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Tallulah remembers that beautiful woman who had helped that doctor. Helped her find her love, and despite loving Laszlo… He died, it was a painful feeling. Thick mourning pressing into her chest like embroidered falsed stars. Each star hung on a web that is far out of rear.
Martha were those perfect, beautiful stars. The stars that a hand has taken it’s time and care to slowly embroidered into the webs in the sky. Tallulah doesn’t know how many times she has looked for that woman.
There’s longing in her heart, of wanting just someone to love. To press kisses to… No, she shouldn’t think like that of a woman. Yet, something in her heart said it is so right. It feels right, that rightness wiggled itself into her mourning heart.
She applied the bloodied red to her lips. There was footsteps and then a door opening. It slowly creaked open, a slow create. Tallulah turned and saw that familiar face. Her stormy eyes catching the dark woman wearing that red coat.
“Haven’t seen you since those creatures.” Tallulah said, her blunt, painted red nails ran over the metal of the lipstick. Martha’s skin was slightly bruised on her jaw. “Oh, Darling, what happened?” Tallulah asked, standing up and making her way across the dressing room. She hesitated before her fingers pressed slightly against the other woman.
“Been a few days for me, but it’s probably been far longer for you.” Martha said, a soft smile puling apart her lips. Tallulah couldn't help but imagine those lips pressed against her own body. Teasing, drawing gasps out of her throat.
“What happened to your jaw?” Tallulah asked, and yet she felt jealous that Martha has barely aged. That she has only experienced a few days while Tallulah has seen months.
Marth leaned forward slight, something drawing the two in with hushed words. “It was an accident while exploring a planet. The locals weren’t too welcoming, but they didn’t mean to hit me.”
The two kept moving closer, closer, closer . Closer together until the breathe of the two were mixing together. Tallulah wanted the other so badly, and then their lips pressed together. Kind, caring, soft, warm. It took Martha a few seconds to close her eyes and to melt into the kiss.
A hand snaked itself way to the small of Tallulah’s back. Her makeup is being smeared, yet it felt so nice to kiss the one she has been wishing, long for. Hungry, loving, wanting. The stars had been hung, embroidered into the very fabric they have been cut out of and then hang upon a web.
Yet, at this very moment in existence the stars were oh so very real. Pressing into her heart and exploding into a color of thousands. Pulling away, Tallulah wished she didn’t pull away, “I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, she pulled her hand away from the darker woman.
“Tallulah…” Martha started, and then the singer shook her head.
“No, I’m sorry. You are the stars. A singer cannot be with the stars.” Tallulah said, believing every second of it. Martha is the very stars that had been made by God to tempt Tallulah from a path she is meant to be in. They cannot be together at this time.
Stars are meant to be with stars. The Doctor is a star, and Martha is the very embroidered star cut out of the fabric and hung in the webs in the sky. Martha became a real star, and a star shall always circle a star.
Tallulah is a pair of dusty fake wings covered in yellowed feathers. A dusty pair of wings used in a dance. She will never shine as bright as the stars. She is used, covered in old smoke. She isn’t as perfect and beautiful as the woman.
“Leave,” Tallulah choked out, tears pricking at her eyes. Martha looked and then she turned and left. Tallulah didn’t dare looked at the other woman’s face. Silently the singer wondered if she could bet with the other woman in another time.
Oh, she will wait thousands of years if it just meant she could be with her love. She is willing to take the slowest path possible to see her love.
Left in a room alone.
She takes the slowest path in time, unknowing that this will be the last time she sees the other woman.
(Martha didn’t love Tallulah, and maybe this is when Martha starts to realize her own love with the Doctor will never be reciprocated. She cannot love a woman, but maybe one day she can grieve that singer. Find her grave and give her flowers just like Laszlo.)
(Martha Jones will never admit that she loved Tallulah Francis in some way. Martha will forever regret not saying that Tallulah is a star. Made in the dust of a creature, folded and packed into a box by the hands of cruelty. Made into the dusty, yellowing feathers of fake wings.)