Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Moulin Rouge
Disclaimer: Well, the movie 'Moulin Rouge' did 'borrow' songs from a whole lot of singers, so let's just say that I'm 'borrowing' from Baz Luhrman and 20th Century Fox. They can get away with it, but there's no chance on earth that I can. Not mine, not the characters, not the plot, nada.
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Legs-in-the-Air had upset the writer. His reaction is sudden and violent.
Arabia is whispering, talking to no one in particular.
"Little dreamer, look for the moon. If she hides her face, you shall know that she cannot love you."
Legs jumps back, high as if executing a dance step. The Argentinean catches her arm and pulls her toward him.
He can feel the writer staring at him, inflaming every last nerve on his body with absinthe eyes.
The writer is young and foolish and trusting. He had played in the elephant and the clouds above the dirty streets of Paris.
The red wings of the mill had always sheltered his red rose love.
Now, at the first kiss of frost, his eyes turned blue.
Before the inexperience of youth can kill him, a man can show the boy how to live.
The Argentinean says Nini and Legs turn to look at him with her panicked succubus eyes. He soothes this diamond dog before she can howl.
He addresses the golden chandeliers and the writer hears.
The Argentinean steps down the stairs of the main hall until he reaches the dance floor, the tamed Nini at his heels.
He throws his arms into the air and he can feel the bright carnival lights narrow and focus.
Nini bows her sleek dark head and cocks her hip to one side.
They are the performers now and this is their stage. There is only one in the audience that matters.
He sheds his swarthy skin and black moustache. He is the schoolboy dreamer, heart full of bright hopes and poetry.
She is no longer the second-rate can-can girl. She has traded her tarnished finery to become the lady of diamonds.
Whether or not there is music, they shall dance. The story they tell is old but has always ended the same, even from age of Orpheus.
He puts his head down and lifts a booted foot.
The boy poet walks away but his singing is loud and clear.
Fandom: Moulin Rouge
Disclaimer: Well, the movie 'Moulin Rouge' did 'borrow' songs from a whole lot of singers, so let's just say that I'm 'borrowing' from Baz Luhrman and 20th Century Fox. They can get away with it, but there's no chance on earth that I can. Not mine, not the characters, not the plot, nada.
***
Legs-in-the-Air had upset the writer. His reaction is sudden and violent.
Arabia is whispering, talking to no one in particular.
"Little dreamer, look for the moon. If she hides her face, you shall know that she cannot love you."
Legs jumps back, high as if executing a dance step. The Argentinean catches her arm and pulls her toward him.
He can feel the writer staring at him, inflaming every last nerve on his body with absinthe eyes.
The writer is young and foolish and trusting. He had played in the elephant and the clouds above the dirty streets of Paris.
The red wings of the mill had always sheltered his red rose love.
Now, at the first kiss of frost, his eyes turned blue.
Before the inexperience of youth can kill him, a man can show the boy how to live.
The Argentinean says Nini and Legs turn to look at him with her panicked succubus eyes. He soothes this diamond dog before she can howl.
He addresses the golden chandeliers and the writer hears.
The Argentinean steps down the stairs of the main hall until he reaches the dance floor, the tamed Nini at his heels.
He throws his arms into the air and he can feel the bright carnival lights narrow and focus.
Nini bows her sleek dark head and cocks her hip to one side.
They are the performers now and this is their stage. There is only one in the audience that matters.
He sheds his swarthy skin and black moustache. He is the schoolboy dreamer, heart full of bright hopes and poetry.
She is no longer the second-rate can-can girl. She has traded her tarnished finery to become the lady of diamonds.
Whether or not there is music, they shall dance. The story they tell is old but has always ended the same, even from age of Orpheus.
He puts his head down and lifts a booted foot.
The boy poet walks away but his singing is loud and clear.