We Dance in Misery
Disclaimer: Alright, alright, so maybe there's a little bit of Davey Havok in here, but not meant to *be* Lord Havok. Alright? Just loosely based. I don't know the sexuality of Lord Havok nor do I really care. I just made this Davey gay...k? So don't assume my Lord is gay! Oh yeah, same disclaimers as before.
Chapter Four
~~Begin Chapter~~
"I need her..."
"Who is 'her'?" Davey asked slowly. Davey, though not ready to admit it fully, was developing a little "liking" to this man.
"Satine...she was my everything," Christian sobbed at the thought of her.
"Tell me about her," Davey said. Christian looked at Davey then nodded and began to tell Davey of the story of him and Satine, the Duke, Zidler, Toulouse and the Moulin Rouge.
By the end, Davey was in tears himself. "You should write a book about that."
"I did, but...Harold Zidler destroyed it."
"Why?"
"I don't know, he didn't want people to know, I guess. I thought that when I wrote it, I would have moved on, and put it away. But it still haunts me. It's haunted me forever, no one cares."
"I care."
"Thanks."
"So...you know Toulouse?"
"Yeah, I did know him, but we haven't talked since then..."
"Why?"
"Because of my life."
"How did you come about this life, anyway?"
"When I confided in Zidler, I don't know what happened, I was so drunk. When I woke up in a hangover I realized I had signed myself to him, I was a whore now."
"You don't have to be."
"I signed it."
"He probably forced you to, it shouldn't mean anything since you were influenced by alcohol."
"It does. But my life means nothing now. It was gone when Satine fell."
"You never moved on?"
"Never."
"That's why you're like this, you can't move on like this, living a life that Satine used to live. You can't move on when you still love her wholely."
"I can't get out of it now. It's too far."
"You can get out."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can," Davey said firmly. Christian didn't respond. Davey sighed and grabbed the book he had thrown away. Christian closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but the sniffling and headache he had, he couldn't sleep. Davey noticed how Christian kept shifting around. "Maybe you should sleep in the bed."
"No..." Christian moaned, his head felt like it was going to explode.
"Yes. You can sleep in the bedroom, it's much warmer, and much more comfortable than my paint-and-inked-stained couch. The bedroom is actually quite clean. Come on," Davey lifted Christian up. Christian was too tired and weak to protest. Davey put Christian under the warm sheets and added a few, "You can sleep here for the night. If you're still feeling sick tomorrow you can sleep here again. Until you feel better. I'll be in the living room."
Christian reached out a hand and grabbed Davey. "No...please don't go," he begged. "I don't want to be alone."
Davey sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't want to impose on Christian's...well his bed with Christian in it. He was afraid to, he didn't want Christian to feel like he was being used. Add to the fact that his true love died, he was vulnerable. Davey brushed a few long bangs from Christian's face, revealing Christian's pleading blue sorrow filled eyes. "I'll stay here then. I'll be here all night."
Christian nodded and closed his eyes, letting his head sink into the off-white, soft pillow. Christian hadn't let go of Davey's hand, Davey let his fingers entwine in Christian's. After a while, Christian had a steady breathing rythm, he was sleep. Davey looked out the window, it was late indeed, he blew out the candle he kept lit next to his bed and crawled in bed, holding Christian, not realizing what he was doing, but just getting into a more comfortable position before he fell asleep, his head in the nook of Christian's head.
~~End Chapter~~
Wow, that's short wasn't it? Haha, okay, I'll continue shortly, don't worry. Please review, thanks. Tell me what you think.
~Jester
Disclaimer: Alright, alright, so maybe there's a little bit of Davey Havok in here, but not meant to *be* Lord Havok. Alright? Just loosely based. I don't know the sexuality of Lord Havok nor do I really care. I just made this Davey gay...k? So don't assume my Lord is gay! Oh yeah, same disclaimers as before.
Chapter Four
~~Begin Chapter~~
"I need her..."
"Who is 'her'?" Davey asked slowly. Davey, though not ready to admit it fully, was developing a little "liking" to this man.
"Satine...she was my everything," Christian sobbed at the thought of her.
"Tell me about her," Davey said. Christian looked at Davey then nodded and began to tell Davey of the story of him and Satine, the Duke, Zidler, Toulouse and the Moulin Rouge.
By the end, Davey was in tears himself. "You should write a book about that."
"I did, but...Harold Zidler destroyed it."
"Why?"
"I don't know, he didn't want people to know, I guess. I thought that when I wrote it, I would have moved on, and put it away. But it still haunts me. It's haunted me forever, no one cares."
"I care."
"Thanks."
"So...you know Toulouse?"
"Yeah, I did know him, but we haven't talked since then..."
"Why?"
"Because of my life."
"How did you come about this life, anyway?"
"When I confided in Zidler, I don't know what happened, I was so drunk. When I woke up in a hangover I realized I had signed myself to him, I was a whore now."
"You don't have to be."
"I signed it."
"He probably forced you to, it shouldn't mean anything since you were influenced by alcohol."
"It does. But my life means nothing now. It was gone when Satine fell."
"You never moved on?"
"Never."
"That's why you're like this, you can't move on like this, living a life that Satine used to live. You can't move on when you still love her wholely."
"I can't get out of it now. It's too far."
"You can get out."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can," Davey said firmly. Christian didn't respond. Davey sighed and grabbed the book he had thrown away. Christian closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but the sniffling and headache he had, he couldn't sleep. Davey noticed how Christian kept shifting around. "Maybe you should sleep in the bed."
"No..." Christian moaned, his head felt like it was going to explode.
"Yes. You can sleep in the bedroom, it's much warmer, and much more comfortable than my paint-and-inked-stained couch. The bedroom is actually quite clean. Come on," Davey lifted Christian up. Christian was too tired and weak to protest. Davey put Christian under the warm sheets and added a few, "You can sleep here for the night. If you're still feeling sick tomorrow you can sleep here again. Until you feel better. I'll be in the living room."
Christian reached out a hand and grabbed Davey. "No...please don't go," he begged. "I don't want to be alone."
Davey sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't want to impose on Christian's...well his bed with Christian in it. He was afraid to, he didn't want Christian to feel like he was being used. Add to the fact that his true love died, he was vulnerable. Davey brushed a few long bangs from Christian's face, revealing Christian's pleading blue sorrow filled eyes. "I'll stay here then. I'll be here all night."
Christian nodded and closed his eyes, letting his head sink into the off-white, soft pillow. Christian hadn't let go of Davey's hand, Davey let his fingers entwine in Christian's. After a while, Christian had a steady breathing rythm, he was sleep. Davey looked out the window, it was late indeed, he blew out the candle he kept lit next to his bed and crawled in bed, holding Christian, not realizing what he was doing, but just getting into a more comfortable position before he fell asleep, his head in the nook of Christian's head.
~~End Chapter~~
Wow, that's short wasn't it? Haha, okay, I'll continue shortly, don't worry. Please review, thanks. Tell me what you think.
~Jester