Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
“I have a hard time imagining we had as much fun as you two,” Marta teased, casting her gaze over towards the pile of note books on the coffee table. “But I hope you worked up an appetite.”
Dinner was spent comparing and contrasting pop culture, as a diversion from the science and math talk. Though, towards the end of the meal, the other Marta detailed a brief timeline from the colonial period through the revolution, and Marta lost herself taking notes of all the differences. The opened a second bottle of wine, but Marta seriously considered putting on a pot of coffee instead.
The other Marta nearly had to drag her Peter out of the cabin after dinner, and only after they made plans to share more notes and discussion the next day. Once they finished washing the dinner dishes, Marta joined Peter on the couch with a glass of wine.
“I think I like it here. I don’t know if we want to stay here permanently –apparently sexism targets men here? But it’s so nice to have a pair of like-minded allies. A version of us that aren’t terrifying, psychotic murderers.” With a sigh, she took a deep drink of her wine.
“Don’t tell the other you, but… well, she’s planning on proposing.” Marta giggled, and snuggled in closer to Peter. She was quiet for a time, letting him respond to that thought, and just letting it roll around her own mind for a few heartbeats, before speaking up again.
“Can I admit to being a little jealous that they are building a future together that I wished we could have had? You know, if the Circle hadn’t infiltrated our lives.” She clung a little closer then, reliving the betrayal of the other Peter pulling a knife on her in bed. Remembering the stomach-churning sight of her own corpse.
“I hope they’re happy together. Assuming you don’t steal all of his focus with the equations and the theories and the possibilities.”
Her expression hardened, and turned serious. “But we can’t let them open a gate. Not too soon, anyways. Not if that’s what attracts the attention of the circle. Not until we have a plan, first.”
Dinner was spent comparing and contrasting pop culture, as a diversion from the science and math talk. Though, towards the end of the meal, the other Marta detailed a brief timeline from the colonial period through the revolution, and Marta lost herself taking notes of all the differences. The opened a second bottle of wine, but Marta seriously considered putting on a pot of coffee instead.
The other Marta nearly had to drag her Peter out of the cabin after dinner, and only after they made plans to share more notes and discussion the next day. Once they finished washing the dinner dishes, Marta joined Peter on the couch with a glass of wine.
“I think I like it here. I don’t know if we want to stay here permanently –apparently sexism targets men here? But it’s so nice to have a pair of like-minded allies. A version of us that aren’t terrifying, psychotic murderers.” With a sigh, she took a deep drink of her wine.
“Don’t tell the other you, but… well, she’s planning on proposing.” Marta giggled, and snuggled in closer to Peter. She was quiet for a time, letting him respond to that thought, and just letting it roll around her own mind for a few heartbeats, before speaking up again.
“Can I admit to being a little jealous that they are building a future together that I wished we could have had? You know, if the Circle hadn’t infiltrated our lives.” She clung a little closer then, reliving the betrayal of the other Peter pulling a knife on her in bed. Remembering the stomach-churning sight of her own corpse.
“I hope they’re happy together. Assuming you don’t steal all of his focus with the equations and the theories and the possibilities.”
Her expression hardened, and turned serious. “But we can’t let them open a gate. Not too soon, anyways. Not if that’s what attracts the attention of the circle. Not until we have a plan, first.”