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konstantyaTitle: I Try To Pretend, Saying That I Don’t Mind It
Fandom: Black Angel (1946)
Genre: Drama, general, angst?
Characters: Martin Blair (implied Marty/Catherine)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 286
Summary: Christ, he really was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t he? First Mavis—that beautiful, glorious vampire of a woman—and now this. (Or, Marty after Catherine initially goes up to Marko’s office.)
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He had no right to be jealous, and he wasn’t, really. Not jealous of the fact that she was currently—probably—being pawed at by Marko, at any rate, and would no doubt soon be doing even more. But maybe…maybe, it occurred to him, he was a little jealous all the same. Just in a completely separate way.
He hoped that son of a bitch, Kirk, realized how good he had it. If Mavis had been even half as selfless as Cathy was, well…things would probably have been a lot different, to say the least. Mavis would probably still be alive. They’d probably still be together. And Marty probably wouldn’t be sitting in a club he was working at for ulterior motives, trying not to think about some other man’s hands all over yet another man’s wife.
Christ, he really was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t he? First Mavis—that beautiful, glorious vampire of a woman—and now this.
Freddy was only a few feet away. It would have been so simple to call him over and order a shot of whiskey—or bourbon or gin or brandy (after all, when the hell had he ever been picky when it came to drinks?). And for a moment he was sorely tempted to. But no, he decided, and resolutely stuck with his Coke. If anyone deserved some alcohol right now, it was Cathy, not him. Suddenly, he hoped Marko had offered her something. Maybe it would make things easier for her when she finally had to…
Marty checked his watch. He went on for dinner music in a few. Thank God. It would give him something else to concentrate on, small mercy that that was.
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A/N: Because I wrote a little ficlet from Catherine’s POV, so it only seemed fair to do the same for Marty.
Title, once again, taken from the song “Heartbreak,” that was featured in the film.
All other fics can be found here.
Fandom: Black Angel (1946)
Genre: Drama, general, angst?
Characters: Martin Blair (implied Marty/Catherine)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 286
Summary: Christ, he really was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t he? First Mavis—that beautiful, glorious vampire of a woman—and now this. (Or, Marty after Catherine initially goes up to Marko’s office.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
- I Try To Pretend, Saying That I Don’t Mind It -
He had no right to be jealous, and he wasn’t, really. Not jealous of the fact that she was currently—probably—being pawed at by Marko, at any rate, and would no doubt soon be doing even more. But maybe…maybe, it occurred to him, he was a little jealous all the same. Just in a completely separate way.
He hoped that son of a bitch, Kirk, realized how good he had it. If Mavis had been even half as selfless as Cathy was, well…things would probably have been a lot different, to say the least. Mavis would probably still be alive. They’d probably still be together. And Marty probably wouldn’t be sitting in a club he was working at for ulterior motives, trying not to think about some other man’s hands all over yet another man’s wife.
Christ, he really was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t he? First Mavis—that beautiful, glorious vampire of a woman—and now this.
Freddy was only a few feet away. It would have been so simple to call him over and order a shot of whiskey—or bourbon or gin or brandy (after all, when the hell had he ever been picky when it came to drinks?). And for a moment he was sorely tempted to. But no, he decided, and resolutely stuck with his Coke. If anyone deserved some alcohol right now, it was Cathy, not him. Suddenly, he hoped Marko had offered her something. Maybe it would make things easier for her when she finally had to…
Marty checked his watch. He went on for dinner music in a few. Thank God. It would give him something else to concentrate on, small mercy that that was.
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A/N: Because I wrote a little ficlet from Catherine’s POV, so it only seemed fair to do the same for Marty.
Title, once again, taken from the song “Heartbreak,” that was featured in the film.
All other fics can be found here.
