm going to go shave and get something a little more presentable on," he laughed as he looked down at himself.
Satine couldn't help but laugh herself, his suspenders we're still bunched up at his waist, his pants were very wrinkled, his cheeks we're covered in stubble and his hair was a complete mess from Satine running her fingers through it so many times. Even with his disheveled appearance, Satine thought he never looked more handsome. "Go on," she said reluctantly, "I'll be getting dressed in here." Christian kissed her forehead as he got up to get ready in the small, adjacent bathroom.
*~*
Dinner had been wonderful. The train's dining room was set with beautiful china and the food that filled the plates was delicious. Christian and Satine had found a perfect candlelit table for two off to the corner where they could be alone, it was very romantic. Satine was in a dress that brought out the deep blue of her eyes and Christian was dressed in his best suit.
Even though the service had been excellent and the setting lovely, Christian was in a hurry to get back to their room. As soon as they paid the bill, Christian practically dragged Satine back into their room. Once Christian locked the door, Satine laughed and said, "what's all the hurry?"
Christian took Satine by the shoulders and kissed her as he lowered her to sit on the bed. "I have something to ask you", Christian replied with a sparkle in his blue eyes, as he got down on one knee. Satine gasped because she knew what this "question" was and she had been praying that he would ask her for what seemed like forever.
"Satine," Christian said breathlessly, "my beautiful Satine. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew that my beliefs in true love had to be real. Your strong will, good heart." He paused and kissed her. "And the smile that appears on those lips just takes my breath away."
Satine sighed and brought her hand up to Christian's face and stroked his cheek.
He leaned into her gentle touch and continued, "I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone and nothing would make me happier than to spend every single day right beside you."
Christian then took Satine's hand from his face and kissed it. I'm so sorry I don't have a ring to give you, but I promise, I'll get you one as soon as I have the money."
Satine stopped Christian's rambling with a kiss, "I don't need a ring to know that you love me," she said with a smile. Christian sighed, what she said seemed to give him more courage. He swallowed and continued,
"Will you marry me?"
Satine's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked into Christian's eyes. "Of course," she said as Christian's face lit up as he drew her into a deep kiss.
*~*
That night when they were in bed, Satine couldn't sleep. She kept looking over at Christian, her fiancé. Everything was so wonderful it almost didn't seem real. As Christian slept she ran her fingers through his hair, down the smooth skin of his freshly shaven cheek and finally to his chest. She wanted to wake him up just so they could sit and hold each other but then decided to lean in and sing so quietly it was barely audible, "storm clouds may gather and stars may collide. But I'll love you."
She stopped as Christian put his fingers to her lips and sang back, "I'll love you, until the end of time." He moved his hand and said, "you didn't expect me to miss out on singing our song, did you?" he gave a sleepy wink at Satine who had moved even closer to Christian. So close she could hear his heart beating. She felt so good in his arms.
"Good night, Satine", he said as he smoothed her hair out of her face.
"Good night", Satine murmured against his chest as they were slowly lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the train.