Reinette surveyed the crush, her gaze flickering over the silk and satined throngs that made up the French court. They seemed to her to be comprised of parts, parts that rarely fit together in appealing ways. On occasion there was the line of an arm, or the arch of a neck that might captivate, but rarely did they connect into a fully realized whole that held her attention.
The few that did she counted as friend.
From the corner she caught the eye's of a friend, and with a nod for her escort she was sure she could hear his retort of laughter from across the room. She was sure Voltaire would present her with some cobbled together poetry the following day to mark the occasion. It was a mark of his own talent that it would not fail to captivate her. A pit the man lack any real social graces. And then, that addiction to gambling.
Then there was Louis. Even now she could feel her king's eyes working over them. He smiled, of course. Anything else would lead to speculation. He remained her dearest friend. Yet she still missed him. Reinette became aware of her fingers tracing over the lines of her stomacher. She forced the hand away.
Her eyes moved back to Jack's.
"Perhaps I shall. But it not a situation I am entirely unfamiliar with."
Like another evening, a mere six years before. It felt much further away. Reinette forced herself to smile, extended her hand in the heat that already washed through the overcrowded room.
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Date: 2009-12-03 03:25 am (UTC)The few that did she counted as friend.
From the corner she caught the eye's of a friend, and with a nod for her escort she was sure she could hear his retort of laughter from across the room. She was sure Voltaire would present her with some cobbled together poetry the following day to mark the occasion. It was a mark of his own talent that it would not fail to captivate her. A pit the man lack any real social graces. And then, that addiction to gambling.
Then there was Louis. Even now she could feel her king's eyes working over them. He smiled, of course. Anything else would lead to speculation. He remained her dearest friend. Yet she still missed him. Reinette became aware of her fingers tracing over the lines of her stomacher. She forced the hand away.
Her eyes moved back to Jack's.
"Perhaps I shall. But it not a situation I am entirely unfamiliar with."
Like another evening, a mere six years before. It felt much further away. Reinette forced herself to smile, extended her hand in the heat that already washed through the overcrowded room.