and i've been dreaming of revenge to make you love me more
But I don't want to play God either. I can't do that. I don't want to pick and choose.
But you have before.
Martha Jones is seated at a cafe, pouring over notes that her wedding planner gave her. There are choices she has to make even she told the woman that it doesn't particularly matter to her as long as she marries her fiance, as long as the people she cares about her. The details are less important.
There are too many bride-zillas in the world though, and the planner insists on Martha's input. Martha is having a difficult time focusing on the plans. There's a problem that comes with having too much power. She used tranquilizers on Medusa for her 'own good'. She'll bring back dead bodies brought to her out of instinct, out of need to not pick and choose like she is a god. She's not. She's Martha Jones. She's a human and has no right to choose who she lays her hands on. She bites her lip, tapping her pen against the portfolio.
There's a tree next to a house that's shaking a lot. Elizabeth Jules is trying to figure out how to get down from it without breaking her leg. There are scratches on her hands and arms and face from the sticks that caught her when she jumped from her window to the tree. She's dangling from a limb at the moment, wondering if she should try for the ground or try to land on another tree limb that might hold her. Any assistance that could be provided would be appreciated. She only has so long before her father returns so the sooner she gets to the ground and away from the house, the better.
JD is in the park again. He's imaging a beach... and anyone who gets close enough will be in a beach too. They'll feel the heat of the sun and the sand beneath their feet. He's lying in a swimming suit next to Nate... in a speedo. What? It's a daydream.
Danny Smalls stands in all his 5'5" glory on the sidewalk. He's lying against the corpse of some monster. God, knows how one person or angel runs into as much trouble as he does. He's exhausted and unwilling to admit to it and staring up at the sky like he's drunk and the most fascinating clouds exist up there. He's breathing heavily, and there's a bruise on his cheek, and he's bleeding (again) from a cut on his arm. There's never a time when Danny isn't injured.
Rusty Hunt is in his apartment at the Gauche waiting for Rachel Conway. He's not really sure what to expect but when her fiance contacts him for the first time in order to get drugs, he- It can't be good. He doesn't even try to imagine it. He's never been good at coming up with scenarios like that, and whatever he could think up, Chicago will do worse. Always.
But you have before.
Martha Jones is seated at a cafe, pouring over notes that her wedding planner gave her. There are choices she has to make even she told the woman that it doesn't particularly matter to her as long as she marries her fiance, as long as the people she cares about her. The details are less important.
There are too many bride-zillas in the world though, and the planner insists on Martha's input. Martha is having a difficult time focusing on the plans. There's a problem that comes with having too much power. She used tranquilizers on Medusa for her 'own good'. She'll bring back dead bodies brought to her out of instinct, out of need to not pick and choose like she is a god. She's not. She's Martha Jones. She's a human and has no right to choose who she lays her hands on. She bites her lip, tapping her pen against the portfolio.
There's a tree next to a house that's shaking a lot. Elizabeth Jules is trying to figure out how to get down from it without breaking her leg. There are scratches on her hands and arms and face from the sticks that caught her when she jumped from her window to the tree. She's dangling from a limb at the moment, wondering if she should try for the ground or try to land on another tree limb that might hold her. Any assistance that could be provided would be appreciated. She only has so long before her father returns so the sooner she gets to the ground and away from the house, the better.
JD is in the park again. He's imaging a beach... and anyone who gets close enough will be in a beach too. They'll feel the heat of the sun and the sand beneath their feet. He's lying in a swimming suit next to Nate... in a speedo. What? It's a daydream.
Danny Smalls stands in all his 5'5" glory on the sidewalk. He's lying against the corpse of some monster. God, knows how one person or angel runs into as much trouble as he does. He's exhausted and unwilling to admit to it and staring up at the sky like he's drunk and the most fascinating clouds exist up there. He's breathing heavily, and there's a bruise on his cheek, and he's bleeding (again) from a cut on his arm. There's never a time when Danny isn't injured.
Rusty Hunt is in his apartment at the Gauche waiting for Rachel Conway. He's not really sure what to expect but when her fiance contacts him for the first time in order to get drugs, he- It can't be good. He doesn't even try to imagine it. He's never been good at coming up with scenarios like that, and whatever he could think up, Chicago will do worse. Always.