[ the name alone has murphy's whole body stutter, a skipped beat in his movements, a hitch in his breathing, a distance that widens his eyes for half a second. no, that's far from all emori was, and in truth, it's far from all joseph kavinsky is to him either, but here's the thing - ]
Emori's dead. [ because everyone's dead, everyone's gone, and that's what should've been expected the whole time, since that godforsaken rust bucket dropped him down onto hell. even with the eudio intermission - nothing good lasts. and now, all that's left for her is spite. that's emori's legacy in him.
but kavinsky is here now, and even if that may not even last until tomorrow, it does mean something to him. murphy's wound tight like a trip wire, close to snapping, and it takes a considerable amount of effort for him to sigh out, shaky but slow, while he eases into the touch against his face, blinking his eyes open to watch kavinsky's cast to the side. watching the curve in his neck, murphy thinks for a moment or so, before easing forward to tuck his face against his throat, his body into the frame of k's shoulders, arms slipping around his hips. ]
Thanks. [ murphy mumbles out, quiet, against the collar of his shirt, slightly clinging in how he holds to him, slightly curling into his warmth. ]
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Emori's dead. [ because everyone's dead, everyone's gone, and that's what should've been expected the whole time, since that godforsaken rust bucket dropped him down onto hell. even with the eudio intermission -
nothing good lasts. and now, all that's left for her is spite. that's emori's legacy in him.
but kavinsky is here now, and even if that may not even last until tomorrow, it does mean something to him. murphy's wound tight like a trip wire, close to snapping, and it takes a considerable amount of effort for him to sigh out, shaky but slow, while he eases into the touch against his face, blinking his eyes open to watch kavinsky's cast to the side. watching the curve in his neck, murphy thinks for a moment or so, before easing forward to tuck his face against his throat, his body into the frame of k's shoulders, arms slipping around his hips. ]
Thanks. [ murphy mumbles out, quiet, against the collar of his shirt, slightly clinging in how he holds to him, slightly curling into his warmth. ]