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ii. canon ‚ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ii. modern ‚ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄᴋs. ii. 6 year gap ‚ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ( ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ‚ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ) ii. int ‚ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ & sᴛɪʟʟ‚ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.
damnfoxed / fox !
“Stop squirming so much,” she laughed. “I don’t even want to touch you unless you’re still.” The last thing she wanted was Murphy’s hair to come out uneven- he’d never let her live it down. “I’m not going to cut you, I swear.” She had used to cut her own hair and while boys’ hair was different, she figured it could be that different. Hair was hair. Figure out how you want it, cut little by little so you had room for error and you’d be fine.
❛ REMIND ME AGAIN, why i agreed to let you do this ? ❜ there’s a quiet, breathy chuckle that falls into his lap. he could feel her fingers working through what were now unruly locks and while he wasn’t too worried about the outcome of his hair, he couldn’t help but cringe every time he felt cold metal brush his skin. ❛ how’s it lookin’ ? you’re not shaving me bald, are you ? ❜
@headstrongblake : i want you to remember me after i’m dead .
EYES CAST GLANCE TO OCTAVIA , a line forming faintly between brows. i want you to remember me after i’m dead , she says , and for a moment , he doesn’t know what to say. octavia and dead didn’t go together , and the thought wasn’t one that mind took to processing easily. ❛ yeah , right. ❜ he drawls. eyes flicker toward shot glass in hand , and : ❛ ‘m starting to think you might be harder to kill than i am. ❜
otvblake· / octavia !
it’s a sight to see. blodreina seeming hesitant. afraid, perhaps? she’s cautious and slow as she approaches the male, watching him with each step that she takes. her expression is anything but hardened, and in fact, it’s obvious that her walls are down in this very moment. she’s thankful that there’s nobody else other than them.
“ you know how it feels to be hated by everyone. how do you make it hurt less? ”
vulnerable. so damn vulnerable.
EARS PERK AT THE SOUND of her voice . he hadn’t expected company , especially by that of octavia . ( none other than blodreina herself ! ) he’d heard the stories ; the horrors that had taken place in that bunker . how couldn’t he ? octavia was in hot water now , that much was clear . ( and oh , did murphy know how that felt . )
❛ you don’t . ❜ he answers finally . the taste of liquor coats his tongue , eyes glossed over in a buzzed haze . and as he cranes his head to look at her from where he sat at the bar , he hates to think that he looks just as vulnerable as she . ( as tired , exhausted . as broken . ) hell was a demented place . he supposed she’d been to a hell of her own and back , too .
he’s talking now , and maybe it’s the alcohol that coaxes it out of him , or maybe it’s just because he has something to say . murphy doesn’t know , but with cracks in his armor , it’s too late . ❛ it hurts , and it’s aggravating . and no matter how much good you do , it’s never enough . you’ll pay , and you’ll keep paying . ❜ and he’s shifting in his seat . gaze drops for a moment , the guilt and pain and fear a little too strong and the feeling of vulnerability a little too uncomfortable for him right now . he tosses back another shot as though to wash the feeling away , and he tries not to think of his mother . ( like mother like son , says the devil in his head . the thought makes him sick . )
there’s a clink as glass meets wood , and pale knuckle is sliding octavia an extra glass . ❛ just give it time . ❜ he says . ❛ redemption doesn’t happen overnight ; all you can do is wait and hope whatever god’s out there lets you have it . ❜
damnstory· , bellamy !
@hevives· : liked for a starter.
“ murphy ––– ” there’s so much tension between these two, and bellamy knows he’s just as much to blame for it. his visceral heart still has trouble trusting the fugitive, but his mind knows that murphy’s on his side now. it’s in his best interest to be nice to bellamy, to play along with the council’s new golden boy. the rebel king doesn't realize that he’s one of the privileged now. his leadership and influence have given him the voice he’s always craved. when he looks at the other boy, he’s not a chancellor : he’s a friend. “ take care of ‘em for me . ” a dying man’s last request. bellamy knows that once he goes into that mountain, he might never come out and the hundred the forty - eight surviving deliquents will lose a set of helping hands. the odds are stacked against them … but what choice do they have ? life is a fight ; if they surrender, they die.
THE TENSION IN HIS BONES is almost as thick as the cloud of it that hangs around the two. jaw clenches as he hears bellamy break the silence , gaze flicking toward the other expectantly. there was a softness in the gaze that didn’t quite match the ache in his jaw from the clenched teeth , nor the shoulders that had been tied in knots for days. it was a hard decision , one that had been coming , and one murphy didn’t know what to do with. take care of 'em for me , the elder is saying. and had the situation , or timing , been any different , murphy might’ve scoffed. grinned. he might have taken the task with a sense of pride. but the timing wasn’t right , nor was the situation , and the words didn’t sit well with him. now , he wasn’t just a boy hungry for power and acceptance. he , too , was a friend -- despite the differences.
❛ you say that like you’re not coming back . ❜ murphy states. it was a death sentence , that much was certain. so why , again , was this the game plan ?
❛ come on , bellamy . . . ❜ it was a useless fight that he was picking , and murphy knew that. but it was sincere. ❛ you know i can’t lead ( care for ) these people ––❜ something he would never have admitted just a week prior. ❛ let’s think of a better plan. ❜
waldenborn , helo !
the thrill of the fight still hums in him as he fights, with blood and destruction burning around them. but it seems that all helo can focus on is murphy, with fight between his knuckles. “you gonna kiss me or what? it’s kind of tradition, isn’t it?”
THE SOUND OF HELO’S VOICE coaxes attention ; a face streaked in blood and dirt is turning to look at him, and for a moment, he’s taken aback. chest still heaves from the fight, and slowly, there’s a twitch of a grin that flickers across chapped lips. how could he have forgotten ? it felt like years ago now, the kiss of fear that had been shared on the last battlefield.
❛ depends -- you gonna flirt with death again ? ❜ and it’s said with a sense of tease, but there’s an underlying fear there. one that murphy didn’t want to address aloud.
and then it happens; after seconds of studying the face of the other, murphy gives no warning. for a moment, he forgets the chaos happening around them, and remembers what it was like on that battlefield before. he remembers helo, seemingly lifeless. he remembers that sick feeling in his gut when he’d seen him and the sense of loss that made murphy want to hurl. and here they are again : fighting a battle that seems impossible, and just as he’d done all those months ago, murphy kisses him.
THE HALLS OF THE ARK were eerie, haunted by memories of what now felt like a lifetime ago and illuminated in a dreary fluorescence. the past pricked at murphy's nerves, and for a moment, the thought of the lighthouse bunker crossed his mind. he'd die of starvation eventually, sure . . . but could it have been better than this god - forsaken place ?
there's a damp rag in his dry hands, and murphy takes a step toward the window. a soft, relenting scoff rolls off his lips at her remark, and murphy knows the feeling. hell, he'd probably say the same.
i should've gone down fighting, she says. there's a soft silence that hangs between the two for a moment, eyes still on the sight of the earth now engulfed in flames. again. their lives and everything they'd dreamed of . . . fought for.
" why ? " he asks, gaze shifting to the girl warrior beside him. " so you can be dead, too ? " he shakes his head, looking back to the irradiated planet. he agreed, jaha didn't deserve to live . . . not after alie, and certainly not after casting them out. again.
" 've got nothing but time now . . . " he trails. " give it five years and we'll be back. " attention shifts back down to the rag. then to octavia. " you'll get your revenge. " and of that, he had no doubt.
" for now, though, you need to take off that spacesuit. " he tries again. he hadn't been through nearly what the other had, and even his body was aching. " c'mon octavia, you were in the rain. in battle. not like that thing's comfy anyway. "
@hevives asked: i can’t help you if you won’t let me .
" I don't need anyone's help. " Octavia’s utterance, razor - rough in the back of her mouth and thick with exhaustion, almost fell flat against the unrelenting whir of alpha station's abused hydraulics and air scrubbers. Sounds she'd never thought, in a hundred years, she'd hear again after so long on the ground.
In the aftermath of their struggle up into space, she could hardly shield from Murphy the truth. That she hurt. That, under the thin carapace of her spacesuit, her skin chafed with fresh radiation burns and cuts and deep, aching bruises: all markers of the ill fated conclave, of a lengthy and unforgiving war — of wounds garnered in a battle of honor that Jaha's deceit had dashed in a moment of selfishness, and rendered utterly futile.
No abundance of still - shining stars outside the airlock or clean, repurposed air could pull her from the memory of the sound Roan had made when he'd drowned. Couldn't block out the thought of Indra, down there in the crypt of the first commander, awaiting a certain death she could've saved her from.
Jaha deserved her sword as much as Pike had.
" I never thought we'd be back here, " she breathed, gaze trained on the curve of the Earth down below, instead of on Murphy's. " I could have stopped Jaha. I should have gone down fighting. "
MURPHY CAN HARDLY LOOK AWAY, the sight of a dead man was not something he'd anticipated to run into on his search with echo. on the ground, sure . . . who was this man, he wondered. a father, maybe ? why die here ?
there's a soft nod in agreement, echo's comment pulling him from his thoughts. there's a ghost of a grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth at her question. she certainly was not wrong about monty and raven's near often freak - outs.
" we float 'em. " murphy says. the same fate that'd met his own father, along with countless others on the ring. of course, that was execution. murder.
gaze shifts to echo, and he forgets for a moment that she might not fully understand what he means by that. taking a step toward the man, murphy crouches down at his feet. " help me get him to the airlock chamber, " and almost reluctantly, hands grasp at decaying ankles. oh, how he didn't miss this place.
@hevives asked: ‘ maybe he died of boredom . ’ for echo!
stumbling across a dead body is perhaps the most familiar thing that's happened to echo in the six months that they've lived in space. it took nearly a week for her to reliably open the doors and turn on the artificial lights. even now, she finds herself spending the bulk of her hours aimlessly wandering the ring, waiting for raven to ask her to move heavy boxes or hold equipment, her strength one of the only useful skills she still has on a floating piece of tek. but this...
the leathered skin of the desiccated corpse is no different than that of the pour souls who'd found themselves lost in azgeda's caves, caught in the frozen wasteland of winter and left to rot. with one knee up, one leg stretched out in front of him, murphy's comment is a real possibility. whether he was left behind or stayed by choice, it's easy to imagine why someone here alone would sit down and never get back up again.
"not the most dignified way to go," echo murmurs, crouching down to inspect the body with a slightly closer eye. everything is worth something here, she's learned. "what did you do with your dead? given how much raven and monty panic over the slightest fire, i can't imagine you burned them."
❛ why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies? ❜ from @waldenstationed !
MURPHY HAD BEEN TO HELL , had felt what waits for him on the other side. it was pure desperation & fear that lead him along the path to immortality . . . one that left him worse off than before, leaving a path of betrayal in his wake.
raven was right; if hell was what he wanted to avoid, the answer was morality, not immortality. and now he had to help clean up their mess . . . maintain peace. the road out of hell was long, and murphy was just beginning.
there's a flash of guilt in murphy's eyes and a tension that settles in his jaw. ❛ i didn't know, ❜ he says. he still sees abby when he closes his eyes . . . the guilt a knife in his gut. ignorance didn't matter now, though. the truth of the matter was: he'd gotten her killed. just like his own father.
❛ i'm sorry. ❜ murphy breathes. ❛ believe me or don't . . . but i'm sorry, helo. ❜