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Satine (softest_diamond) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-13 13:53:00

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arrival, complete, day 7, pheromones, satine, severus snape

Day Seven
Who? Satine and Severus Snape
Where? Hot springs area
When? Sunrise
What? Satine's arrival and pheromone trouble
Rating? NC-17 for unbridled passion
Status: Complete

It seemed that death was always a sudden and unwelcome visitor. Spectacular, Spectacular! had not gone swimmingly. A whole mess had been happening for quite a few days, and Satine's soul was weary. Worse than her soul, however, was the condition of her body. Consumption was by no means a kind disease; it was a plague of the poor. Though she was successful and well loved, Satine did not have money, nor did she have time. From the moment she'd found out that she was ill, she knew that she was dying - and fast. Still, this was her chance to be a real actress instead of just a courtesan. It was her chance to fulfill her dream and maybe, just maybe, she'd get to leave the Moulin Rouge for a short time. Over the course of the past few weeks, however, her world had crumbled around her. She'd found Christian, loved him, lost him. She'd been forced into the arms of The Duke, loved him in a different way, and lost everything. She was tired, she was alone, and that performance was all she had left. It was the sunset of her life. Though Christian had returned to her, and they had reconciled, the damage was already done and she was condemned to an early end.

His hands were so warm as she laid there in his arms, a stark contrast to the gradual freeze moving over her body. "I'm cold, Christian," she mumbled, though lack of breath prevented her words from getting very far. "I'm so cold." Holding onto him would not help her now. Where she was going, it was necessary that she go alone. Born into nothing, she was leaving nothing behind. But no, it was not nothing. It was a love that had given her life meaning. As she watched Christian, she trembled, too weak to try to comfort him. He was saying words, but she heard them as if she were under water. He sounded so far away. It was at that moment that she realized that this was the end. The curtain had almost completely fallen. Mustering her last few breaths, she looked at him tenderly, fighting to send forth her last will.

"Tell our story Christian...that way I'll...I'll always be...with you..."

Her eyes closed for the last time, and Satine, The Sparkling Diamond, became part of the world's history, or so she thought. It seemed that a lonely planet cared for the flickering starlight that was Satine's life.

Sensation slowly entered her body, eradicating that chill blackness that had settled inside of her. She became aware of the soft sound of water, perhaps a few waves here and there. Heat of some sort flowed over her skin like a breath. There was soft grass around her, and smooth rock also, which was less than comfortable considering the amount of diamonds on her dress. As awareness flowed over her, Satine could not stand it anymore. She attempted to open her eyes and, indeed, they opened, revealing to her a place that was clearly not the Moulin Rouge, nor Paris, nor anywhere else she'd ever been nor heard about in tales. As humans are generally logical creatures, her brain began to work, assessing the situation. She had died of consumption. Of that, she was certain. This was a lush, beautiful land somewhere after death. This, then, was heaven, or perhaps the Elysian fields. She very much preferred the idea of Elysian fields to the idea of becoming an angel who sat on a cloud and never got to truly perform, only sing hymns of praise.

Sitting up, slowly, as not to hurt herself or get any nasty shocks, she raised a hand to delicately rub her eyes. She was still dressed in full stage garb, diamond headdress sparkling in the rising sun. "Where am I?" she whispered, putting a hand to her throat. "And what do I do now?"

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severelyseverus
2008-07-13 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Severus Snape was really not at all sure what to make of his new surroundings. Plucked from a tortured existence wherein he was condemned by fate and honour to place himself in great danger, he found himself now in a sort of paradise where all his needs were met, and all his desires filled. Well, almost. He still had to negotiate socially as usual with free-willed fellow inhabitants. Still, there wasn't much wrong with this... Mirage. If he didn't know better, he might think he had been slain instantly by the Dark Lord, and conveyed bodily to Paradise. It was just that he was sure he would have remembered something as dramatic as that. No, all he remembered was waking up yesterday in a mountain meadow overlooking this place, being greeted by an odd young man, and being introduced to his new life by means of a plaque and a room key.

The room had been nice: dark woods, dark velvets, high windows. It had been cool, unlike the local environment, and Snape had found a laboratory en suite, lined with shelves and cabinets, filled with many of the ingredients he would have chosen were he to have filled them himself. Altogether most satisfactory. After 'settling himself in' he had discovered the dining hall. Though he had never been obsessed with the pleasures of food, it was pleasant to know that he had been brought to a place with the same level service he was accustomed to expect from the Hogwart's house-elves. All in all, he was enjoying his new situation immensely.

This morning, he had made the uncharacteristic decision to go for a walk for the simple pleasure of it. Practiced as he was at gathering herbs and other reagents for his potion-making, he knew the best times to venture forth. Today, for example, he knew that the morning would be the best time to walk. Besides, he was much less likely to be disturbed at that time. Though he had not met up with any of his fellow lodgers, several of them looked distinctly unpleasant.

Making his way out of the ranch in the earliest light of dawn, he made his way back the way he had came. Perhaps if he revisited the area he had appeared in, he might find some clue as to the means of his arrival. He strode comfortably in his black robes, breathing deeply in the crisp air. There was an odd scent on the breeze today, and he could not place it. It reminded him of jasmine, but also of rose, gardenia, and ylang ylang. Those were not flowers that customarily grew or blossomed together, so the perfume must be artificial. Snape hoped it was not a feature of the resort.

As he clambered over the dry rocky ground, his eye caught the glint of something sparkling in the light of the rising sun. What could it be? As he came closer, it became quite evident that there was not one sparkle, but many, and that together they covered a young woman who was just now sitting up several feet from him. She looked rather bewildered. Perhaps a new arrival? Well, he supposed it fell to him to fill her in.

"Hello. Lost, are we?"

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softest_diamond
2008-07-13 10:53 pm UTC (link)

So bewildered by her new surroundings, Satine hadn't even heard the man approaching. That was strange for her, a usually keen observer, to miss something like that. When she heard his voice, her head snapped up, those icy blue eyes of hers scanning him over before locking on his face. His appearance was perplexing. Why would someone in paradise be dressed in so much black? Then again, some would ask why she was dressed as a courtesan of the Far East.

Satine rose to her feet slowly, a little bit shaky still and unsure on her legs. She delicately brushed off her garments, making sure that there were no grass stains on what of the fabric she could see, and took a moment to rub some of her smeared mascara away. Her chest still felt a little tight, but it was nothing like her last few moments had been. Part of her supposed that not even death could remove such deeply rooted scars. Once she was certain that she looked presentable, she decided she could attempt to interact with him.

"Good..." she looked around, "morning. Um... Hello. Lost? Well, I am not quite sure about that. I mean, if you're lost you're in a place unknown to you, and you usually don't know how, exactly, you got there. I, at the moment, actually do know how I got there. You see, I was very ill, and I suppose that this is where people go after they...pass. But it seems that I am not quite certain, now that I am in fact here, where to go or what to do or what is expected of me. I mean, it's very difficult to plan a course of action without knowing someone's expectations."

She smiled faintly at the end of her rambling. It had been good, wordy, eloquent. As she was a stranger in a strange land, the thought had instantly occurred to her that she would have to work, very hard, once more to garner the adoration and affection of those that she encountered. It was not a welcome compulsion, but she would deal with it. A diamond never loses its sparkle.

Realizing how rude she must seem, she moved a little closer to him. The bells on the silver chain around her waist jingled ever so slightly as she moved. Offering a hand to the strange man, she bowed her head and curtsied a little. "My name is Satine. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, kind Sir."