Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
by
Sailor Miaka
Author's note's: Once again I am in awe. Wow! I am soo excited! I am greatly thankful to my reviewers! I'm glad you all enjoy my story. I'm going to be working on my grammar etc. so that hopefully will be better. Thanks Again and Keep reading!
Disclaimer's: Miaka-chan no own Moulin Rouge and its charactors...Baz Luhrman does.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 3
"Not Even Death"
Velvette sat on a torn couch in Toulouse's flat, observing the group of men her sister had refferred to as the "true Boho's". The Doctor, Satie, The Argentinian, Toulouse, and Christian in turn were watching her. Christian desperately wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that Satine was alive. Yet part of him refused to.
"I know this is hard on you all, but please believe me. I am telling the truth." she said softly with a tear in her eye. God, she thought to herself, get yourself together Velvette! Emotions aren't necessary.
"If--If Satine is alive and told you all about us..." Christian began slowly, "you should be able to answer this question...What was my gift? The first gift I ever gave her?"
Velvette looked at him directly in the eye as she smiled and began to sing.
"My gift is my song...and this one is for you.
And you can tell everybody, that this is your song
It may be quite simple but, now that its done,
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
The Boho's sat on the edge of their seats...remembering the romance between Christian and Satine.
Christian had tears in his eyes. He believed. Velvette smiled and extended her hand to him.
"Come with me. I think you're ready to see her."
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Satine sat next to a window in her room. The blue sky beckoned at her, she wanted to fly again. Since her collapse at the Moulin and subsequent revival, she had a lot to think about. Mostly about the little sister she had left to fend for herself against the brutality of her father. Velvette was lucky enough not to remember the time right after their mother's death...things hd been the worst then. Phillippe had worn down after Satine had left. Satine ran her hands down the satin curtains in her room. The best the mill could produce...the fabric she had been named after. Satine chuckled. Somethings never changed. Velvette had grown up though. From a gangly four year old to a beautiful 16 year old. She had to deal with so much already in life, Satine thought, and here I am adding to it. Slowly Satine stood and made her way down to the library, to the baby grand piano that had stood there since Satine could remember. She slowly was getting better. The Doctors' said her being alive was a miracle, that the consumption nearly had her. She smiled. One day, when she was completely healthy, she would find Christian, and they could finally be together. Idlely she played a few notes of the keyboard.
"Come what may.." she sang softly.
Footsteps outside startled her...far to many to be just Velvette.
"Where?" said a soft male voice Satine recognised.
"Satine?" Velvette called.
"In here!" Satine called out.
The wide doors to the library opened and for the penniless poet and the former courtesan time stopped completely. They stared at each other as if it were the first time they had seen each other. Velvette stood back and watched in wonder. She smiled as she thought of one line.
"How wonderful life is now you're in the world..." she sang softly.
Christian ran to Satine, enveloping her into a huge hug and finally a searing kiss.
"I thought you.." he began
"Not even death could keep me from you my love." Satine said through her tears.
They remained in that embrace softly humming and dancing to a tune only they knew. Toulouse smiled widely and beckoned to Velvette.
"I didn't understand, what she meant, when she told me that Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and Love were the greatest of any ideal. I do now. They seem so happy." she said to him.
"We Bohemians believe in the ideals of Freedom, Beauty, Truth and Love, Velvette. Those two represent them. Satine acheived freedom for us through the Moulin, Christian writes the truth, you my dear, represent pure beauty, not just in the face but of the soul... you brought them together. And those two...well they have written the book of love."
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She haunted his dreams. Her fiery hair, her eyes...which he couldn't decide if they were green or blue...her body. He wanted to possess her. Then she had left. But suddenly she was back and his desire for her was intensified. She was everything he had wanted. Yet she had chosen a penniless writer over all his wealth. Then she left.
But another had taken her place. Same build and even looks...but instead of falling over him as Satine the Whore had done this, this...he looked at the bill of sale contract copy he had and read her name...this Madamoiselle Velvette de Siegnuer had fully taken Satine's place in his heart and mind. He tied his satin cravet about his neck and attached his velvet cumberbund on to his formal suit. Hmmm he thought...a pity they couldn't have met...Velvet and Satin...Velvette and Satine. A true pity ther couldn't have met.
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by
Sailor Miaka
Author's note's: Once again I am in awe. Wow! I am soo excited! I am greatly thankful to my reviewers! I'm glad you all enjoy my story. I'm going to be working on my grammar etc. so that hopefully will be better. Thanks Again and Keep reading!
Disclaimer's: Miaka-chan no own Moulin Rouge and its charactors...Baz Luhrman does.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 3
"Not Even Death"
Velvette sat on a torn couch in Toulouse's flat, observing the group of men her sister had refferred to as the "true Boho's". The Doctor, Satie, The Argentinian, Toulouse, and Christian in turn were watching her. Christian desperately wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that Satine was alive. Yet part of him refused to.
"I know this is hard on you all, but please believe me. I am telling the truth." she said softly with a tear in her eye. God, she thought to herself, get yourself together Velvette! Emotions aren't necessary.
"If--If Satine is alive and told you all about us..." Christian began slowly, "you should be able to answer this question...What was my gift? The first gift I ever gave her?"
Velvette looked at him directly in the eye as she smiled and began to sing.
"My gift is my song...and this one is for you.
And you can tell everybody, that this is your song
It may be quite simple but, now that its done,
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
The Boho's sat on the edge of their seats...remembering the romance between Christian and Satine.
Christian had tears in his eyes. He believed. Velvette smiled and extended her hand to him.
"Come with me. I think you're ready to see her."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Satine sat next to a window in her room. The blue sky beckoned at her, she wanted to fly again. Since her collapse at the Moulin and subsequent revival, she had a lot to think about. Mostly about the little sister she had left to fend for herself against the brutality of her father. Velvette was lucky enough not to remember the time right after their mother's death...things hd been the worst then. Phillippe had worn down after Satine had left. Satine ran her hands down the satin curtains in her room. The best the mill could produce...the fabric she had been named after. Satine chuckled. Somethings never changed. Velvette had grown up though. From a gangly four year old to a beautiful 16 year old. She had to deal with so much already in life, Satine thought, and here I am adding to it. Slowly Satine stood and made her way down to the library, to the baby grand piano that had stood there since Satine could remember. She slowly was getting better. The Doctors' said her being alive was a miracle, that the consumption nearly had her. She smiled. One day, when she was completely healthy, she would find Christian, and they could finally be together. Idlely she played a few notes of the keyboard.
"Come what may.." she sang softly.
Footsteps outside startled her...far to many to be just Velvette.
"Where?" said a soft male voice Satine recognised.
"Satine?" Velvette called.
"In here!" Satine called out.
The wide doors to the library opened and for the penniless poet and the former courtesan time stopped completely. They stared at each other as if it were the first time they had seen each other. Velvette stood back and watched in wonder. She smiled as she thought of one line.
"How wonderful life is now you're in the world..." she sang softly.
Christian ran to Satine, enveloping her into a huge hug and finally a searing kiss.
"I thought you.." he began
"Not even death could keep me from you my love." Satine said through her tears.
They remained in that embrace softly humming and dancing to a tune only they knew. Toulouse smiled widely and beckoned to Velvette.
"I didn't understand, what she meant, when she told me that Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and Love were the greatest of any ideal. I do now. They seem so happy." she said to him.
"We Bohemians believe in the ideals of Freedom, Beauty, Truth and Love, Velvette. Those two represent them. Satine acheived freedom for us through the Moulin, Christian writes the truth, you my dear, represent pure beauty, not just in the face but of the soul... you brought them together. And those two...well they have written the book of love."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She haunted his dreams. Her fiery hair, her eyes...which he couldn't decide if they were green or blue...her body. He wanted to possess her. Then she had left. But suddenly she was back and his desire for her was intensified. She was everything he had wanted. Yet she had chosen a penniless writer over all his wealth. Then she left.
But another had taken her place. Same build and even looks...but instead of falling over him as Satine the Whore had done this, this...he looked at the bill of sale contract copy he had and read her name...this Madamoiselle Velvette de Siegnuer had fully taken Satine's place in his heart and mind. He tied his satin cravet about his neck and attached his velvet cumberbund on to his formal suit. Hmmm he thought...a pity they couldn't have met...Velvet and Satin...Velvette and Satine. A true pity ther couldn't have met.
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