Dancing Lessons

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[At last, her Christmas gift from beneath the tree on the Plane is to be put to use.

At Reinette's feet, quite nearby rests a small, sparkling object. A glass dome that protects the delicate workings of the music box within. It is a complicated masterpiece, one capable of playing several independent musical interludes.

It is also?

Made entirely of parts from the Clockwork Men.

At the moment the music heard is a waltz]

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[madamemoiselle]

{Wanders closer, looking at the dome with an amazed expression}

Ah...It's really beautiful. It's a music box, right?

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

[standing at a polite distance and listening contentedly, hands clasped behind his back]

That's really beautiful. The melody.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[is drawn over by both Reinette's presence and the music, crouching low to study the music box, curious]

This is quite advanced, child. Is it yours?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, studying the music box at her feet.]

Oh that's...the craftsmanship there... [looks at Reinette, curious]...where did this come from?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla gravitates towards the music and the beautiful woman like, well, like a vampire gravitates towards blood.]

Are you a princess?

[She adores beautiful things. Catching and keeping them. Observing them. Breaking them so nobody else can ever appreciate how truly special they are...]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[if Reinette were any other woman, she might have laughed aloud. But she can only be herself, even if a warm humor has elevated the color on her cheeks]

No, I am not a princess.

[and to be polite]

Are you?

OOC:zomg this post was so Dru I just about squeed all over myself! Bows to you.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she does not like standing over the TARDIS, and it seems to form a disconnect in her mind between what should be? And is]

It is mine. It was my gift from under the tree. It is made from the parts of the Clockwork Men, I think. I am not entirely sure what to think of the sentiment behind the gift, but I do not find it unappealing.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she smiles lightly at the stranger]

I find we are in agreement.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her chin lifts lightly in greeting, then a smile]

It is. It was my Christmas gift, it seems.

[madamemoiselle]

From the Twins or someone at home?

{She crouches down next to it took look at it more closely}

Either way, it's really wonderful. You're lucky~

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she merely watches him, watching it]

From beneath the tree, by way of the Twins I suppose. I believe that before that, it was once a Clockwork Man.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The Clockwork Men. These are the machines that were chasing you, correct? The Doctor told me somewhat of them. [glances at Reinette] Is the tune specific? I do not recognise it.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

That do chase me, yes. Though their appearances have decreased greatly, they still manage to make their presence known.

[she takes in the melody]

It is not anything I recognize either. A waltz, that is all I can decipher.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do you require protection? Do you require assistance? If they mean to bring you harm, I will stop them. I will let nothing harm what belongs to me.

[her expression, though severe, softens slightly]

The Doctor, in his Seventh, often played waltzes. I find them pleasing.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Truthfully?

[there is a quiet moment, with only the music playing]

I cannot imagine my life without them now, the Monsters.

[but then she smiles]

It is a lovely musical form, an accompanying dance. I waltzed with the Doctor once, in France. Though you most likely know this.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are willing to live with the danger they pose? [smiles gently] Perhaps you are better suited for a life like ours than not.

[tilts her head] He spoke of such a thing, yes, though I have no personal knowledge. He once danced with me, as well, though I am unaccustomed to such maneuvering.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I am willing to admit that by entering my life they have altered it irrevocably, and I cannot now picture my world otherwise. Without them, after all. I would not know you. Or him.

[she smiles, and extends a hand]

Would you like to dance now? I cannot take you traveling, but I can offer this.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose you would not. And even without yet knowing you properly, as I am certain my future self does, I cannot imagine not having you.

[blinks, uncertain, but takes her hand tentatively]

I think I would like to dance with you, child.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is silent again, for a moment. Reinette never considered what the TARDIS might not know of her. After all, she first witnessed the other through the Doctor's own memories. They were unbalanced]

What question could I answer, so that you might know me more?

[Reinette takes the position of lead, something she has not done since her youth, first practicing dancing with friends in their shared lessons]

Are you familiar with the steps of the waltz?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[considers, then]

I do not know. You are here, and it is this you I have come to know. Is there any reason for me to know beyond this? No amount of ancillary knowledge will make me love you more or less. You are simply Reinette. You are all ready mine.

[follows her lead, drawing up what knowledge she has of waltzes and technique]

I am, yes. I will be able to follow.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. But I can't find my crown at the moment. They're trying to make me wear thorns instead.

[She moves a little closer to Reinette.]

Thorns aren't as pretty, not even when they're red. They don't sparkle properly.

OOC: I just couldn't resist. Poor Reinette...

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

People often attempt to force us into that which we do not wish to do.

[and because it is this place, which everything is so far from France, Reinette curtsies to the stranger]

But thorns are beautiful, I think, for the bloom that they support.

OOC:The minute this appeared in my inbox, my mind flashed to Dru's doll collection. If there ever was a type....lol.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[as ever, there are few people that Reinette would allow to speak of her in such a way. The TARDIS is one of them. Indeed the note of possession is something she herself understands]

You must feel the music, not merely hear it.

When I explained this to the Doctor, I suggested that he listen to our hearts. They suggested a natural waltz themselves. 1-2, 3. 1-2, 3.

[softly she begins to guide them to the melody]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stops looking at the music box and looks at Reinette, concerned.]

Are they - is that any better now?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[it's such a good thing Reinette and the TARDIS think alike, otherwise there could be some issues here]

Feel the music? I can sense it resonate through the air. I can feel how it thrums with each measured beat. It is mathematical; it is logical. [follows Reinette's lead, her movements smooth, but uncertain] I can feel it, I believe. Is this what you meant?