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Satine ([info]softest_diamond) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-11 20:05:00

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Entry tags:christian, complete, day 10, satine

Day 10
♦Who: Satine and Christian
♦When: Afternoon, Day 10
♦What: Reunited and catching up on the (not necessarily so) good old days
♦Where: Satine's bedroom, B213
♦Rating: G for Disney style romance
♦Status: Complete


Satine had been shaking since the previous morning. Really, she hadn't been completely certain that it was possible to feel this many emotions at one time. In the pit of her stomach, since she knew this was the afterlife, she had known that Christian would be here. Severus and Michiru seemed to have indicated that much, much time had passed since she had passed in 1899. Still, to see him there, flesh and blood, to be able to touch him again...it had been remarkable and startling. Remarkably startling? She was giddy, she was nervous, and she was a little bit frightened. Really, she'd already made a bit of a tart of herself since arriving. How could she forgive herself? Then again, he knew her, knew that she loved him...didn't he? But he'd called her a whore. For the rest of the day, while listening to the thunder and the rain, Satine had battled inside her own head.

Today, however, was a different story. Despite being a jumble of emotions, she had slept well. Her dreams had been, instead of cluttered, beautiful and soothing, and she woke feeling refreshed. After a bath in the outlandishly luxurious bathroom, and a bit of pampering, she dressed herself and fixed her hair. She chose to wear the dress from Spectacular Spectacular, hoping that it would jog his memory a bit, but she did not bother with the jewelry. Instead, she selected simpler gems. For some reason she felt that she didn't have to sparkle as brightly outside for him as she did for the public. Taking a seat by the window, she gazed out at the storm. This was the part she hated. There wasn't much else to do but wait and see if Christian would respond to her rather frantic invite the day before.



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[info]softest_diamond
2008-09-27 01:24 pm UTC (link)
"Oh Christian," Satine sighed, smiling as she leaned into him. It was nice to have someone once more, to hold and be held. His kisses gave her goosebumps, and when he held her hand her heart raced. This was love. It wasn't that artificial feeling that she forced herself into for work, but this was the genuine, the real, the true thing. Indeed, this emotion was one of the best and most genuine that she had ever experienced.

Looking into his eyes, bowing her head slightly, the courtesan giggled shyly. "We still have separate rooms, though. That's the best way to have it, you know, or I'd never get anything done, and you'd never have time to write. Though maybe someday..." Her voice trailed off. She hoped that he caught her drift.

Please to have her love back by her side, Satine hung on his every word for the rest of the afternoon. Even if they spoke of absolutely nothing, it was good enough. There was Christian, there was love, and there was more significance in the absolutely nothings and the silences than she'd ever had in her entire life. This was how a day should be spent: in good company and good spirits.

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