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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine has a bracelet. It's about thirty years younger than she is, but (so is he) she can't stop admiring it.

You should admire it too.

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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"See? You're halfway to fitting right in. Toulouse will love you: I hear he's looking for a rugged Swiss goatherd."

She cocks an eyebrow, and picks up another strawberry. "Truth?"

She bites the tip off the red berry.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

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"I believe in truth." Blink. "Speaking of which, do you really think I resemble a rugged Swiss goatherd?"

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She shrugs airily. Innocently. "A good deal of it depends on the makeup. There is something a bit rugged about you, though, New Yorker that you are." The end of the strawberry vanishes.

"And now for the final hurdle. Do you, Jack Driscoll, three-quarters of the way to qualifying entirely, believe with all your heart, all your soul, and all your being, above all other things, in love?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I can't do a Sweedish accent," he admits.

And it's very lucky that the strawberry vanishes, because to answer that question properly, Jack must do this: gently turn Satine's face in his direction, lean in closer, and give her a kiss on the lips.

"Yes," he says, pulling away from her slightly.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Her eyes close; she leans into him; it's just like in that movie they saw.

When they pull away, she looks startled, almost shaken. There are a few long moments of staring into his face before she manages to speak.

"Well," she says, and it's an unfeigned whisper, "perhaps you're less bourgeois than you think."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," he says, staring into her eyes. A soft smile plays at his lips.

It's one of those moments where no one else is in the room but them. At least perceptually.