19 - All we are we are

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[It has been quite some time since Reinette brought herself to the Plane. If one looked closely enough, the especially pale almost translucent coloring to her skin might suggest as to why. But only, really, if one looked.

Her hair is down, and she is dutifully brushing it as she critically considers her reflection within the mirror of her vanity. An intricately carved box sits on one side, holding her most valued jewelry. And on the other side rests a music box, and a small collection of cosmetics]

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She is merely curious now, Mostly]

The master spoke of violent angels, one of them bearing my likeness. He claimed to have beheaded her.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I - no, it's the first I heard of it. I heard about these angels, but didn't know there was one walking around looking like you.

[pause]

Beheaded, really? Well, I'm sure he enjoyed sharing that with you, didn't he?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her mouth quirks upward, it is not quite a smile]

Of course he did.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Typical, really. We're just very lucky he didn't decide to keep anything as a souvenir.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

You know, I did not think to ask?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Not sure whether asking would be a good idea or a bad one. Would you really - well, you might, just to know.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

He will tell me eventually. Or show me. Even if I do not ask.

[she smiles briefly]

It is his way.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[lifts his eyebrows, making a face]

Sure he will.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[an eyebrow arches, and she turns back to look at him through the mirror]

You disagree?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No, couldn't agree more really. He has a tendency to do that, show you or tell you whether you want him to or not.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she had her own opinions on the matter, though Reinette chose to keep them to herself. Instead she reached for her brush and began to run it through her hair. Slightly disheveled and tangled -- it was not what she was accustomed to]

Have you giver any more thought to my request?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[picks up a bottle of perfume and sprays it absently and then puts it down, fanning the air]

Which request was that?

[he totally knows]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her mouth tilts upward briefly as he tests the perfume]

You know.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[looks around a little awkward then sniffs the air]

What sort of perfume is that? It's a bit strong, isn't it?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I am not precisely sure. It never appealed to me and so I hardly wear it. It was another gift from Louis, however. And it pleases him to see it amongst my things.

[she answered your question -- a glance says. Now answer hers]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Good old Louis.

[looks around]

Honestly? I have and [pauses] and I don't know. It's...[fidgets and picks up another item on her vanity]...I'm not as good at this as you are, apparently. I don't know.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she smiles, remembering]

He is not so old as that.

[and then her expression softens]

You imply ease where there is none. I work hard for anything I might have.

But you should know. You should be certain. And as I said before, you are allowed to say no.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[smiles] No I suppose he's not.

[and more serious and maybe more honest than he usually is] I'm - well I'm sorry I'm not so readily able to do this for you. I don't know if that's any consolation, but, well... if I was up for something like that, I would trust it to you.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She does a fine job of hiding her disappointment. She is an actress after all]

Truly, it is fine. As I said it would be.