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 V: This Song Has No Title ~
By: Mariclaire
Satine woke with a jerk as she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Miss Satine?" Sarah, the maid, called. "Miss Satine, breakfast will be served shortly."
"Christian!" Satine whispered as she shook him awake.
"What?" he asked sleepily.
"Sarah, she's at the door," Satine said nervously.
"Oh my God," Christian whispered as he thought of what would happen if his father found out they were in bed together.
"Miss Satine?" Sarah called again.
"Christian," Satine asked, "what are we going to do?"
"I have an idea," Christian exclaimed. Satine almost exploded with giggles as Christian covered himself with the sheets. Satine got the idea and bunched the sheets around him and placed a pillow on top of his form to make it less noticeable.
All of a sudden, Satine's door creaked open and Sarah's head peeked in. Satine leaned onto the bumpy form of sheets and pillows that was concealing Christian. "I'm sorry to wake you Miss Satine, but breakfast will be served within the half hour." Satine cleared her throat to keep from laughing and then plastered a polite smile on her face.
"Thank you, Sarah. I'll be down by then. Thank you for waking me."
Sarah seemed satisfied with her reply and continued, "I'll see you in the dining room. I was just about to go check on Master Christian." she said as she started to close the door.
Satine sputtered, "NO!"
Sarah turned around, surprised. "Excuse me?" she asked inquisitively at Satine's sudden outburst.
Satine regained her poise and continued, "I'm sure Christian is very tired from our travels yesterday. I'll be sure that he's awake before I come down," Satine smiled sweetly at the middle-aged maid.
Sarah looked at her suspiciously, "Of course, Miss Satine," she said slowly. She was instructed to follow orders, especially those of a guest. "I'll see you and Master Christian in the dining room for breakfast then."
"Thank you, Sarah," Satine said, relieved as she finally pulled the door closed. Satine smiled as she pulled the covers and pillows off Christian. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily from lack of air. "Is she gone?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, she's gone," Satine laughed as she pulled Christian's lips to hers and snuggled into his warmth.
"This sure seems familiar," Christian said. Satine sighed, "too familiar. I'm so tired of hiding our love."
Christian could remember only too well being at the Moulin Rouge, sneaking off to steal a kiss or making up excuses that they were practicing for Spectacular, Spectacular just so they could spend time together.
He kissed Satine's forehead and smoothed her hair back, "Darling, it will be all right. Soon, we'll be married and we'll have no one to judge us."
Satine smiled at the thought. She couldn't wait to get married. She sighed and put on a playful smile, "well, I believe you should go get dressed 'Master Christian'," she said, imitating the maid's heavy English accent.
Christian got the idea, "well, all right, 'Miss Satine', I'll see you at breakfast." He drew her into one last kiss before he slowly opened her bedroom door and tip-toed out.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Satine got out of bed and brushed her hair. She looked through her dresses and decided on an informal, green one. She put on her corset and slipped the dress on over it then slid on some shoes. She walked over to the full-length mirror and pulled her fiery, red hair out of her face, and into a bun. Satine looked in the mirror one last time, satisfied. She said goodbye to her little bird and headed down to the dining room for breakfast.
*~*
Satine scrunched her hand in and out of a tight fist under the table as Christian's father continued what seemed to be his endless banter of the "evil bohemians" and the Moulin Rouge. She had to use all her strength to hide her anger as she thought of Toulouse, Chocolat and all the other wonderful, idealistic people they had left behind. The last word she would think to describe them as was "evil". Christian was sitting beside her at the breakfast table and could tell she was uncomfortable.
"Father, you don't even know any of them. They aren't that bad."
His father cut him off. "Aren't all that bad!?! Those bloody creatures of the underworld will never amount to anything! They waste their lives away with those can-can whores!"
Satine choked on the croissant she was eating. Those words hit her hard and without warning. The table grew silent as everyone watched as she coughed and tried to get some tea down. Emily was the first to speak. "Satine, are you alright?"
After a few more sputters and another sip of tea, Satine plastered a smile on her face and replied, "yes dear, just choked on a bit of bread, that's all."
Everyone slowly went back to eating and Satine thanked Sarah for breakfast and asked to be excused. She got up from the table, put her coat on and headed outside to the garden. It didn't matter that it was freezing cold, she needed some fresh air.
Satine fought the tears that she felt in her eyes. Tears of anger, pain and sadness. "A can-can whore?", she thought to herself. "Is that all I am, a can-can whore?"
Before Satine could be left alone with her emotions anymore, Christian came outside. "Darling," he whispered as he came and put his arm around her. "Oh, shhh, it's all right." he rocked her steadily. "My father doesn't know anything. He's probably the most ignorant person I know. That's why I left in the first place."
"But Christian," Satine sighed. "he called me a whore."
The word stung Christian.
Before he could say anything, she continued, "what if there is some truth to that? Are we just kidding ourselves to deny the fact that I was a..." she paused. "Can-can whore? Do you really want to marry a woman who sold her love?"
"Satine, that's not who you are or who you were; you did what you had to." He paused and made sure she really heard him. "I want to marry you, not your past. I love you and always will, no matter what. Come what may, remember?" Christian said with a smile.
Satine sat in thought. What Christian's father had said had made her feel worthless. The pain from what he said was still there, but Christian made her feel like a different person. He made her feel special and that was one of the countless reasons she loved him. Satine gave Christian a kiss and nodded her head. "Come what may," she whispered.
All of a sudden, Emily appeared. A huge smile spread across her face as she saw Christian and Satine. "Oh Satine, I was worried about you! You left all of a sudden and I thought something was wrong."
Satine gave Christian's hand a squeeze. "No Emily dear, everything's fine. I just needed some air."
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Her breath came out in a big puff into the frigid air. "Well, I know I've had enough of this air, it's freezing!"
Christian laughed, "I guess we better go in before we all freeze to death." He took the hands of his two favorite girls and led them back into the inviting heat of the house.
*~*
"And that's how we gained the money for the Webster account." Christian's father droned. They were all sitting in front of the fire in the living room which would have been a wonderful experience if it weren't for his horrible droning about the family bank's facts and figures.
Satine thought torture was being pulled into a corset that was a few sizes to small, or endless rehearsals for a dance performance in front of a bunch of drunken men at the Moulin Rouge. Oh no, that wasn't torture. She hadn't known torture until she had to sit through this. She stifled a yawn and nodded with forced enthusiasm.
Christian's father wasn't about to let up. "And Phillip. When all seemed lost, he saved the company," Christian's father beamed.
"Oh Lord," Christian thought. "Here we go with Phillip." Nobody could compare to Phillip.
"Phillip saved the company". "Phillip knows his place". He had heard these speeches so many times they all sounded the same. Christian had come to believe that his father enjoyed making him feel inferior. These were the times he missed his mother the most.
As Christian's father got up to go get a book of all the bank's many accounts, Christian finally cut in. "Father, I thought it would be nice to show Satine around town. He took Satine's hand and stood up before his father had time to protest. "Dinner will be ready around six?" Sarah nodded from where she was dusting in the corner of the room. "We'll be home by
then, good-bye."
As he and Satine walked out, Christian noticed Emily giving him a pleading look of 'get me out!' He knew he couldn't just leave his little sister to endure what could be hours more of this. So he asked, "Emmy, don't you have that thing you have to do for your lessons?"
Emily was so tired of her father's banter that even schoolwork looked good. "Oh yes, that, ummm-project. I must finish reading a book and write a report on it before Christmas or I might get in trouble with my tutor."
Christian's father was trying to bring up an intelligent, young lady, so he agreed. "Go on, get
your lessons done." Emily walked out of the room and mouthed "thank you" to Christian. He gave her a wink as she bounded up the stairs to her room.
"Goodbye father, see you at six." Christian said cheerfully. Christian's father grunted in response and began to look through the book himself.
When Christian and Satine had escaped to the streets of London she looked at him and said in disbelief, "that was horrible."
"What? Oh, my father? Yes, he has a knack of making you want to pull your hair out."
Satine laughed as they walked down the busy street and leaned into Christian to keep her warm. He hugged her close and continued, "now you can see why I wanted to leave London."
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part V: This Song Has No Title ~
By: Mariclaire
Satine woke with a jerk as she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Miss Satine?" Sarah, the maid, called. "Miss Satine, breakfast will be served shortly."
"Christian!" Satine whispered as she shook him awake.
"What?" he asked sleepily.
"Sarah, she's at the door," Satine said nervously.
"Oh my God," Christian whispered as he thought of what would happen if his father found out they were in bed together.
"Miss Satine?" Sarah called again.
"Christian," Satine asked, "what are we going to do?"
"I have an idea," Christian exclaimed. Satine almost exploded with giggles as Christian covered himself with the sheets. Satine got the idea and bunched the sheets around him and placed a pillow on top of his form to make it less noticeable.
All of a sudden, Satine's door creaked open and Sarah's head peeked in. Satine leaned onto the bumpy form of sheets and pillows that was concealing Christian. "I'm sorry to wake you Miss Satine, but breakfast will be served within the half hour." Satine cleared her throat to keep from laughing and then plastered a polite smile on her face.
"Thank you, Sarah. I'll be down by then. Thank you for waking me."
Sarah seemed satisfied with her reply and continued, "I'll see you in the dining room. I was just about to go check on Master Christian." she said as she started to close the door.
Satine sputtered, "NO!"
Sarah turned around, surprised. "Excuse me?" she asked inquisitively at Satine's sudden outburst.
Satine regained her poise and continued, "I'm sure Christian is very tired from our travels yesterday. I'll be sure that he's awake before I come down," Satine smiled sweetly at the middle-aged maid.
Sarah looked at her suspiciously, "Of course, Miss Satine," she said slowly. She was instructed to follow orders, especially those of a guest. "I'll see you and Master Christian in the dining room for breakfast then."
"Thank you, Sarah," Satine said, relieved as she finally pulled the door closed. Satine smiled as she pulled the covers and pillows off Christian. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily from lack of air. "Is she gone?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, she's gone," Satine laughed as she pulled Christian's lips to hers and snuggled into his warmth.
"This sure seems familiar," Christian said. Satine sighed, "too familiar. I'm so tired of hiding our love."
Christian could remember only too well being at the Moulin Rouge, sneaking off to steal a kiss or making up excuses that they were practicing for Spectacular, Spectacular just so they could spend time together.
He kissed Satine's forehead and smoothed her hair back, "Darling, it will be all right. Soon, we'll be married and we'll have no one to judge us."
Satine smiled at the thought. She couldn't wait to get married. She sighed and put on a playful smile, "well, I believe you should go get dressed 'Master Christian'," she said, imitating the maid's heavy English accent.
Christian got the idea, "well, all right, 'Miss Satine', I'll see you at breakfast." He drew her into one last kiss before he slowly opened her bedroom door and tip-toed out.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Satine got out of bed and brushed her hair. She looked through her dresses and decided on an informal, green one. She put on her corset and slipped the dress on over it then slid on some shoes. She walked over to the full-length mirror and pulled her fiery, red hair out of her face, and into a bun. Satine looked in the mirror one last time, satisfied. She said goodbye to her little bird and headed down to the dining room for breakfast.
*~*
Satine scrunched her hand in and out of a tight fist under the table as Christian's father continued what seemed to be his endless banter of the "evil bohemians" and the Moulin Rouge. She had to use all her strength to hide her anger as she thought of Toulouse, Chocolat and all the other wonderful, idealistic people they had left behind. The last word she would think to describe them as was "evil". Christian was sitting beside her at the breakfast table and could tell she was uncomfortable.
"Father, you don't even know any of them. They aren't that bad."
His father cut him off. "Aren't all that bad!?! Those bloody creatures of the underworld will never amount to anything! They waste their lives away with those can-can whores!"
Satine choked on the croissant she was eating. Those words hit her hard and without warning. The table grew silent as everyone watched as she coughed and tried to get some tea down. Emily was the first to speak. "Satine, are you alright?"
After a few more sputters and another sip of tea, Satine plastered a smile on her face and replied, "yes dear, just choked on a bit of bread, that's all."
Everyone slowly went back to eating and Satine thanked Sarah for breakfast and asked to be excused. She got up from the table, put her coat on and headed outside to the garden. It didn't matter that it was freezing cold, she needed some fresh air.
Satine fought the tears that she felt in her eyes. Tears of anger, pain and sadness. "A can-can whore?", she thought to herself. "Is that all I am, a can-can whore?"
Before Satine could be left alone with her emotions anymore, Christian came outside. "Darling," he whispered as he came and put his arm around her. "Oh, shhh, it's all right." he rocked her steadily. "My father doesn't know anything. He's probably the most ignorant person I know. That's why I left in the first place."
"But Christian," Satine sighed. "he called me a whore."
The word stung Christian.
Before he could say anything, she continued, "what if there is some truth to that? Are we just kidding ourselves to deny the fact that I was a..." she paused. "Can-can whore? Do you really want to marry a woman who sold her love?"
"Satine, that's not who you are or who you were; you did what you had to." He paused and made sure she really heard him. "I want to marry you, not your past. I love you and always will, no matter what. Come what may, remember?" Christian said with a smile.
Satine sat in thought. What Christian's father had said had made her feel worthless. The pain from what he said was still there, but Christian made her feel like a different person. He made her feel special and that was one of the countless reasons she loved him. Satine gave Christian a kiss and nodded her head. "Come what may," she whispered.
All of a sudden, Emily appeared. A huge smile spread across her face as she saw Christian and Satine. "Oh Satine, I was worried about you! You left all of a sudden and I thought something was wrong."
Satine gave Christian's hand a squeeze. "No Emily dear, everything's fine. I just needed some air."
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Her breath came out in a big puff into the frigid air. "Well, I know I've had enough of this air, it's freezing!"
Christian laughed, "I guess we better go in before we all freeze to death." He took the hands of his two favorite girls and led them back into the inviting heat of the house.
*~*
"And that's how we gained the money for the Webster account." Christian's father droned. They were all sitting in front of the fire in the living room which would have been a wonderful experience if it weren't for his horrible droning about the family bank's facts and figures.
Satine thought torture was being pulled into a corset that was a few sizes to small, or endless rehearsals for a dance performance in front of a bunch of drunken men at the Moulin Rouge. Oh no, that wasn't torture. She hadn't known torture until she had to sit through this. She stifled a yawn and nodded with forced enthusiasm.
Christian's father wasn't about to let up. "And Phillip. When all seemed lost, he saved the company," Christian's father beamed.
"Oh Lord," Christian thought. "Here we go with Phillip." Nobody could compare to Phillip.
"Phillip saved the company". "Phillip knows his place". He had heard these speeches so many times they all sounded the same. Christian had come to believe that his father enjoyed making him feel inferior. These were the times he missed his mother the most.
As Christian's father got up to go get a book of all the bank's many accounts, Christian finally cut in. "Father, I thought it would be nice to show Satine around town. He took Satine's hand and stood up before his father had time to protest. "Dinner will be ready around six?" Sarah nodded from where she was dusting in the corner of the room. "We'll be home by
then, good-bye."
As he and Satine walked out, Christian noticed Emily giving him a pleading look of 'get me out!' He knew he couldn't just leave his little sister to endure what could be hours more of this. So he asked, "Emmy, don't you have that thing you have to do for your lessons?"
Emily was so tired of her father's banter that even schoolwork looked good. "Oh yes, that, ummm-project. I must finish reading a book and write a report on it before Christmas or I might get in trouble with my tutor."
Christian's father was trying to bring up an intelligent, young lady, so he agreed. "Go on, get
your lessons done." Emily walked out of the room and mouthed "thank you" to Christian. He gave her a wink as she bounded up the stairs to her room.
"Goodbye father, see you at six." Christian said cheerfully. Christian's father grunted in response and began to look through the book himself.
When Christian and Satine had escaped to the streets of London she looked at him and said in disbelief, "that was horrible."
"What? Oh, my father? Yes, he has a knack of making you want to pull your hair out."
Satine laughed as they walked down the busy street and leaned into Christian to keep her warm. He hugged her close and continued, "now you can see why I wanted to leave London."