Christian was the definition of dotting and loving the man had a heart of gold a trait he had inherited from his mother although he could be a little naive at times. Who could blame him? He lived by the ideals: beauty, truth, and love– but this ideal doesn’t translate well into money.

Yet he didn’t care for traditional values of monetary gain, and preferred to live as a member of the Bohemian movement. Although Toulouse seemed to enjoy partying and drinking a lot more then Christian did he still enjoyed having fun from time to time.

Although his heart was in work in writing and a special someone he had met in the Moulin Rouge. The most beautiful and intelligent woman he had ever met that he was able to swoon with his love songs. It was early in the morning and the two were basking in the afterglow of their passion he was laying in bed while she had gotten to make tea sitting on the windowsill a white sheet covering her shoulders.

The morning sun making her look almost ethereal making him smile from the bed slowly climbing out to wrap his arms around her pressing the softest kiss against her forehead.

“Morning beautiful”

He whispers holding her body firmly against his own a boyish grin plastered on his face