As much as he should have sought out Jean the first moment Jeanne had left, it wasn't easy for Louis to betray her trust. Had he not thought something wrong with the woman that held his heart, and always had, he might well have kept her secrets. Yet when her very answer to which was lies, and he had no doubt she had lied to him, was to use her body ( Read more... )

The last large event to be held within the TARDIS' walls had been the Christmas party, and Reinette could not help but think how far they had all come since then. It was more than merely San Francisco to London ( Read more... )

The side of the wall opposite the garden does not look quite like itself ( Read more... )

It was amazing how one could run about in breeches tight enough they split if you moved too fast and yet feel naked in public with one's hair shorn off to, for all intents and purposes, nothing. Yet it was how Louis felt, his hand occasionally moving to the nape of his neck, feeling the bare, tender skin there ( Read more... )

He stood before the mirror, staring at his own reflection. What stared back was an anachronism. Long hair, velvet jacket, a touch of powder still at his temple from the wig he'd just removed. The past. A tableau from the past trapped in modern times. Lost. Stolen from his own time by the demands of his heart and now, now he was wallowing in ( Read more... )

The trunk was suffocating him ( Read more... )

It was twilight. The clock in the room told Reinette as much, more than any light, or personal sense of time. The past several days had blurred together, but now that Thete was awake, and healing, she had little to do buck focus on the gaping whole that filled the TARDIS. She knew that she had struggled with her Doctor in human form, but now she ( Read more... )

The writing implements of the time were not desirable to his Majesty. The ink did not take to the paper, merely settling atop the smooth sheets that lacked the depth and feel of the linen he was accustomed to. Yet his writing was still the same, large, flowing script that was as much art as communication ( Read more... )

There were few times in Louis' life that he truly felt he should apologize for his actions. So few that not only could he count them on one hand, but that he had digits left over. He had thought to use the communicator but it seemed a cowardly think to do in this situation ( Read more... )

Dressed in yet another suit, this one less regal than the Armani and a bit more... dated, as zoot suit style suits often were, Louis made his way to the gardens once more. Over his arm was draped a cloth that he spread out beneath a tree, the ivery linen dappled by sunlight ( Read more... )