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axesladewell, watched Cold Mountain last night (Jude/Nicole sex, mmm), got a B on my Civics test today, and wrote this yesterday. WARNING TO MR FANS BEFORE READING: If you have problems with mild necrophelia, turn away
Dead. His darling Saitne was dead in his arms. It coulnd't be real. This had to be some sick nightmare. Any moment now he'd wake up to see her beside him, soft red hair tangled around her face and brushing his lips, her soft mouth parted and just begging for a kiss. The corpse he was holding in his arms was just a figment of his imagination. Satine couldn't leave him. Not when he had just learned for sure that she loved him as deeply as he had her. It wasn't possible.
Even as he tried to convince himself of this, however, Christian knew deep down that it wasn't true. That it really was his true love's dead body in his arms. And as this relization washed over him again and again like the breaking of the waves, he sobbed and rocked her in his arms, wishing the motions and the words could bring her back.
Then, just as suddenly as she had collapsed, Christian's tears stopped. He sniffed, looking up at Harold and the others, who had stood by biting back their own tears as he broke down. He stood up, still holding Satine in his arms.
"Harold, I...I was wondering if you'd mind if I took Satine back to my place. I have some her clothes there. I don't think she should be-" he choked on the word,
"Buried in this, and I couldn't-"
"I understand Christian. My gosling wouldn't want anyone else doing it but you."
Christian tried ot smile, but he just ended up biting his lips against more tears. He held Satine close to his chest, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, and walked outside.
Ten minutes later, Christian was standing at the door of the garret, inching ever closer to breaking down again as Chocolat opened the door for him.
"If there's anything else I an do sir-"
"That will be all Chocolat, thank you"
Chocolat nodded and backed out. Christian walked into the room, trying to keep his eyes away from all the reminders of her. Perfume and makeup left over from 'rehearslas', little letters tahth ad passed hands in front of the Duke's hateful eyes, withered flower petals and so many other things that most would have tossed out or forgotten. He might have years down the road, because even more beautiful things would have replaced them. But now they would be all he had to remind him of his Diamond.
Choking out a sob, Christian gently laid Satine on the bed, then walked over to the small table that had served as her vanity, picking up a small jar and a cloth, then going back to the bed. He unscrweed the lid and dabbed the rag into the white creame, gently rubbing it over Satine's face. Slowly the blue paint and red blood came off, revealing a normal but none the less stunning beauty Christian cupped her face, gently kissing her slightly chilled lips.
"God Satine, how could you leave me like this? How could you ask me to go on without you, to tell the world our story? The wouldn't understand. The world knows nothing of our love. Those who know I am here besides our friends probably think I'm doing somethig immoral with you. They wouldn't believe if I told them I was dressing you for your funeral." The weight of the act hit Christian then, and he softly kissed Satine's cheek before sitting up. He carefully undid her dress, sliding it gently down her ches and waist, then hanging it up before going back to unlace her corset. They had alwyas laughed when he did it before, Satine teasing him about how long it took him to get it off. God, the world would be so empty without her smile, her voice, her laugh.
Christian shook his head. He had to stay strong. Satine wanted him to carry on, live his life, and as much as the thought pained him, he would have to try.
Her clothes off, Chrisitan got up and walked to the dresser, pulling out the drawer where he ahd put all the clothes she left, looking through them. Somehow nothing seemed fitting. Not that lacy black number she'd worn in her boudoir, not her red dress, not any of her Hind Courtesan costumes. Then what?
Suddenly the choice was obvious. Christian took the costume out and gently held Satine to his chest. He slid the corset over her head, lacing it. then he took the stocking, rolling htem up her legs, tenderly kissing the limbs as he went. He slid the hoes over her feet, then picked up the silver clip, tenderly doing her hair. He crossed back over to the vanity, picking up some jars and paintign her face just enough to make her look as she had that night. The, finally letting the tears slide down his face, Christian placed the top hat on her head and gently laid her down on the bed.
"Goodbye my Sparkling Diamond" he whispered, kissing her deeply and holding onto her until the morning and Harold took her away.
Dead. His darling Saitne was dead in his arms. It coulnd't be real. This had to be some sick nightmare. Any moment now he'd wake up to see her beside him, soft red hair tangled around her face and brushing his lips, her soft mouth parted and just begging for a kiss. The corpse he was holding in his arms was just a figment of his imagination. Satine couldn't leave him. Not when he had just learned for sure that she loved him as deeply as he had her. It wasn't possible.
Even as he tried to convince himself of this, however, Christian knew deep down that it wasn't true. That it really was his true love's dead body in his arms. And as this relization washed over him again and again like the breaking of the waves, he sobbed and rocked her in his arms, wishing the motions and the words could bring her back.
Then, just as suddenly as she had collapsed, Christian's tears stopped. He sniffed, looking up at Harold and the others, who had stood by biting back their own tears as he broke down. He stood up, still holding Satine in his arms.
"Harold, I...I was wondering if you'd mind if I took Satine back to my place. I have some her clothes there. I don't think she should be-" he choked on the word,
"Buried in this, and I couldn't-"
"I understand Christian. My gosling wouldn't want anyone else doing it but you."
Christian tried ot smile, but he just ended up biting his lips against more tears. He held Satine close to his chest, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, and walked outside.
Ten minutes later, Christian was standing at the door of the garret, inching ever closer to breaking down again as Chocolat opened the door for him.
"If there's anything else I an do sir-"
"That will be all Chocolat, thank you"
Chocolat nodded and backed out. Christian walked into the room, trying to keep his eyes away from all the reminders of her. Perfume and makeup left over from 'rehearslas', little letters tahth ad passed hands in front of the Duke's hateful eyes, withered flower petals and so many other things that most would have tossed out or forgotten. He might have years down the road, because even more beautiful things would have replaced them. But now they would be all he had to remind him of his Diamond.
Choking out a sob, Christian gently laid Satine on the bed, then walked over to the small table that had served as her vanity, picking up a small jar and a cloth, then going back to the bed. He unscrweed the lid and dabbed the rag into the white creame, gently rubbing it over Satine's face. Slowly the blue paint and red blood came off, revealing a normal but none the less stunning beauty Christian cupped her face, gently kissing her slightly chilled lips.
"God Satine, how could you leave me like this? How could you ask me to go on without you, to tell the world our story? The wouldn't understand. The world knows nothing of our love. Those who know I am here besides our friends probably think I'm doing somethig immoral with you. They wouldn't believe if I told them I was dressing you for your funeral." The weight of the act hit Christian then, and he softly kissed Satine's cheek before sitting up. He carefully undid her dress, sliding it gently down her ches and waist, then hanging it up before going back to unlace her corset. They had alwyas laughed when he did it before, Satine teasing him about how long it took him to get it off. God, the world would be so empty without her smile, her voice, her laugh.
Christian shook his head. He had to stay strong. Satine wanted him to carry on, live his life, and as much as the thought pained him, he would have to try.
Her clothes off, Chrisitan got up and walked to the dresser, pulling out the drawer where he ahd put all the clothes she left, looking through them. Somehow nothing seemed fitting. Not that lacy black number she'd worn in her boudoir, not her red dress, not any of her Hind Courtesan costumes. Then what?
Suddenly the choice was obvious. Christian took the costume out and gently held Satine to his chest. He slid the corset over her head, lacing it. then he took the stocking, rolling htem up her legs, tenderly kissing the limbs as he went. He slid the hoes over her feet, then picked up the silver clip, tenderly doing her hair. He crossed back over to the vanity, picking up some jars and paintign her face just enough to make her look as she had that night. The, finally letting the tears slide down his face, Christian placed the top hat on her head and gently laid her down on the bed.
"Goodbye my Sparkling Diamond" he whispered, kissing her deeply and holding onto her until the morning and Harold took her away.
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