Moulin Rouge AU || Fallow and Charlie
How difficult was it to get someone removed from the room? To be quite honest, Charlize was about five seconds away from getting the champagne and using it as a bat to knock Fallow off the balcony and into the courtyard.
But that would be a rather childish way of dealing with the situation and this was, after all, a place of business and required a professional way of handling thing â regardless of how unprofessional things currently were. So, once again finding herself having to take the initiative the Emerald Siren grabbed the Duke of Monroth by the scarf, yanked him forwards while simultaneously collapsing on the bed beneath him and proceeding to go through the motions her profession demanded.
Everything she said was intended to distract the Duke, and although there was definitely a tone of lust and desperation in her voice Charlizeâs expression did not reflect it and instead she was nodding and motioning for Fallow to climb up to the top of the elephant though upon realizing that considering her current position he wouldnât get the message Charlize sat up, pushed the Duke away and said âWe shouldnât do this.â And now she just sounded positively terrified âNot tonight anyway. No â no, no.â
The Duke had begun to question what she was saying, obviously confused by her behavior and it was only Charlizeâs quick thinking that kept him from further investigating the matter âNo! You must go, we mustnât do this now! There is a power in you Duke that frightens me.â What was that?!
Nevertheless, the Duke was promptly pushed towards the door, his coat being thrown out to him (though Charlize had neglected to retrieve his hat) and then slamming the gilded door in his face, turning to lean against it with a sigh of relief. The Emerald Siren stayed there for a moment to collect her sanity before green eyes flew open and she singled in on Fallow.
âYou. Do you have any idea what you could have done if you had been seen?!â
She was nearly nose-to-nose with him, and pointing a threatening finger at him before â oh no. A familiar wave of dizziness overcame her, and with little more than a faint âOhâŠâ Charlize, for the second time that night, found herself collapsing.
Fallow had found the time to duck back behind the curtain while Charlize ushered the Duke out the door. Clever, clever, beautiful woman. The second he heard the door close, he relaxed, stepped out from the velvet that shielded him from the frighteningly powerful man mere seconds ago.Â
He found himself faced with a far more fearsome creature. Charlize's rage seemed to burn brighter than a thousand suns. He would have let the Duke's man shoot pummel him if only to escape the Siren's rage for a moment.Â
A part of Fallow's mind swelled with pride at the idea that perhaps it hadn't been his presence in the room that had possessed Charlize to refuse the Duke that night, but rather that his impromptu song had perhaps inspired her to think of the significance of love.Â
"I --" He had only begun his defense when Charlize wavered in front of him and he blanched, reaching out to catch her, pulling her close (he'd claim it was only to be sure she didn't slip out from under him and hit her head; he would refuse to believe he had a schoolgirl crush on a woman so clearly out of his league).Â
"Charlize...? Miss Charlize?" He shifted his weight in an attempt to move her towards the bed and lay her down to rest. The shuffling was awkward and the songwriter blushed at the near comfortable closeness, jumping in shock when the door opened to reveal a rather flabbergasted Duke. "What is the meaning of this?" His voice was sharp, demanding, and Fallow reconsidered the Siren's rage if only for a moment.Â
