Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or the characters or the sets or the
elephant...hmm...my guess is you get the point by now.
A/N: Thank you sooooo much to those who reviewed when I *ahem* didn't post anything *ahem* for a while. You guys are great, hope you enjoy this chapter even though it's short.
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"Oh Marie!" Satine gasped after rotating around slowly and seeing herself in the mirror for the first time since she had first bought her wedding gown. "Marie, I feel like a princess! This dress is absolutely gorgeous. I hope Christian will like it. Marie, I'm so lucky to be engaged to a man like him." A huge grin lit up Satine's face as she smiled broadly. "I think you've got it wrong, love. He's lucky to be engaged to a woman like you, and you should feel like a princess because that's what you are. That's what you've always been. And one more thing, you're rambling again." Satine laughed quietly and slowly glided over to the simple chair in the corner of the room, absent-mindedly playing with one of the strands of pearls in her hair. "Thank you. You know I appreciate everything you've ever done for me, I love you and I'll miss you so much." The two hugged for a moment or two and slowly drew apart. Marie looked at Satine with a motherly glance and fixed a stray strand of her dark red hair. "It's time." She said quietly before exiting the room quickly to avoid her tears being exposed to the young woman. Satine drew a quick breath and looked in the mirror before turning around and leaving the room.
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Christian idly fiddled with his dress shirt collar; it had been so long since he had last worn one of these. Christian's thoughts unintentionally turned back to past events when he had been forced to wear a nice shirt and suit and be a "presentable young man". But now was different for him, now it was voluntary, now it was worth it. Christian's heart began to beat faster as he thought about how long he must have been standing where he was, waiting for the ceremony to begin and waiting to see Satine. Marie and Satine had been hiding the wedding dress from him, he knew it and he couldn't wait to see what she looked like.
A soft, gentle light seemed to appear in the doorway of the small room he was standing in and Satine slowly began walking towards him. Anticipating what she would look like was nothing close to what he was experiencing now and tears began to well up in Christian's eyes. His heart began to beat insanely fast, his eyesight got blurry and the breath left his throat all at once. No poetic thought or song filled his mind or left his lips. There was simply a profound aura of awe surrounding the young man. Christian could barely keep his legs from giving up on him as Satine walked closer to him.
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My heart began to pound quicker in my chest as I neared Christian, the train on my gown trailing behind me. As a stared at his irresistible face and into his eyes I realized that there was no doubt. No doubt in my mind whatsoever that this was the man I would spend the rest of my life with, no matter how long that may prove to be. I was no longer scared. No longer scared of my life, of what it held, of who it held waiting for me because I knew there would never be, could never be anyone else. I felt clean and forgiven, finally, cleansed by my true love. Tears started to swell in my eyes as I got closer and closer to my love. I was truly ready.
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"...As long as you both shall live." Strong words came from Christian, despite the shakiness he was feeling inside. "I do." He said while staring into Satine's eyes. He watched Satine as she listened to the words of the man marrying them. He was confident in that moment, that there was no one else he could ever live with, ever love but her.
"...In sickness and in health as long as you both shall live." Her crimson lips parted and she also spoke confidently towards Christian, looking into his eyes. "I do." Christian grinned softly at Satine, making her insides melt and warming her heart.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The two slowly moved towards each other and kissed softly, at first that is. Christian put his arm around Satine and dipped her low, deepening the kiss. When the two finally parted, a tension that neither knew existed dropped from between them. They smiled widely at each other as they both experienced something that they had never felt before. Utter and complete freedom.
A/N: Thank you sooooo much to those who reviewed when I *ahem* didn't post anything *ahem* for a while. You guys are great, hope you enjoy this chapter even though it's short.
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"Oh Marie!" Satine gasped after rotating around slowly and seeing herself in the mirror for the first time since she had first bought her wedding gown. "Marie, I feel like a princess! This dress is absolutely gorgeous. I hope Christian will like it. Marie, I'm so lucky to be engaged to a man like him." A huge grin lit up Satine's face as she smiled broadly. "I think you've got it wrong, love. He's lucky to be engaged to a woman like you, and you should feel like a princess because that's what you are. That's what you've always been. And one more thing, you're rambling again." Satine laughed quietly and slowly glided over to the simple chair in the corner of the room, absent-mindedly playing with one of the strands of pearls in her hair. "Thank you. You know I appreciate everything you've ever done for me, I love you and I'll miss you so much." The two hugged for a moment or two and slowly drew apart. Marie looked at Satine with a motherly glance and fixed a stray strand of her dark red hair. "It's time." She said quietly before exiting the room quickly to avoid her tears being exposed to the young woman. Satine drew a quick breath and looked in the mirror before turning around and leaving the room.
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Christian idly fiddled with his dress shirt collar; it had been so long since he had last worn one of these. Christian's thoughts unintentionally turned back to past events when he had been forced to wear a nice shirt and suit and be a "presentable young man". But now was different for him, now it was voluntary, now it was worth it. Christian's heart began to beat faster as he thought about how long he must have been standing where he was, waiting for the ceremony to begin and waiting to see Satine. Marie and Satine had been hiding the wedding dress from him, he knew it and he couldn't wait to see what she looked like.
A soft, gentle light seemed to appear in the doorway of the small room he was standing in and Satine slowly began walking towards him. Anticipating what she would look like was nothing close to what he was experiencing now and tears began to well up in Christian's eyes. His heart began to beat insanely fast, his eyesight got blurry and the breath left his throat all at once. No poetic thought or song filled his mind or left his lips. There was simply a profound aura of awe surrounding the young man. Christian could barely keep his legs from giving up on him as Satine walked closer to him.
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My heart began to pound quicker in my chest as I neared Christian, the train on my gown trailing behind me. As a stared at his irresistible face and into his eyes I realized that there was no doubt. No doubt in my mind whatsoever that this was the man I would spend the rest of my life with, no matter how long that may prove to be. I was no longer scared. No longer scared of my life, of what it held, of who it held waiting for me because I knew there would never be, could never be anyone else. I felt clean and forgiven, finally, cleansed by my true love. Tears started to swell in my eyes as I got closer and closer to my love. I was truly ready.
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"...As long as you both shall live." Strong words came from Christian, despite the shakiness he was feeling inside. "I do." He said while staring into Satine's eyes. He watched Satine as she listened to the words of the man marrying them. He was confident in that moment, that there was no one else he could ever live with, ever love but her.
"...In sickness and in health as long as you both shall live." Her crimson lips parted and she also spoke confidently towards Christian, looking into his eyes. "I do." Christian grinned softly at Satine, making her insides melt and warming her heart.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The two slowly moved towards each other and kissed softly, at first that is. Christian put his arm around Satine and dipped her low, deepening the kiss. When the two finally parted, a tension that neither knew existed dropped from between them. They smiled widely at each other as they both experienced something that they had never felt before. Utter and complete freedom.
