Jack ducked his head towards her, half bowing in an over the top gesture. He let out a brief laugh and started to move towards the door.
From just in the corner of his eye he noted her. He noted the way she carried herself and the way she moved. It seemed wholly difference in this gown, and this gown which made that which she'd been wearing before nothing short of a laughing stock. She looked, and was every inch, the woman she should be.
It struck him then, that phrase. The woman she should be.
Whatever that was or whatever it might be? She wore that now in the fabric that sat so elegantly on her frame.
Reaching the door, he opened it gently, and released Reinette's hand to step through and whisper to the elaborately dressed footman. He nodded, and gestured to another man, who held a trumped.
Jack took a step back.
"Madame," he said, "we have our entrance."
And ahead, the trumped sounded, and the man Jack had spoke to shouted out, announcing them as Madame de Pompadour and Captain Jack Harkness.
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Date: 2010-07-16 04:34 am (UTC)From just in the corner of his eye he noted her. He noted the way she carried herself and the way she moved. It seemed wholly difference in this gown, and this gown which made that which she'd been wearing before nothing short of a laughing stock. She looked, and was every inch, the woman she should be.
It struck him then, that phrase. The woman she should be.
Whatever that was or whatever it might be? She wore that now in the fabric that sat so elegantly on her frame.
Reaching the door, he opened it gently, and released Reinette's hand to step through and whisper to the elaborately dressed footman. He nodded, and gestured to another man, who held a trumped.
Jack took a step back.
"Madame," he said, "we have our entrance."
And ahead, the trumped sounded, and the man Jack had spoke to shouted out, announcing them as Madame de Pompadour and Captain Jack Harkness.
Exactly who they should be.