For a moment Reinette stared at the offered hand. That was the second time in mere moments this man had caught her off guard, whittling away at the upper hand her language and her home offered her. For all accounts it might have been happenstance, mere accidents he stumbled into. But something in his gaze made her think not.
Truthfully, he could not have known how his action might effect her. But it was a casual interaction rarely seen in Versailles. And oddly intimate as well. Hand to hand, skin to skin. It was the sort of touch one grew to both suspect and leverage.
But there it was, in his expression. The accompanying voice. Something in it whispered threw her, waking up memories and thoughts that were not entirely her own. Through the years she had come to understand why. But that still made it no less disconcerting.
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Date: 2009-11-26 02:55 pm (UTC)Truthfully, he could not have known how his action might effect her. But it was a casual interaction rarely seen in Versailles. And oddly intimate as well. Hand to hand, skin to skin. It was the sort of touch one grew to both suspect and leverage.
But there it was, in his expression. The accompanying voice. Something in it whispered threw her, waking up memories and thoughts that were not entirely her own. Through the years she had come to understand why. But that still made it no less disconcerting.
Reinette slipped her hand into his own.
"Captain Harkness."