Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Galesome."

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

Martha Jones ([info]notrosesshadow) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2016-10-27 20:27:00

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:felix gaeta, john constatine, martha jones, miranda lotto (au)

Day 399 | Open Action
Having found little to interest her in tattoos to cover up her newest scars, Martha had turned to Jack's suggestion at getting them removed. And knowing she had little to no rehabilitation points, she was willing to take whatever the wardens would give her regarding work to earn more.

Which was why she was now rolling a ginormous pumpkin through sector zero to place somewhere. It was also why she was placing hay bales in various places and hanging orange lights. None of the decorations were as impressive as she would have expected from the wardens for a big anniversary bash, but there was definitely plenty.

"Excuse me!" she called over the pumpkin.



(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]notrosesshadow
2017-01-11 08:27 pm UTC (link)
Martha looks over to him as he says it. "Helpers. Every world needs its helpers." But her smile shows her gratitude for the compliment.

"I had no idea what I'd find. I think I told you before, but humans have barely made it off the planet where I'm from. We had a few trips to our moon, and there's the space station. But that's only for trained people. To have a chance to see more things than most humans dream of! How could I say no? And..." she dropped her eyes back to her lap and smiled a bit mischievously.

"And he kissed me. I wasn't expecting that."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]didwhaticould
2017-01-17 12:59 am UTC (link)
Martha's admission makes him smile--a real smile, not something uncomfortable or forced. "Adventure, discovery, romance... no wonder you followed him." There's an undercurrent of gentle teasing there since Gaeta has been burned on the romantic front and would be just as likely to run away as to follow, but he can see the appeal.

"He must be pretty talented if a kiss made that kind of impression on you."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]notrosesshadow
2017-01-17 10:55 pm UTC (link)
Martha laughed. "Oh you've no idea. I never really had time for dating during medical school. And really. Space was a huge draw. With a spaceman who knew about all of it. And then I met Shakespeare which was even cooler because the Doctor really had no eyes for anyone but Rose. But Shakespeare immortalized me in Sonnets! ... I may have flirted my way across time and space."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]didwhaticould
2017-01-17 11:24 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure I'd be even more impressed if I knew who Shakespeare was." He's pretty impressed anyway. Flirting across time and space is something to aspire to.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]notrosesshadow
2017-01-18 02:50 pm UTC (link)
Martha laughed. "Famous playwright and poet from hundreds of years before my time. School children study his sonnets and there's plenty of guesses as to who his Dark Lady is. I just happen to know she's me."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]didwhaticould
2017-01-18 04:01 pm UTC (link)
"That is impressive. Congratulations on your literary immortality." There was no sarcasm in his tone. "Can you recite any of those sonnets?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]notrosesshadow
2017-01-18 09:15 pm UTC (link)
Martha grinned. "I can recite most of them. But this one's my favorite."

She pauses a moment to find her recitation voice then begins:

"In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so."

She holds her position after the last word a moment then looks to him for his reaction.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]didwhaticould
2017-01-20 09:18 pm UTC (link)
He enjoys the recitation, listening intently, obviously appreciating the poetry even if poetry is one of the few things he has never bothered learning about. This appreciation doesn't quite come through in his verbal response which is, as most of his responses are, wry. "That's beautiful, but it's a lot to live up to for anyone else who wants to give you a compliment."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]notrosesshadow
2017-01-21 09:12 pm UTC (link)
Martha laughed. "Few people are wordsmiths the way he was. He invented words that are now part of our language. But I appreciate all compliments no matter who gives them. And anyway, as romantic as the words were, his hygiene had a lot to answer for."

(Reply to this) (Parent)


(Read comments) -


Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs