Madame De Pompadour

Spoilers ahead!

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"Maman!!"

There was the sound of her door and small footsteps on the tiled floor. They were quick and uneven and spoke to something that was not tempered yet with age. Somewhat reluctantly Reinette opened her eyes, and the light that met them informed her she slept far later than intended. Just how long had she been in bed.

But the light was blocked before she could examine it further her vision was completely filled with the face of her daughter.

"Maman, are you awake?"

"I do not know," she managed, a brief, fond smile altering her features. "Perhaps I am talking with you in my sleep."

There was the sound of an awkward, near panicked voice from the far side of the room. "My lady, I do apologize --- it is just. You promised to take her walking this morning and she has spoken of nothing else since she rose."

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SO, it is one of those lovely times when paid accounts can send out bear hugs to FIVE count em FIVE users. So many people I know have had a rough time of it. Heck, I am ready to yank out my teeth, toot canal and all, and then where would I be.

So, reach out to those people that you know need it. In fact, I challenge you to especially reach out to at least two people that you normally would not, ot have not mentioned how much you appreciate them lately.

Love is love.

Love, Megs

The next morning passed pleasantly enough. Jack ordered breakfast just as he promised, and presented himself with a smile. She presented himself with his shirt, neatly folded and soon enough there were returned to her sitting room. Just as he promised, it was as if they never left.

So much they lived the day all over again, if more quietly. Meals taken in her rooms, they eschewed the formality of the court for the day in favor of conversation and a long walk through the gardens. She looked over the snow-kissed grounds with new eyes. They seemed that much fresher, almost new, after their trip to London. Was this what Jack experienced every day? Did the wonder ever fade?

She learned nothing new about him that day, but enjoyed his company no less.

At some point through the course of the day, she began to feel it. The familiar pressure between the back of her eyes, slowly building. The headaches always came first, and the rest would follow with a grating predictability. For the moment, she placed them willfully aside. It would come, soon enough, but she had an afternoon she intended to enjoy.

But soon, and enough had an irritating habit of pressing at her heels. And that night it all came down on her with a force, seemingly angry at being ignored through the course of the day. It was their old dance. The difficulty breathing, the fever. If she could only sleep, she thought, true sleep. Surely it would go away. But the fever continued to climb until she could hear the footsteps of her maid, leaving the room in a hurried fashion. She would be informing Louis, his orders on this remained quite clear. Reinette merely pressed her eyes closed, and willed it away.

When she opened them she remained exhausted and knew she still had not slept. Louis was not there, of course. He never could face the sickroom. But instead came the familiar pressure and slice of heat and pain. The doctors had arrived then, with their familiar murmurings and treatments. They blood was infected, and so it followed she must be bled.

As her vision blurred and the exhaustion surged Reinette willed her guest to remain asleep and managed to thank the late hour. Soon enough they were gone, only her maid still sitting in the corner until Reinette managed to direct her strength her ordering the girl away. Today she wore the face of traitor.

Finally there was silence, and Reinette was able to curl onto one side, her wrist cradled next to her and turned to the sky so that nothing else might touch it. She waited for sleep to come.

:: Select 5-10 first lines from your fic/etc
:: Post them, exactly as they are, punctuation, italics/etc, and all
:: Challenge your flist to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line in the comments
:: Have fun with what people come up with!
:: Repost at will

My only observation from this is I write really odd first sentences. I know that I am behind on several memes, and I am just now recovering from strep throat. I also have inventory this week at work. After that things should moderately improve until Gallifrey! Stick with me while I get to the business of catching up.

1. The wine is still with you, though not the bright, raucous company of before.

2. She was overly forward, some said.

3. Two minutes become two hours before she moves.

4. I have a secret.

5. She envied Rose her bruises.

6. His hands are on your back.

7. "You asked the wrong question."

8. He takes you to visit your own grave.

9. From her bed she watched him.

10. This is not how it is supposed to be.

Even if I do not always play fair. It seemed an appropriate way with which to begin the new year.

Comment here with one of your character's names for a big block of text about how mine feels about yours. Return the favor.

Random, random music collection. Name a character, a song and if there is someone of yours you would like to be in drabble. I am still crawling out of retail coma so expect slowness? I think we have all seen this enough everyone can just comment and dive on in! If you have a verse request, also just say!

PS, forgive my inability to make fancy word links. I never could remember that code...however some songs are more obscure so proving more info. :)

Characters open for use are Reinette, River(Doctor Who) and Fred (Angel)!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!


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So, obviously I am a bit slow off the mark posting my most sincere thank you to anyone that thought of Reinette (and River) in any form or fashion in the recent rp awards. Most of you know I am not a huge voice in these events. While I have nothing but the best wishes for them, and love all the positive things they bring and the opportunities to find new writers I always tend to remain on the quiet side. I am more inclined to try and leave some feedback on a prompt, let someone know what I love about their muse.

I was especially quiet this year because while so very touched, I am not entirely sure how deserving I was. It has not been my most prolific or consistent year of writing. But it does mean she is remembered, and I can't tell you how much that lifts my spirits.

So thank you. Thank you to everyone that read a single word I wrote or interacted with me in a single scene. Special thanks to brigadeertardis, savagestime and rude_not_ginger who were in some form or another grouped with me. Especial thanks to rude_not_ginger's mun, who Reinette would not even exist without. They are wonder writers and what is more? Wonderful friends.

But I also want to take this moment to remind everyone that recognition can be a daily thing. I have no doubt that we all appreciate one another as people and writers. And I know that we all take time to read. But often those extra moments to comment escape us. The phone rings, the laundry needs to be moved over. It's time to head into work. But I challenge all of us, including myself, to find the time. It will never be regretted, and will always be appreciated.

So again, thank you. As well as to those that have reached out to check on me, and make me smile during the holiday retail season.

You are all amazing.

Cross posting from my personal journal. I am going to do my best to get out Holiday cards this year, as last year and the loss of my grandmother caused the tradition to escape me. I count many dear friends here, so if you would like a holiday card please like your name and address here!

Comments are screened!

PS, if you believe I already have your address, PLEASE relist, as I am trying to clean up address book in new computer. International is not a problem!