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Who: Martha and Snape. (Closed)
What: The Morning After Masquerade Party
When: Day 54, morning.
Warnings: Well... it starts with them naked and in bed.
Notes: Memory loss plot is a go.
Martha Jones hadn't actually slept well in 53 days. Well, in fifty-three nights, really, even though the time had made it feel like much longer indeed. The nightmares that had bothered her at home were even worse here given how the world could and would change at any given moment. New elements, like Anthony and coloured flashes being born from her fingers had added to the nightmares, and they'd mixed with the curling edges of envelopes that had been etched with the names of people that she cared about.
The time she'd come the closest to sleeping well had been in the movie theatre where she'd been curled up near Severus and frantically clasping his wand in case any magic came to her in her sleep. It hadn't, and at least she'd managed to sleep a bit.
This night, she'd slept like the very dead. Martha curled up next to Severus Snape with her head resting on his chest and subtly stealing his body heat. There was the sound of birds chirping somewhere, and the blinds allowed little laser beams of sunlight to burst in on them, and it was somehow right at eye level. She mumbled softly and twisted her face so that she couldn't see it anymore.
What: The Morning After Masquerade Party
When: Day 54, morning.
Warnings: Well... it starts with them naked and in bed.
Notes: Memory loss plot is a go.
Martha Jones hadn't actually slept well in 53 days. Well, in fifty-three nights, really, even though the time had made it feel like much longer indeed. The nightmares that had bothered her at home were even worse here given how the world could and would change at any given moment. New elements, like Anthony and coloured flashes being born from her fingers had added to the nightmares, and they'd mixed with the curling edges of envelopes that had been etched with the names of people that she cared about.
The time she'd come the closest to sleeping well had been in the movie theatre where she'd been curled up near Severus and frantically clasping his wand in case any magic came to her in her sleep. It hadn't, and at least she'd managed to sleep a bit.
This night, she'd slept like the very dead. Martha curled up next to Severus Snape with her head resting on his chest and subtly stealing his body heat. There was the sound of birds chirping somewhere, and the blinds allowed little laser beams of sunlight to burst in on them, and it was somehow right at eye level. She mumbled softly and twisted her face so that she couldn't see it anymore.