Marie having long since left the room, Reinette sat alone at her dressing table, eyes upon her reflection in honest assesment. Since the Doctor's existance in her life had reached a much more contant state, she found herself spending considerably less time at court. And an even smaller amount of time devoted to the trappings that proved a requirement. Less powders, less paint. The Doctor, indeed, had taken quite the firm stance upon discovering them, with words about lead and poisoning and the ridiculous lengths humans seemed determined to take for the sake of beauty. Reinette had stood her ground, of course, pointing out that it was not merely beauty in play, but power, and posistion. The desire to remain in control of both, and the image needed to do so.
Still, in the end, in this Reinette did as she was bid. For after all the Doctor was now her doctor, and a physician in truth. And if there was a certain duality there, then could not she, as a patient, be patient in kind
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That idea alone was enough to send Reinette to her feet, and slipping through the door that connected her dressing room to the Doctor's. It was not often that she was unable to enter his presence unannounced, but it seemed that tonight she had. Reinette concluded his own thoughts must be just as loud this evening.
In the past months there had been an ever increasing popularity in the trend to attempt to match color to color, for lovers to annouce themselves with costume that matched one to the other. Yet Reinette had never given the trend any consideration at all. To begin with, as of late it all seemed so very young. But there was the adding understanding that there could be no planning what the Doctor would wear, how many times he would change. She truthfully found such whims endearing
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The Doctor turned, giving her a smile. She had aged in the last three years, oh, and in the last twenty since he'd first met her as an adult. She still could not have been more beautiful
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Reinette's hand settled naturally within the Doctor's own. Here had been the one place they never danced. Oh they still sparred over words, and ideas, and yes, her corset, but their hands had never engaged in such things. One, slipped within the other, fitting. There was no struggle to see which hand fit where, which was in control. It was as simple thing as Reinette had ever known
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Still, in the end, in this Reinette did as she was bid. For after all the Doctor was now her doctor, and a physician in truth. And if there was a certain duality there, then could not she, as a patient, be patient in kind ( ... )
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