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Martin K Blackwood ([personal profile] lonelynotforsaken) wrote2023-05-05 09:24 am
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[personal profile] obeir 2023-06-23 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, the viking. [ His tone is wry. ] Seems she has a fanclub. [ And he doesn't envy her that; he has concerns about what will happen if any of her various admirers start getting... possessive. Even in the polyamorous paradise of the Meadous, jealousy had led to murder. He's always been nervous about how humans handle intense emotions. ] And Senku's quite the scientist.

[ So Martin's group are dealing with injuries. That makes his heart sink, but he keeps his worries to himself. ]

Sure, let me know. And be careful out there. It's just us three here. Everything's long abandoned — dilapidated. Whoever else is here shooting arrows at us in the jungle, I don't think they come out this far.

[ But he keeps watch throughout the night all the same while Randvi and Senku sleep. ]
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No worries!

[personal profile] obeir 2023-07-07 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
England, right? [ Based on Martin's accent. ] Does that mean you're descended from them? Bet Randvi would find that fascinating. [ A little unintentional wingmanning; he knows Martin has a boyfriend. ]

You shouldn't discount your knowledge. We all have different strengths and skills and I think that'll be the real key to figuring things out here. Speaking from experience. You study literature?

[ It may not seem important to Martin, but K's interested. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2023-07-12 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ K doesn't think much of the pause, because he doesn't expect such an innocuous question to have to be answered with a lie. And the mention of poetry piques his interest. ]

Literature and poetry, that makes two of us. [ As interests, not academic pursuits, of course. Admin-based work, accounting... is a bit less interesting, but it does tell him more about Martin as a person: ] So you're good at organisation. [ See? Useful skill.

But more importantly. ]
What sort of poetry do you like?
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[personal profile] obeir 2023-07-17 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ So... good at organisation and being taken advantage of. Serving others. Damn if that doesn't strike a chord with K. His sigh goes unheard before he clicks the walkie back on to reply. ]

Keats and Wordsworth, good choices. Can't go wrong with the Romantics. Coleridge, Shelley, Blake, Byron, Hugo, Poe... [ There's a wistful note in his voice as he lists them off; the sort of interest that can't be faked. At least not from K. In response to Martin's question, he recites a few lines: ]

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake
Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque,
A dull dark white against the day's pale white
And abstract larches in the neutral light.
And then the gradual and dual blue
As night unites the viewer and the view...

[ A pause, then: ] Was that... by choice? Only being around your boyfriend.
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[personal profile] obeir 2023-07-19 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Practise? K feels flattered. And a bit flustered, which is plain in his voice. ] Oh— thank you. [ Wryly: ] Listening to poetry would put most the people I've known to sleep.

[ Except for maybe Harley, if they're suitably romantic or amusing poems? Whenever he gets out of this he'll have to try. And maybe with Zephyr, too. Other likely candidates would've been Monty or Alphonse, but they're no longer in the Meadous. ]

I used to read some for my old boyfriend, but I think he mostly humoured me. Listened because it made me happy... [ He trails off. ] So— it's nice. Meeting someone who appreciates poetry too. [ Does this mean they can do poem swaps? He hopes so. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2023-08-17 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Martin describing his boyfriend makes K smile to himself. Being a hopeless romantic, he can fully relate to the sentiments. And can't help feeling just a little envious of Jon, too, as he wonders if either of the people he's been romantically involved with have ever spoken of him like this. Probably not — he just can't imagine ever inspiring this kind of loving devotion from anyone. ]

He's lucky to have you. [ It's quiet and earnest, his smile audible in his voice. ] You're lucky to have each other. It sounds like you're very happy together. What sort of archive was it? [ He's picturing Martin listening to his boyfriend dryly reading the news with heart eyes. ]

And I'd love that. Same to you, if you ever feel like sharing poetry with me. Or just... talking. [ Does that sound weird? He hopes not. ]