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The Elephant in the Room.
Characters: Martha Jones and Roy Miller
Rating: R for probable language and subject matter
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Martha's past. Language
Location: Woods
Day and Time: July 8th, morning
Status: Closed
Martha woke up curled against Phanan. In her bed. Which meant she was probably the one with the nightmares last night. Fabulous. She woke him just to the edge where she could let him know she was leaving for the day and to let himself out when he wanted.
She grabbed something light from the fridge and went out for a walk to clear her head. Martha had enjoyed the woods when she was out with Miller two days ago. Enough that yesterday she had gone for a walk. Today would be no different. But the nightmare still burned in the back of her brain.
Martha walked until she found a small clearing. There she took some time to collect her thoughts and began to move through the stances he had taught her not two days before. Perhaps it was the nightmare that made her want to work harder. After a moment or two, she unzipped her jacket and put it to the side. There was no one around, and Miller had been right. It was much easier to move without the jacket.
Rating: R for probable language and subject matter
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Martha's past. Language
Location: Woods
Day and Time: July 8th, morning
Status: Closed
Martha woke up curled against Phanan. In her bed. Which meant she was probably the one with the nightmares last night. Fabulous. She woke him just to the edge where she could let him know she was leaving for the day and to let himself out when he wanted.
She grabbed something light from the fridge and went out for a walk to clear her head. Martha had enjoyed the woods when she was out with Miller two days ago. Enough that yesterday she had gone for a walk. Today would be no different. But the nightmare still burned in the back of her brain.
Martha walked until she found a small clearing. There she took some time to collect her thoughts and began to move through the stances he had taught her not two days before. Perhaps it was the nightmare that made her want to work harder. After a moment or two, she unzipped her jacket and put it to the side. There was no one around, and Miller had been right. It was much easier to move without the jacket.