The strange, reclusive impossible man that had entered her life some months before. One month, then two and still he remained. Reinette herself was the consummate echo, the departing footstep. Sometimes in small measure, day by day and interaction by interaction until the whole of a relationship was altered. Sometimes in the turn of a fireplace, the regret that throbbed in her veins coming far too late.
But this man? He remained.
He also watched her.
Louis came to know her in pieces, most markedly the ones he wished to see. That he found most attractive. It would be many years before he knew what was to be known. The Doctor? Was a man compelled to find that which he sought. Specific information for a specific journey.
But him.
When she felt his eyes on her? He was seeing everything. Every hair, every thought. The reason she took a step and the why she did not smile. He knew.
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The strange, reclusive impossible man that had entered her life some months before. One month, then two and still he remained. Reinette herself was the consummate echo, the departing footstep. Sometimes in small measure, day by day and interaction by interaction until the whole of a relationship was altered. Sometimes in the turn of a fireplace, the regret that throbbed in her veins coming far too late.
But this man? He remained.
He also watched her.
Louis came to know her in pieces, most markedly the ones he wished to see. That he found most attractive. It would be many years before he knew what was to be known. The Doctor? Was a man compelled to find that which he sought. Specific information for a specific journey.
But him.
When she felt his eyes on her? He was seeing everything. Every hair, every thought. The reason she took a step and the why she did not smile. He knew.
It was frustrating. Challenging.
Even seductive.
Reinette stopped some distance away.
"I did not think you one to hide."