At his words Reinette faltered, her expression of confidence at the game they had quietly slipped into playing fading slightly. It had felt like silk against her skin. This was something else. More of Jack's modern clothes and strange fabrics.
They were genuine, his words. And she did not know quite what to do with them.
Reinette struggled to right herself, bringing her hands away from the window to hold between them.
"It is because I washed the ice cream away."
Jack had said she looked beautiful. What was unsaid was that he made her feel beautiful is a way Reinette once thought lost. She did not know if she had ever properly expressed that to him. She did not know if she was capable of it.
"I see," was what she managed in that sentiment's place, her gaze pointedly on Jack and not on the room. "And I am certain."
That said, Reinette moved from the window to open the closet door that rested against the next wall.
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Date: 2010-06-07 05:11 am (UTC)They were genuine, his words. And she did not know quite what to do with them.
Reinette struggled to right herself, bringing her hands away from the window to hold between them.
"It is because I washed the ice cream away."
Jack had said she looked beautiful. What was unsaid was that he made her feel beautiful is a way Reinette once thought lost. She did not know if she had ever properly expressed that to him. She did not know if she was capable of it.
"I see," was what she managed in that sentiment's place, her gaze pointedly on Jack and not on the room. "And I am certain."
That said, Reinette moved from the window to open the closet door that rested against the next wall.