The thought came quickly, and unbidden, as their names -- their titles were announced in a clear, carrying tone. As the dull, muted tones of the crown silenced to observe their entrance, Reinette was left to the clarity of her own thoughts. There was nothing left to distract.
She was glad, she thought, to still be here. With Jack. Traveling. Experiencing. Learning, and even still learning him. But there was something about tonight that was different. Because for the first time in the strange world that Jack called his own? He had given her the gift of fully being able to be herself. Oh, not just in the privacy of his home. But to the world in its entirety. She could experience it as herself.
They were all looking, Reinette knew. Each and every one. It was as it was before, and as it was now. They should have, she thought, something to see.
So much that Reinette? The woman that was so aware of position and positioning? Of her place and the near constant effort required to maintain it? The fierce competitor that hid her sharper edges beneath powder and silk?
Placed one hand skillfully over her chest -- the one that Jack had put his talents too -- and rested it over her heart before sinking into the deepest of curtsies at Jack's feet. One Louis could not find fault with.
Thank you, the gesture said.
But silently, of course. So she could not be taken to task for it.
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Date: 2010-07-16 04:49 am (UTC)The thought came quickly, and unbidden, as their names -- their titles were announced in a clear, carrying tone. As the dull, muted tones of the crown silenced to observe their entrance, Reinette was left to the clarity of her own thoughts. There was nothing left to distract.
She was glad, she thought, to still be here. With Jack. Traveling. Experiencing. Learning, and even still learning him. But there was something about tonight that was different. Because for the first time in the strange world that Jack called his own? He had given her the gift of fully being able to be herself. Oh, not just in the privacy of his home. But to the world in its entirety. She could experience it as herself.
They were all looking, Reinette knew. Each and every one. It was as it was before, and as it was now. They should have, she thought, something to see.
So much that Reinette? The woman that was so aware of position and positioning? Of her place and the near constant effort required to maintain it? The fierce competitor that hid her sharper edges beneath powder and silk?
Placed one hand skillfully over her chest -- the one that Jack had put his talents too -- and rested it over her heart before sinking into the deepest of curtsies at Jack's feet. One Louis could not find fault with.
Thank you, the gesture said.
But silently, of course. So she could not be taken to task for it.