[ they make a good team, and they've never needed anyone else beyond themselves - if anyone's likely to survive this place, it'll be the two of them, working together. if nothing else, murphy thinks, having no sign of clarke and bellamy honestly improves his chances more than not. they have a habit of finding situations that'll make more bodies, and murphy never intends to be one of them.
now, he ends to make sure emori isn't one either. maybe that means he'll end up risking more himself with someone attached, but she's worth it, he thinks. she'd been worth it to go up the polis tower, worth it now as well, and as he tugs her close again, arms around her back squeezing her tight, he can't help thinking how grateful he is that, for once, he was wrong about 'here, when someone leaves, they don't come back'. ]
I'm good. You know me. [ survivalist. which is in pretty direct contrast to the fact he'd gone up that tower on a suicide mission just to get her back, but that ought to say more about his feelings for her than anything else. more than he can get past the lump in his throat, that he swallows back against, as murphy ducks his head to kiss at her temple again. ]
Let's find some place to hide out for now. Food, some clothes that don't make us stick out so much. [ he lifts a hand, petting over her cheek, back into her hair, looking over her features with a pained kind of longing. he'd missed her. ] Get some rest.
[ Emori does know John Murphy and that's why she's not completely sure that he is good or is as good as he says. They're alive, that's what matters at the moment, later, if they find a safe place better than this there might be some further discussion to be had. For now, they needed to figure out where they were if not why they were there.
All she knows for sure is that it is not the City of Light. ]
Maybe something to wash your hands with [ She adds, a hint of a smile and it's not that the black blood bothers her all that much but maybe... a little. It would be nice if they could clean up a bit but food and clothes are certainly more important. She leans into his touch and more than ever it feels real. He feels real and even if there are so many unknowns she really couldn't have been happier. ]
[ john murphy is very rarely completely good, but with emori here with him, and safe for the most immediate part, he's better than he's been in a while. she's the only thing he's found on this planet or the ark worth wanting, and god, does he feel like things are finally okay now that he has her back. okay enough for him, at least. the rest is just Same Shit, Different Day.
he's reminded of that when she mentions his hands, and murphy's eyes trail back down to the blackness drying on his palm. ] Yeah, that'd be nice. Getting kinda morbid.
[ that whole experience was just... something he'd like to wash from his mind forever, thanks. bowing his head, murphy touches his forehead to hers, quietly soaking in her presence, before he reluctantly pulls away, taking her hand in his again, tugging her down the alley. ]
Guess we'll find out. Think they have clothes lines here?
Just now getting morbid? [ She questions him playfully, a smile curling on her lips easily. Her eyes close when their foreheads press together and their faces so close like they're breathing the same air and for a moment she can almost forget everything else but this small space that she and Murphy share. ]
That's probably also something we'll find out. [ As they're moving down the alley her eyes are now searching for clothes that might be hung out. What kind of city was this? It's utterly unfamiliar even if there are bits of pieces that seem similar to something else she might've seen once or twice. ]
Ah there! [ She points down further where there is a blessed clothing line with actual clothes on it -- who knows if there's going to be anything that would work for them though. ]
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now, he ends to make sure emori isn't one either. maybe that means he'll end up risking more himself with someone attached, but she's worth it, he thinks. she'd been worth it to go up the polis tower, worth it now as well, and as he tugs her close again, arms around her back squeezing her tight, he can't help thinking how grateful he is that, for once, he was wrong about 'here, when someone leaves, they don't come back'. ]
I'm good. You know me. [ survivalist. which is in pretty direct contrast to the fact he'd gone up that tower on a suicide mission just to get her back, but that ought to say more about his feelings for her than anything else. more than he can get past the lump in his throat, that he swallows back against, as murphy ducks his head to kiss at her temple again. ]
Let's find some place to hide out for now. Food, some clothes that don't make us stick out so much. [ he lifts a hand, petting over her cheek, back into her hair, looking over her features with a pained kind of longing. he'd missed her. ] Get some rest.
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All she knows for sure is that it is not the City of Light. ]
Maybe something to wash your hands with [ She adds, a hint of a smile and it's not that the black blood bothers her all that much but maybe... a little. It would be nice if they could clean up a bit but food and clothes are certainly more important. She leans into his touch and more than ever it feels real. He feels real and even if there are so many unknowns she really couldn't have been happier. ]
Is rest a luxury we have?
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he's reminded of that when she mentions his hands, and murphy's eyes trail back down to the blackness drying on his palm. ] Yeah, that'd be nice. Getting kinda morbid.
[ that whole experience was just... something he'd like to wash from his mind forever, thanks. bowing his head, murphy touches his forehead to hers, quietly soaking in her presence, before he reluctantly pulls away, taking her hand in his again, tugging her down the alley. ]
Guess we'll find out. Think they have clothes lines here?
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That's probably also something we'll find out. [ As they're moving down the alley her eyes are now searching for clothes that might be hung out. What kind of city was this? It's utterly unfamiliar even if there are bits of pieces that seem similar to something else she might've seen once or twice. ]
Ah there! [ She points down further where there is a blessed clothing line with actual clothes on it -- who knows if there's going to be anything that would work for them though. ]