"Have you lost your words," Reinette inquired in warm tones, risking enough to interject the suggestion of teasing between them. "Careful, else they might disappear behind this as he did. You do not seem the sort to be silent for five years."
She took several steps forward, joining him close to the mirror. Her voice echoed back at her as she spoke.
"When he first visited me, it was through the fireplace in my bedroom." Reinette was quite certain she had no intention of sharing this mere minutes before. How unlike her. "I was only seven years old, and could only see him through the flames where he stood on the other side. I convinced myself it was a dream."
Her fingers traced over the mirror.
"When he came again, several months later, he appeared in my bedroom. I was asleep. I awoke to an Angel in my bedroom battling men of clockwork what spoke in strange, hollow tones. He looked into my mind, though I did not understand it then. He smiled. He defeated them, with the most marvelous words."
Truly, she had not meant to share so much. It made her examine just how long she had held the memory close.
"Even monsters have nightmares Reinette."
She looked to Jack.
"My mother would not listen to such tales the next morning. But the time we next met I had convinced myself it was my imagination."
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Date: 2009-12-19 05:33 am (UTC)She took several steps forward, joining him close to the mirror. Her voice echoed back at her as she spoke.
"When he first visited me, it was through the fireplace in my bedroom." Reinette was quite certain she had no intention of sharing this mere minutes before. How unlike her. "I was only seven years old, and could only see him through the flames where he stood on the other side. I convinced myself it was a dream."
Her fingers traced over the mirror.
"When he came again, several months later, he appeared in my bedroom. I was asleep. I awoke to an Angel in my bedroom battling men of clockwork what spoke in strange, hollow tones. He looked into my mind, though I did not understand it then. He smiled. He defeated them, with the most marvelous words."
Truly, she had not meant to share so much. It made her examine just how long she had held the memory close.
"Even monsters have nightmares Reinette."
She looked to Jack.
"My mother would not listen to such tales the next morning. But the time we next met I had convinced myself it was my imagination."