|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2009-03-27 01:27:00
A brilliant interweaving of history and fiction. Jack is quite creepy, there, taking pleasure in being a mysterious, threatening presence.
“Captain Jack Harkness.” The smile was a fraction too wide. “Heard of me?”
“I —” The King stilled, his frown returning. “My father may have mentioned that name.”
“Really? Good man, your father — didn’t hold too high an opinion of you, mind.” Harkness chuckled humourlessly and moved to run one hand across the carved back of a chair, along the edge of the mantelpiece, making the King turn to track his passage through the room. “I knew him. Knew his father too, for that matter.”
The King regarded the other man for a long moment. “How...?”
“Let’s just say that I’m older than I look. A lot older.” Harkness stopped by an intricately-veneered sideboard, looking up at a portrait of a stern-looking woman in mourning dress. “You know, I once made a promise to your great-grandmother to defend her dominions and all those within her care.” His gaze snapped back to the King. “And I have every intention of keeping that promise.”