Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge. Never have, unfortunately never will.
I do have fun with the characters, though.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, but school decided to rear its ugly head.
Thank you soooooo much to all of you that reviewed, you keep this story
going! Read and enjoy, this is a mushy chapter!
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I awoke to the wonderful sound and smell of breakfast: bacon sizzling and Christian singing. The sun was rising over Paris, the air was cool and I was alive. There is no better way, in my opinion, to start a day. As I said Christian was singing and hadn't even noticed the fact that I was awake yet. So I just remained in my pleasant position, and listened to his sweet voice.
"La lune trop blême pose un diadème sur tes cheveux roux. La lune trop rousse de gloire éclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous. La lune trop pâle caresse l'opale de tes yeux blasés. Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur blessé." Satine smiled softly at the song Christian had written for her. He had even taken the time to learn more than the meager French he had known prior to coming to Monmartre.
"Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur blessé." Satine spoke softly and thought about the phrase. "Princess of the streets." Well, that's what she had been when he had met her, the princess of the streets. But he was going to change that. They were going to change that. Satine pulled the covers up to her chin and listened to his sweet song.
"Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux miséreux. Les ailes des moulins protègent les amoureux. Petite mandigote je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main. Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine j'oublie mon chagrin. Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse mal nourri. Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse
qui m'anéantit."
I got up from the small bed and walked over the window, staring at the gorgeous colors painting Paris in the morning. My lips echoed the words which he had last sung. "I feel on your lips an odor of fever...and under your caress an intoxication that destroys me." The words had been written when we were forced to hide, we were never able to be ourselves and the words rang with more truth than ever before. No longer would we ever take love for granted.
"Saisons peuvent changer, hiver en le ressort. Je t'aime jusqu'à la fin du temps. Advienne que pourra, je vous aimerai jusqu'à mon jour de mort." I sang out the window. Christian's singing promptly stopped, and I heard the sound of metal on the floor. Obviously, he had not noticed I was awake. Sure enough, Christian peeked his head out and smiled at me. He walked over to me slowly and kissed my forehead.
"I didn't know anyone was listening." He said quietly and squeezed me hand. Then he sang sweetly to me before turning into the kitchen. "Good morning, beautiful how was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side. When I open my eyes to see your sweet face it's a good morning beautiful day." He disappeared back into the small kitchen and yelled back to me. "Breakfast will be out in a minute!" We both sat down and feasted on the wonderful food he had prepared. As I sat there with him, watching Paris wake up, I knew there was no place in the world that I would rather be.
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I couldn't quite explain it. Christian had been acting odd all day, and I couldn't put my finger on it. He was nervous, but pretending that he wasn't, eager while trying to appear calm and somewhat pushy. About what, I had absolutely no idea. Thankfully I had decided a week earlier that I would spend the day with one of my best friends and mother for many years of my life. Marie and I were planning on just spending a quiet day together talking and shopping, but with Christian's uncharacteristic behavior I figured we would definitely have more than the weather to talk about. After taking my medicine, I dressed in something simple but stylish, one of my favorite dresses. It was dark blue with black trim and contrary to most of my other dresses, relatively comfortable.
I quickly looked up into the sky, and saw the gray clouds forming dark black ones. Momentarily, I contemplated taking an umbrella but decided against it. For a reason I had never been able to figure out, I loved the rain. It smelled wonderful, was cold and was clean. When the rain subsided, it made the streets look wonderful and smell better; it was the only thing that could improve the griminess of the world that I used to live in, and I loved it. I found Christian, gave him a quick kiss and waved goodbye, telling him I'd return by five-thirty that night. As soon as I walked out into the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape the tense atmosphere of Christian's garret. I saw Marie when I walked out of the building and quickly walked over to her, ready to relax and enjoy a day of fun.
"You're a life saver, Marie." I said, smiling as we walked towards one of the many stopped carriages. "I know, Satine, I know." She replied, smiling knowingly. "Now let's go enjoy ourselves."
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I returned to the small garret with my arms full of boxes and a large smile on my face. The day had been a wonderful way to get away, and a delicious smell was coming from the room. I reached into a pocket and fumbled with the small key to the garret. I tried to put the key in the hole, but the wonderful stack of boxes in my arms prevented me from seeing the lock or coordinating my hand with it. Finally I gave up and knocked on my own door. Christian came to the door wearing the suit that he wore the first time we met and a huge grin. He took the boxes from my hands and opened the door, covering my eyes in the process.
"What is all this about?!" I said in surprise, but my only answer was a kiss and a "you'll see." My mind was racing with questions, but I decided to let it be and let him have his fun. "Well," I started, "Since I believe that wonderful smell is a dinner you have prepared, Sir, would you be so kind as to lead me to my room so I may change into something more appropriate." Christian complied, leading me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and giving me a kiss on the back of my neck.
Left to myself, I began to open the boxes and pull out the beautiful items Marie had picked out for me. She had picked gorgeous designs and even more beautiful fabric as a surprise for me. I picked out a simple but beautiful forest green dress. The fabric was silk, with a horizontal neckline that wrapped around my shoulders. It was fitted in the top, and flared out every so slightly every few inches, creating a beautiful effect. I pulled my hair so it was half-back, and half down with curls falling down my back. Around my neck sat a small, golden chain with a small diamond that had been a present from Marie for my sixteenth birthday. I quietly turned the knob on the door and walked into a small room where an elegant table was set. There was delicious looking food, and two burning candles. But then, we can't forget the most important part, can we? Christian took my breath away, he was so handsome and striking. He took my hand and kissed it softly. "Enchante." He smiled and pulled me chair back for me.
The rest of the evening passed so quickly. I was hypnotized by Christian, and the look he was constantly bestowing on me. Finally, dinner was finished, dessert was eaten and the table was cleared. Christian smiled softly at me, and took my hand.
"Come here," he said, "I want to show you something." He guided me out onto the ledge outside of his window. Where he had written a song for me, and convinced me that our love was worth it all. All the trouble, all the problems, all the hiding. It was worth it. He put his arms around me as we watched the scene in front of us. The sun was setting over Paris, casting it in colors of pink, red and orange and a soft breeze blew. It was one of the most beautiful scenes in my life.
Christian kissed my hair and whispered sweetly into my ear. "Never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change winter to spring; I love you until the end of time." Christian squeezed my hand gently and reached into his pocket. He walked in front of me and got down on one knee. He opened his hand to reveal a gold bracelet with a small heart attached to it. The heart was engraved with two smaller hearts and a vine entwining them. He opened the heart slowly and placed the piece of paper inside it into my hand. My shaking hands opened the folded piece of paper to see three words in his beautiful handwriting. "Advienne Que Pourra?"
Come What May. Those three words were all that were needed. I nodded my head in response as I spoke with tears, "Je vous aimerai jusqu'à mon jour de mort." He clasped the bracelet onto my wrist and stood up. We smiled at each other as tears fell down my cheeks. Christian wiped them away and kissed me softly. Not that I would let him get away with 'softly'. I returned the kiss and much more, a wonderful joy pulsing through me. Christian and I would be married.
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Hope you liked it! Need help understanding the French in here? Go to
http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr
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I awoke to the wonderful sound and smell of breakfast: bacon sizzling and Christian singing. The sun was rising over Paris, the air was cool and I was alive. There is no better way, in my opinion, to start a day. As I said Christian was singing and hadn't even noticed the fact that I was awake yet. So I just remained in my pleasant position, and listened to his sweet voice.
"La lune trop blême pose un diadème sur tes cheveux roux. La lune trop rousse de gloire éclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous. La lune trop pâle caresse l'opale de tes yeux blasés. Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur blessé." Satine smiled softly at the song Christian had written for her. He had even taken the time to learn more than the meager French he had known prior to coming to Monmartre.
"Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur blessé." Satine spoke softly and thought about the phrase. "Princess of the streets." Well, that's what she had been when he had met her, the princess of the streets. But he was going to change that. They were going to change that. Satine pulled the covers up to her chin and listened to his sweet song.
"Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux miséreux. Les ailes des moulins protègent les amoureux. Petite mandigote je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main. Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine j'oublie mon chagrin. Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse mal nourri. Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse
qui m'anéantit."
I got up from the small bed and walked over the window, staring at the gorgeous colors painting Paris in the morning. My lips echoed the words which he had last sung. "I feel on your lips an odor of fever...and under your caress an intoxication that destroys me." The words had been written when we were forced to hide, we were never able to be ourselves and the words rang with more truth than ever before. No longer would we ever take love for granted.
"Saisons peuvent changer, hiver en le ressort. Je t'aime jusqu'à la fin du temps. Advienne que pourra, je vous aimerai jusqu'à mon jour de mort." I sang out the window. Christian's singing promptly stopped, and I heard the sound of metal on the floor. Obviously, he had not noticed I was awake. Sure enough, Christian peeked his head out and smiled at me. He walked over to me slowly and kissed my forehead.
"I didn't know anyone was listening." He said quietly and squeezed me hand. Then he sang sweetly to me before turning into the kitchen. "Good morning, beautiful how was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side. When I open my eyes to see your sweet face it's a good morning beautiful day." He disappeared back into the small kitchen and yelled back to me. "Breakfast will be out in a minute!" We both sat down and feasted on the wonderful food he had prepared. As I sat there with him, watching Paris wake up, I knew there was no place in the world that I would rather be.
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I couldn't quite explain it. Christian had been acting odd all day, and I couldn't put my finger on it. He was nervous, but pretending that he wasn't, eager while trying to appear calm and somewhat pushy. About what, I had absolutely no idea. Thankfully I had decided a week earlier that I would spend the day with one of my best friends and mother for many years of my life. Marie and I were planning on just spending a quiet day together talking and shopping, but with Christian's uncharacteristic behavior I figured we would definitely have more than the weather to talk about. After taking my medicine, I dressed in something simple but stylish, one of my favorite dresses. It was dark blue with black trim and contrary to most of my other dresses, relatively comfortable.
I quickly looked up into the sky, and saw the gray clouds forming dark black ones. Momentarily, I contemplated taking an umbrella but decided against it. For a reason I had never been able to figure out, I loved the rain. It smelled wonderful, was cold and was clean. When the rain subsided, it made the streets look wonderful and smell better; it was the only thing that could improve the griminess of the world that I used to live in, and I loved it. I found Christian, gave him a quick kiss and waved goodbye, telling him I'd return by five-thirty that night. As soon as I walked out into the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape the tense atmosphere of Christian's garret. I saw Marie when I walked out of the building and quickly walked over to her, ready to relax and enjoy a day of fun.
"You're a life saver, Marie." I said, smiling as we walked towards one of the many stopped carriages. "I know, Satine, I know." She replied, smiling knowingly. "Now let's go enjoy ourselves."
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I returned to the small garret with my arms full of boxes and a large smile on my face. The day had been a wonderful way to get away, and a delicious smell was coming from the room. I reached into a pocket and fumbled with the small key to the garret. I tried to put the key in the hole, but the wonderful stack of boxes in my arms prevented me from seeing the lock or coordinating my hand with it. Finally I gave up and knocked on my own door. Christian came to the door wearing the suit that he wore the first time we met and a huge grin. He took the boxes from my hands and opened the door, covering my eyes in the process.
"What is all this about?!" I said in surprise, but my only answer was a kiss and a "you'll see." My mind was racing with questions, but I decided to let it be and let him have his fun. "Well," I started, "Since I believe that wonderful smell is a dinner you have prepared, Sir, would you be so kind as to lead me to my room so I may change into something more appropriate." Christian complied, leading me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and giving me a kiss on the back of my neck.
Left to myself, I began to open the boxes and pull out the beautiful items Marie had picked out for me. She had picked gorgeous designs and even more beautiful fabric as a surprise for me. I picked out a simple but beautiful forest green dress. The fabric was silk, with a horizontal neckline that wrapped around my shoulders. It was fitted in the top, and flared out every so slightly every few inches, creating a beautiful effect. I pulled my hair so it was half-back, and half down with curls falling down my back. Around my neck sat a small, golden chain with a small diamond that had been a present from Marie for my sixteenth birthday. I quietly turned the knob on the door and walked into a small room where an elegant table was set. There was delicious looking food, and two burning candles. But then, we can't forget the most important part, can we? Christian took my breath away, he was so handsome and striking. He took my hand and kissed it softly. "Enchante." He smiled and pulled me chair back for me.
The rest of the evening passed so quickly. I was hypnotized by Christian, and the look he was constantly bestowing on me. Finally, dinner was finished, dessert was eaten and the table was cleared. Christian smiled softly at me, and took my hand.
"Come here," he said, "I want to show you something." He guided me out onto the ledge outside of his window. Where he had written a song for me, and convinced me that our love was worth it all. All the trouble, all the problems, all the hiding. It was worth it. He put his arms around me as we watched the scene in front of us. The sun was setting over Paris, casting it in colors of pink, red and orange and a soft breeze blew. It was one of the most beautiful scenes in my life.
Christian kissed my hair and whispered sweetly into my ear. "Never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change winter to spring; I love you until the end of time." Christian squeezed my hand gently and reached into his pocket. He walked in front of me and got down on one knee. He opened his hand to reveal a gold bracelet with a small heart attached to it. The heart was engraved with two smaller hearts and a vine entwining them. He opened the heart slowly and placed the piece of paper inside it into my hand. My shaking hands opened the folded piece of paper to see three words in his beautiful handwriting. "Advienne Que Pourra?"
Come What May. Those three words were all that were needed. I nodded my head in response as I spoke with tears, "Je vous aimerai jusqu'à mon jour de mort." He clasped the bracelet onto my wrist and stood up. We smiled at each other as tears fell down my cheeks. Christian wiped them away and kissed me softly. Not that I would let him get away with 'softly'. I returned the kiss and much more, a wonderful joy pulsing through me. Christian and I would be married.
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Hope you liked it! Need help understanding the French in here? Go to
http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr
