Keep forgetting you're getting the 30 Days of Night experience in there. Yeah, we've got regular daylight hours. But if you're asking about me personally, I could probably be getting more.
Look, I know you don't like the woods, but you should come stay with us till this crap blows over. Just in case they decide to roll the cages or whatever out again.
look i appreciate it, but it's okay I wanna be around, people need help out here, especially some of the new people they don't know how to navigate this
murphy, come on the only people I have anything to worry about from are out in the caves, and stephen strange put up wards on my apartment in case I need to lock down
[ He tries to beat news of the chaos to Murphy the next morning--tough to do when there's no sunshine alerting him to time to wake up, when his body is too hurt and too heavy to rouse on its own. It's already midafternoon when he sounds off: ]
hey I'm gonna stay out of the apothecary for a day or two, it got hit last night
I'm not trying to get on your case, Quentin. I just thought--
[That Quentin was safe. Enough. Wards and lack of threats and the promise he'd come out to the cabin if necessary. But it wasn't enough, and he can't blame Quentin for it. Just wishes he could stop being useless and helpless.]
[ From where he's languishing on the sofa, he tries to open up the connection broader. To show off that he's secure, he's safe, please don't. His soreness comes through, his fear of being seen like this, his mortification. Loneliness, too deepset to be new but terribly acute. ]
[The thing is that Murphy hates talking like this. Just words, just voice. He has to fake it, did it before to hide his experience with telepathy, does it now to not make anyone uncomfortable. But Quentin expands the narrow breadth of the connection between them, and Murphy loosens. Takes a breath, drops the mask.]
( How many times have you looked after me now? And then I wasn't there when you needed me. )
[No judgement, no pity. Anger and concern present, but muted, woven into a heavy blanket of kinship, understanding. Just wanting to be there. The sense that he won't have the chance to, because he'd let Quentin down once, and that failure means Quentin will now always reach for others instead.]
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did you hear they killed the woman that turned?
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You okay?
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dinged up from trying to get her to drop Svetlana
worried abt the mood around here
are you getting any sun there?
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Look, I know you don't like the woods, but you should come stay with us till this crap blows over. Just in case they decide to roll the cages or whatever out again.
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look i appreciate it, but it's okay
I wanna be around, people need help out here, especially some of the new people
they don't know how to navigate this
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the only people I have anything to worry about from are out in the caves, and stephen strange put up wards on my apartment in case I need to lock down
I'm literally medical help, I can't just ditch
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1/2
keep me in mind, you can tell me the sun is still coming up and going down
2/2 . mar 22
hey
I'm gonna stay out of the apothecary for a day or two, it got hit last night
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[ Not just a lie, but one that breaks the promise he made to Murphy after the All Sight. Say it, even if it sucks. Say it. ]
i mean no not really, a couple guys kicked the shit out of me
But no broken bones, not a ton of bleeding, and I'm safe now
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You said anyone you had to worry about was out in the caves.
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[ The name has come up more frequently in the last two months; they got close while Murphy was incapacitated. ]
give me a break, I didn't know the town was going to fall apart during the moot hall yesterday
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[That Quentin was safe. Enough. Wards and lack of threats and the promise he'd come out to the cabin if necessary. But it wasn't enough, and he can't blame Quentin for it. Just wishes he could stop being useless and helpless.]
Are you at the boarding house?
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idk if I could stay in the boarding house lol I couldn't even stay in my apartment, I got so spooked
[ lol lol lmfao ]
I'm sorry for not listening
you were right
how sick are you of being right lol
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Show me what his place looks like? I'm on my way. And don't be sorry. It isn't on you that this screwed up crap keeps happening.
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You're not coming into town
If it's not safe for ME how the hell is it safe for YOU
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[ From where he's languishing on the sofa, he tries to open up the connection broader. To show off that he's secure, he's safe, please don't. His soreness comes through, his fear of being seen like this, his mortification. Loneliness, too deepset to be new but terribly acute. ]
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( How many times have you looked after me now? And then I wasn't there when you needed me. )
[No judgement, no pity. Anger and concern present, but muted, woven into a heavy blanket of kinship, understanding. Just wanting to be there. The sense that he won't have the chance to, because he'd let Quentin down once, and that failure means Quentin will now always reach for others instead.]
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Murphy, I'm. Murphy, I'm. I'm fucked up. I fucked up. I just--don't--
[ Murphy knows the feeling: this will drive you away from me. ]
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( I'm coming. Show me where. )
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