Christian broke their bond, staring at her straight in the eye.
"What, what is it?"
Satine kept her head down, a beam obvious on her face. "Nothing, its nothing..." she covered planted her hand on her forehead. "It's just that you pressed on my ankle."
"Oh, is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all," Satine accused, cackles spilling from within.
"I just mean that I'm always dying to be with you, I've taken all your annoyance and frustration, carried you over two miles while walking, and I just get a complaint."
Satine settled back in the leather, her lips turned up sweetly. Her eyes looked faint and quiet.
"Are you tired?" Christian remained in his crouching position from before in front of her.
"No, I'm fine," she erupted with a satisfying sigh. "This train is just-"
"Shh..." Christian gently hushed her by placing a finger on her lips. He stood up, peeled off his jacket, and placed himself next to her. Almost instantly, her head gently rolled upon his shoulder and her eyes closed. He glanced down at the top of her head before laying an arm around her and setting his coat on the both of them, acting as a blanket. The last thing Christian remembered seeing before reclining into a deep sleep was the Eiffel Tower, in all her glory, elucidating against the velvet dark sky...
This is all I've written so far, I don't really have writers block, I have the rest of the story, I'm just trying to think of a way to tie everything together in various places...
Satine kept her head down, a beam obvious on her face. "Nothing, its nothing..." she covered planted her hand on her forehead. "It's just that you pressed on my ankle."
"Oh, is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all," Satine accused, cackles spilling from within.
"I just mean that I'm always dying to be with you, I've taken all your annoyance and frustration, carried you over two miles while walking, and I just get a complaint."
Satine settled back in the leather, her lips turned up sweetly. Her eyes looked faint and quiet.
"Are you tired?" Christian remained in his crouching position from before in front of her.
"No, I'm fine," she erupted with a satisfying sigh. "This train is just-"
"Shh..." Christian gently hushed her by placing a finger on her lips. He stood up, peeled off his jacket, and placed himself next to her. Almost instantly, her head gently rolled upon his shoulder and her eyes closed. He glanced down at the top of her head before laying an arm around her and setting his coat on the both of them, acting as a blanket. The last thing Christian remembered seeing before reclining into a deep sleep was the Eiffel Tower, in all her glory, elucidating against the velvet dark sky...
This is all I've written so far, I don't really have writers block, I have the rest of the story, I'm just trying to think of a way to tie everything together in various places...