We Dance In Misery
Disclaimer: Ditto the last one.
Chapter Twelve
Begin Chapter
The sun rose over the beautifully frosted city of Paris, making it glisten like silver, producing a beautiful sight to anyone who witnessed it. The merry couple sitting upon the the apartment building roof did witness it and were awed at the majesty of it. Somewhere beyond the Montmarte limits they heard the faint toll of Church bells, only adding to the beauty of the morning. The peaceful, wonderful morning.
Christian sighed and leaned back on the roof, a smile on his lips. "I haven't watched the sunrise for a long time."
"I've never watched it rise," Davey said as he too leaned back as Christian did. "I've never witnessed the beauty of the City of Love from this point of view."
"It's wonderful isn't it?" Christian said. Davey nodded as he watched two birds, what kind he could not tell, fly over head, one following the other, as if playing tag.
"It makes me want to paint, paint it all onto a canvas," Davey said. "It makes me want to sing as well."
"You have the voice for it," Christian said.
"Sing with me," Davey said, turning to Christian.
"What song?"
"You choose."
"Well..." Christian thought of singing 'Come What May', but that song was far too special. True, he loved Davey as much as Satine, but 'Come What May' was the song for Satine and himself only. "I think we should come up with a song."
"Come up with a song?"
"Yeah, a song, just for us."
Davey embraced Christian in a hug, "That's a great idea!"
Davey took out a notepad and pencil he always carried around with him and opened to the next blank page, which was near the end. He looked up to Christian, "Where shall we start?"
Christian grinned and starting to throw out words off the top of his head. Feelings he had, and he told Davey to do the same. By the noon time, they had constructed a song that had meaning to the both of them, and also the beginnings of a tune.
Their song was written thus:
"I can feel you waiting for me when the sun retreats to the hills and I,
beneath the blanket of a burning sky, wrap myself within.
Embraced by dead leaves as the rain leaves trails of black down my face,
I creep through the twilight to that
hidden place beyond the lonely. I'll meet you
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
I can feel you dreaming of me and the time when our steps are retraced
and I creep through the twilight to that hidden place,
beyond the lonely, I'll meet you.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
I can feel you dreaming of me, I can feel you dreaming
I can feel you dreaming of me, feeling you dream, feeling you dream
I can feel you dreaming of me, I can feel you dreaming, feeling you dream
Beneath a dream, Lost in a dream
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us!"(1)
"I like it," Christian smiled and hugged Davey close to him.
"I do too," Davey smiled, proud of the work that he and Christian did. "I really like it."
Christian nodded and rested his head on Davey's shoulder as he looked out across the sunlit roofs of Paris and Montmarte. He sighed, "This is the perfect life..."
Else where
Four figures sat in the corner of the Bar Absinthe, far away from the crowd and windows, in the dark, waiting for someone. They each had a glass of Absinthe in front of them, though none has touched their drink.
A fifth person joined them at the small booth, taking a chair from another table and setting it at the end of the table booth. It was Reno.
"You're willing to do this, you realize that if you're caught, you can't blame me right?" Reno said.
The four figures looked at each other and then back at Reno and nodded.
"Good, so don't get caught," Reno said. "Now, I will be there every few days, once or twice staying for a while to see how you're working. If Zidler doesn't like it, you're all out, you hear?"
"Shut up, American, we know what to do. We're professionals," one figure, a medium sized one said. He glared at Reno from under his wide-brimmed hat, black bangs in front of his dark eyes that stood out against his pale face. "We do expect a high pay since you are not gutted enough to do this yourself."
"Of course you'll have a high pay, my French friend. You speak to one of the more wealthy men of America," Reno sat up straight, looking more dumb than regal. "I will give you each the amount I said."
"We have something planned, something that will take more than just the few hundreds you've promised," he said. "We want a thousand, each. From what you say, you should be able to give as much without unease."
"Now, listen, I have money, but not so much!" Reno defended. "In order to give you that much, I would have to go back to America and get it. I'll give you seven hundred though, each. I can afford that."
"How about you give those two," the figure pointed to the men opposite of him, "the five hundred each, and give us," he gestured to his large comrade next to him, "a thousand each, for we will be doing what we have planned."
"Eight hundred and fifty and I'll be able to!" Reno said.
"Nine hundred."
"I can't go so much."
"Nine hundred."
"Listen, how many times do I have to say? I need my own money for living purposes too," Reno said.
Reno gagged as the man pulled him close, holding a knife to Reno's throat. "Nine hundred, or we'll do everything we have planned on you. I don't think you're even man enough to witness what we have in store."
"Alright, alright! Nine hundred, for each of you two," Reno agreed. The man glared at him a while and pushed him back, causing him to fall back over his chair. The four figures laughed as they got up and left.
"Stupid Americans," they mumbled and made their way through the crowd.
Christian and Davey's garret
Jade rapped lightly on the door to his friends' apartment. He shifted slightly from foot to foot, looking around nervously, a saddened look in his eye. He knocked again, a bit louder, hoping he was heard by his friends. Finally, just as he was about to knock again, the door was answered. He was greeted with a very frustrated looking Davey with a towel around his waist and wet hair that clung to his face.
"This better be damned important!" Davey said clearly showing that he wasn't too happy about being interrupted.
"Sorry, Dave," Jade said. "But I have some bad news..."
"What?" Davey's expression went from angry to concerned in less than a second. "What happened? Is Lena alright? What's wrong? Is it about Hunter or Adam??"
"Calm down, it's not about Hunter or Adam, Lena is just fine, but emotionally distressed about it," Jade said. "Where's Christian? He might want to know this too."
"Christian, will you come here, for a moment?" Davey called. Christian walked in with a towel around his waist as well and wet hair also.
"What is it?" he asked seeing the saddened look on Jade's face and rather angsty look on Davey's. "What's going on?"
"Christian, you knew Toulouse LauTrec, right?" Jade asked. Christian nodded, already getting a bad feeling in his stomach. "Well, Lena received word from Satie, very recently, that Toulouse died, he was at his estate in Toulouse, in his mother's care. She was always over recently checking up on him and he couldn't stand it much and kept drinking, even though he tried to be sober upon her visits."
"T-Toulouse..." Christian's eyes were wide and he collapsed in a near by chair. Davey was at his side immediately, just as distressed about Toulouse's death, though never personally knowing him, Davey was inspired by him.
"Christian, I'm so sorry," Davey said and gave him a comforting hug. Christian choked on a sob.
"I'm sorry that I had to tell you, Christian," Jade said. "Just thought you should know."
"When did you find out?" Christian asked, wrapping his arms around Davey's waist, a tear falling down his cheek.
"Just today," Jade said. "Lena's just broken up about it too. She's at home, crying."
"You should go comfort her," Christian suggested. "We were all quite close..."
Jade nodded. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Christian said. Jade looked at Davey, Davey nodded, showing he'd take care of Christian. Jade nodded back and left, closing the door lightly. "I can't believe it..."
"I know, the death of a good friend is hard to accept..."
Christian nodded. "I don't want anyone else to die..."
"Death happens, Christian," Davey explained. "Sometimes it can't be helped, and sometimes it's unfair, but it happens. Don't worry, I'm here for you though."
"Thank you, Davey," Christian sobbed as Davey moved beneath him to hold him. Christian and Davey stayed like that for the better part of the night, in silence and grievance of a dear friend. The death of a great friend and inspiration is something hard to accept, and the misery seems to last forever. Both only wished that the misery would not last long, and they wished that more misery would not fall upon them. If only God heard their silent prayers...
End Chapter
Well, there's twelve! It took me a while! I was getting writer's block! But I know where to go now! w00t! Hope to get more to you!
Jester
Disclaimer: Ditto the last one.
Chapter Twelve
Begin Chapter
The sun rose over the beautifully frosted city of Paris, making it glisten like silver, producing a beautiful sight to anyone who witnessed it. The merry couple sitting upon the the apartment building roof did witness it and were awed at the majesty of it. Somewhere beyond the Montmarte limits they heard the faint toll of Church bells, only adding to the beauty of the morning. The peaceful, wonderful morning.
Christian sighed and leaned back on the roof, a smile on his lips. "I haven't watched the sunrise for a long time."
"I've never watched it rise," Davey said as he too leaned back as Christian did. "I've never witnessed the beauty of the City of Love from this point of view."
"It's wonderful isn't it?" Christian said. Davey nodded as he watched two birds, what kind he could not tell, fly over head, one following the other, as if playing tag.
"It makes me want to paint, paint it all onto a canvas," Davey said. "It makes me want to sing as well."
"You have the voice for it," Christian said.
"Sing with me," Davey said, turning to Christian.
"What song?"
"You choose."
"Well..." Christian thought of singing 'Come What May', but that song was far too special. True, he loved Davey as much as Satine, but 'Come What May' was the song for Satine and himself only. "I think we should come up with a song."
"Come up with a song?"
"Yeah, a song, just for us."
Davey embraced Christian in a hug, "That's a great idea!"
Davey took out a notepad and pencil he always carried around with him and opened to the next blank page, which was near the end. He looked up to Christian, "Where shall we start?"
Christian grinned and starting to throw out words off the top of his head. Feelings he had, and he told Davey to do the same. By the noon time, they had constructed a song that had meaning to the both of them, and also the beginnings of a tune.
Their song was written thus:
"I can feel you waiting for me when the sun retreats to the hills and I,
beneath the blanket of a burning sky, wrap myself within.
Embraced by dead leaves as the rain leaves trails of black down my face,
I creep through the twilight to that
hidden place beyond the lonely. I'll meet you
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
I can feel you dreaming of me and the time when our steps are retraced
and I creep through the twilight to that hidden place,
beyond the lonely, I'll meet you.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
I can feel you dreaming of me, I can feel you dreaming
I can feel you dreaming of me, feeling you dream, feeling you dream
I can feel you dreaming of me, I can feel you dreaming, feeling you dream
Beneath a dream, Lost in a dream
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers when no one's around.
Nothing can stop us now.
Tonight in the whispers where we won't be found.
Nothing can stop us!"(1)
"I like it," Christian smiled and hugged Davey close to him.
"I do too," Davey smiled, proud of the work that he and Christian did. "I really like it."
Christian nodded and rested his head on Davey's shoulder as he looked out across the sunlit roofs of Paris and Montmarte. He sighed, "This is the perfect life..."
Else where
Four figures sat in the corner of the Bar Absinthe, far away from the crowd and windows, in the dark, waiting for someone. They each had a glass of Absinthe in front of them, though none has touched their drink.
A fifth person joined them at the small booth, taking a chair from another table and setting it at the end of the table booth. It was Reno.
"You're willing to do this, you realize that if you're caught, you can't blame me right?" Reno said.
The four figures looked at each other and then back at Reno and nodded.
"Good, so don't get caught," Reno said. "Now, I will be there every few days, once or twice staying for a while to see how you're working. If Zidler doesn't like it, you're all out, you hear?"
"Shut up, American, we know what to do. We're professionals," one figure, a medium sized one said. He glared at Reno from under his wide-brimmed hat, black bangs in front of his dark eyes that stood out against his pale face. "We do expect a high pay since you are not gutted enough to do this yourself."
"Of course you'll have a high pay, my French friend. You speak to one of the more wealthy men of America," Reno sat up straight, looking more dumb than regal. "I will give you each the amount I said."
"We have something planned, something that will take more than just the few hundreds you've promised," he said. "We want a thousand, each. From what you say, you should be able to give as much without unease."
"Now, listen, I have money, but not so much!" Reno defended. "In order to give you that much, I would have to go back to America and get it. I'll give you seven hundred though, each. I can afford that."
"How about you give those two," the figure pointed to the men opposite of him, "the five hundred each, and give us," he gestured to his large comrade next to him, "a thousand each, for we will be doing what we have planned."
"Eight hundred and fifty and I'll be able to!" Reno said.
"Nine hundred."
"I can't go so much."
"Nine hundred."
"Listen, how many times do I have to say? I need my own money for living purposes too," Reno said.
Reno gagged as the man pulled him close, holding a knife to Reno's throat. "Nine hundred, or we'll do everything we have planned on you. I don't think you're even man enough to witness what we have in store."
"Alright, alright! Nine hundred, for each of you two," Reno agreed. The man glared at him a while and pushed him back, causing him to fall back over his chair. The four figures laughed as they got up and left.
"Stupid Americans," they mumbled and made their way through the crowd.
Christian and Davey's garret
Jade rapped lightly on the door to his friends' apartment. He shifted slightly from foot to foot, looking around nervously, a saddened look in his eye. He knocked again, a bit louder, hoping he was heard by his friends. Finally, just as he was about to knock again, the door was answered. He was greeted with a very frustrated looking Davey with a towel around his waist and wet hair that clung to his face.
"This better be damned important!" Davey said clearly showing that he wasn't too happy about being interrupted.
"Sorry, Dave," Jade said. "But I have some bad news..."
"What?" Davey's expression went from angry to concerned in less than a second. "What happened? Is Lena alright? What's wrong? Is it about Hunter or Adam??"
"Calm down, it's not about Hunter or Adam, Lena is just fine, but emotionally distressed about it," Jade said. "Where's Christian? He might want to know this too."
"Christian, will you come here, for a moment?" Davey called. Christian walked in with a towel around his waist as well and wet hair also.
"What is it?" he asked seeing the saddened look on Jade's face and rather angsty look on Davey's. "What's going on?"
"Christian, you knew Toulouse LauTrec, right?" Jade asked. Christian nodded, already getting a bad feeling in his stomach. "Well, Lena received word from Satie, very recently, that Toulouse died, he was at his estate in Toulouse, in his mother's care. She was always over recently checking up on him and he couldn't stand it much and kept drinking, even though he tried to be sober upon her visits."
"T-Toulouse..." Christian's eyes were wide and he collapsed in a near by chair. Davey was at his side immediately, just as distressed about Toulouse's death, though never personally knowing him, Davey was inspired by him.
"Christian, I'm so sorry," Davey said and gave him a comforting hug. Christian choked on a sob.
"I'm sorry that I had to tell you, Christian," Jade said. "Just thought you should know."
"When did you find out?" Christian asked, wrapping his arms around Davey's waist, a tear falling down his cheek.
"Just today," Jade said. "Lena's just broken up about it too. She's at home, crying."
"You should go comfort her," Christian suggested. "We were all quite close..."
Jade nodded. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Christian said. Jade looked at Davey, Davey nodded, showing he'd take care of Christian. Jade nodded back and left, closing the door lightly. "I can't believe it..."
"I know, the death of a good friend is hard to accept..."
Christian nodded. "I don't want anyone else to die..."
"Death happens, Christian," Davey explained. "Sometimes it can't be helped, and sometimes it's unfair, but it happens. Don't worry, I'm here for you though."
"Thank you, Davey," Christian sobbed as Davey moved beneath him to hold him. Christian and Davey stayed like that for the better part of the night, in silence and grievance of a dear friend. The death of a great friend and inspiration is something hard to accept, and the misery seems to last forever. Both only wished that the misery would not last long, and they wished that more misery would not fall upon them. If only God heard their silent prayers...
End Chapter
Well, there's twelve! It took me a while! I was getting writer's block! But I know where to go now! w00t! Hope to get more to you!
Jester