Reinette, Madame de Pompadour
I am Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Marquise de Pompadour. My family and friends refer to me as "Reinette". I was mistress to his royal majesty, King Louis XV, his maitress en titre. ((Independent Madame de Pompadour, both historical and Whovian. Character and player are of age. I do not rp NSFW with anyone under 18. Most of the GIFS used are my own or were made for me specifically. Don't use unless permission is given. Please read "important" before interacting))

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theladyro:

Doctor Who s2-04 "The Girl in the Fireplace"

(Source: letmebev)

inveteratimaster:

The Master glared when she said that. It was as if he found out someone told a secret he didn’t want to know. He had a reputation to uphold. “He told you that?!”

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"I am not discussing any of this with you." Reinette said, giving him a hard look before turning away. "It’s time for you to go."

inveteratimaster:

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"OOoo sweet. I forgot how much humans like to attach these silly little emotions to things." He pouted. "I’m sorry I hurt your feelings."

"The Doctor said you were tender and gentle. I should have known it was a lie." Reinette muttered, taking away his scotch glass to add it to the dishes. "Leave, I don’t have anything further to say to you."

inveteratimaster:

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He couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was amusing for him in general since it was a similar reaction when he said the same thing to the Doctor. He composed himself and brought his own glass to the sink. “I can see why he married you. The similarity is amusing. You two take things too seriously but really, Reinette. If you want a good nights sleep it really works.”

"It is not too seriously." Reinette said, frowning. "There are some things that are more important than you may think. I am giving myself over to your abilities, allowing you to soothe my feelings and shift them to a more calm state. That requires trust. Do not begin to tell me that that sort of trust is not special."

inveteratimaster:

He was actually disappointed and guessed she was making it to be something ‘special.’ He hated that. “It’s just sleeping, Reinette. Don’t make a big emotional deal out of it. But whatever. Let me finish my drink first.”

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That stung her pride. Giving a sigh of exasperation, Reinette stood, walking away from the table. “Never mind. I am staying up to keep an eye on the children and the Doctor.” She said, finishing her wine and going to the sink to wash it.

inveteratimaster:

He moved his hand from his temple to rest upon his cheek casually. “I’m guessing the only adult sized bed around here the Doctor is sleeping in. Would he mind the company?”

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"I have my own bed. Sometimes the Doctor kicks in his sleep." Reinette said, not wishing to do anything with the Master while the Doctor was asleep.

inveteratimaster:

"That’s the point. It’s used to soothe. We pass on soothing emotions, trigger chemicals in the brain that help calm, show the person happy memories, and even this sort of lulling, soft communication that’s comforting." He placed his finger on the side of his face. "It’s what the Doctor and I did for a few months before we actually…" He cleared his throat. "You know…to calm him and allow him to feel safe. It’s a suggestion. You don’t have to do it."

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Reinette met his eyes, knowing that his offer was made in her best interest. “It is kind of you,” she said, uncertain but willing to try. “If you believe it will help…” she took another drink of wine. “Then of course.”

inveteratimaster:

"You should try sleeping yourself. It’s night time here." He wondered if she already did something with the Doctor but knew it might help her. "Have you ever tried mind lulling? It’s a way to lull someone to sleep by complete mind connection, beyond any bond or hivemind. The Doctor drools he sleeps so soundly when he does it. It may help your insomnia. It’s the same process we use to console someone since we didn’t really use touch."

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She looked up in surprise at the suggestion, not certain at first whether he was serious. Reinette understood his race was telepathic and that the mind held more importance. Touch through the head was far more intimate. “What do you suggest then? I am not certain I feel safe enough to sleep yet.”