[ it'd been a good idea to bring kavinsky with, he thinks, now, because this feels soft and easy and an open invite to escape what just happened, murphy's body slouched to k's, and the gentle touch of his fingertips along his hip bone. if it were possible to burrow against a person while walking, murphy would be accomplishing it. ]
Living's still better than dying.
[ no, he'd never been one for depression, not the way others are. he carries plenty around with him, guilt for this and that, but there's a stubborn streak in him that just can't accept his life petering out in some dark, dank hell world, quiet and whimpering. he shifts some, something uncomfortable in his head as the memories sift around, but it has him tucking against kavinsky's shoulder, teeth biting playfully at his shoulder. ]
Just don't wanna be another sad little tragedy. [ didn't want to die alone, unnoticed, some foot note, maybe a name on a memorial wall. just another casualty in someone else's war. hell no. ] Spite's a helluva motivator.
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Living's still better than dying.
[ no, he'd never been one for depression, not the way others are. he carries plenty around with him, guilt for this and that, but there's a stubborn streak in him that just can't accept his life petering out in some dark, dank hell world, quiet and whimpering. he shifts some, something uncomfortable in his head as the memories sift around, but it has him tucking against kavinsky's shoulder, teeth biting playfully at his shoulder. ]
Just don't wanna be another sad little tragedy. [ didn't want to die alone, unnoticed, some foot note, maybe a name on a memorial wall. just another casualty in someone else's war. hell no. ] Spite's a helluva motivator.