Post by Sarah Jane on Nov 12, 2011 0:57:39 GMT -5
The handshake. One of humanities simplest and most complex of interactions. One could gain the measure of a person by the way they shook hands. Or bowed, or danced. Whatever the local culture was.
Sarah Jane did not shake hands like a man. Nor did she shake hands traditionally like a woman. Sarah Jane was a pioneer of the handshake in this age of solidifying women's liberation. She did not demurely extend her fingertips for a polite squeeze as in days past. Nor did she thrust out her arm too strongly to make up for her small size as many had in the early days of women's lib. She simply put web to web with a dash of her spirit, her small hand strong and warm.
She sized up this second Torchwood Agent most carefully in that moment. He had a handshake like a perfectly tailored $500 dollar shirt with a torn sleeve and a dash of blood. Not bad at all. He was a little short on names though, at least his own. Perhaps it was classified. The Service was always classifying things.
It was most interesting then, to watch Denatus Lux greet the Torchwood Agent. Even after having felt the dark haired man's warm handshake, she was still surprised at how easily the Torchwood agent took to the existence and gentle invasion of her friend, Denatus Lux. She found herself smiling.
"I take it this is usual?" He asked her, smiling as well.
"Actually," She quipped, "I find it most unusual, and delightful. I'm starting to think he sees by touch. He sees inside and out, Torchwood."
In this last she gave subtle warning, for she still did not know enough about this powerful creature, Denatus Lux. Her teeth were on edge just for a moment as she realized that if she'd put an alien telepath in close contact with a man who knew quite a bit about Earth's defenses against invasion.
"Denatus Lux is a telepath of some sort." She explained more clearly, but even as she said it she shrugged off some responsibility. The Agent was a grown man for certain. Sarah Jane liked it that he was unafraid. "Listen to this. Denatus, say the Torchwood Agent's name. This man's name."
Sarah Jane did not shake hands like a man. Nor did she shake hands traditionally like a woman. Sarah Jane was a pioneer of the handshake in this age of solidifying women's liberation. She did not demurely extend her fingertips for a polite squeeze as in days past. Nor did she thrust out her arm too strongly to make up for her small size as many had in the early days of women's lib. She simply put web to web with a dash of her spirit, her small hand strong and warm.
She sized up this second Torchwood Agent most carefully in that moment. He had a handshake like a perfectly tailored $500 dollar shirt with a torn sleeve and a dash of blood. Not bad at all. He was a little short on names though, at least his own. Perhaps it was classified. The Service was always classifying things.
It was most interesting then, to watch Denatus Lux greet the Torchwood Agent. Even after having felt the dark haired man's warm handshake, she was still surprised at how easily the Torchwood agent took to the existence and gentle invasion of her friend, Denatus Lux. She found herself smiling.
"I take it this is usual?" He asked her, smiling as well.
"Actually," She quipped, "I find it most unusual, and delightful. I'm starting to think he sees by touch. He sees inside and out, Torchwood."
In this last she gave subtle warning, for she still did not know enough about this powerful creature, Denatus Lux. Her teeth were on edge just for a moment as she realized that if she'd put an alien telepath in close contact with a man who knew quite a bit about Earth's defenses against invasion.
"Denatus Lux is a telepath of some sort." She explained more clearly, but even as she said it she shrugged off some responsibility. The Agent was a grown man for certain. Sarah Jane liked it that he was unafraid. "Listen to this. Denatus, say the Torchwood Agent's name. This man's name."
