#c; murph

[lostgabi]

Gabi/Murph + End

5 minutes | Accepting eternally | @semperardens

It was over in an instant. She had taken everything she could get her hands on, poured it into her veins, and fell back onto the cold, dirty bathroom tiles. She was counting them when everthing hit. When her vision swam. Her son was before her now. Grown up and looking at her with hatred. Her family, holding onto him. Hating her. 

It was not a drift off. It was not pleasant. Her heart felt like it may burst from her chest. Breathing hurt. Breathing hurt bad. She shook. Bit her tongue. After that, Gabi didn’t feel anything. Hear anything. There was nothing. Nothing but a voice, angry. Then panicked. 

But, she couldn’t come back.

It was a drift now. Her heart was done. Her lungs too. And when the end came, she was almost smiling.

[lostgabi]

Gabi/Murph + Future

5 minutes | Accepting eternally | @semperardens

She couldn’t even hold her son. He was in one of those incubators. He was too small, too underdeveloped, for her to be allowed to hold him. The best she could do was to put her hand through the hole, let him touch her finger, though he was not yet strong enough to hold her fingers.

Gabi had called Murphy. When she went into labor. She had called again, left another message, when she had recovered from giving birth. Told him he had a son. It was not going to be some epic reunion, or any sort of happy day if he did show up, but she thought he should know.

Days passed. Paul Jacob was fighting. He should have died, could have. Something in him wouldn’t let it happen. The tiny baby fought though, and more days came and went with Gabi, getting clean now, watching. When he finally did squeeze her finger, it was enough to have her cry laughing. And she left him yet another message, telling Murphy his son was going to live. That he was strong. 

The sweet boy was her joy. He was her future and why she kept fighting herself. 

[bekahxsweetheartarchive]

@saviorpunkjunkiepsycho x.

“Tell me how exactly I’m supposed to understand this, Rebekah!” He demanded, starting to pace the floor, hands up in exasperation. “You just told me that you’re something out of a fucking movie, a story book. Vampire?! That’s a myth, a legend, and you say, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m Dracula.’ How the fuck do you think I’m going to react to that? Is Santa real too? Did I stop getting toys because I stopped believing? Is this a dream?”

“You... you just do. I’m tired of having to hide it.” And could not anymore with a baby vampire that had to be close to her until her training was complete. Bullet was not overly good at hiding what she was, and Rebekah had to have Murphy near. So now was the time. She grabbed his arm, jerked him to her with her real strength, the vampire strength. Her eyes changed subtly, going slightly red. “Dracula is a myth. Santa is a myth.  I am not. And if you really think about it, you’ll know you’ve known for a long time.” She let him go. “I still love you though. But if you don’t love me anymore....” she would compel him to stay.

[bekahxsweetheartarchive]

rough touch - Murph

Rough touch meme | Accepting | @saviorpunkjunkiepsycho

The fact that she was a vampire pretending humanity with this man made her life difficult at times. She feared being herself. But the fact that he treated her so.. normal... that was a treat. He didn’t know she was an immortal Original, so he didn’t treat her a such.

They fought. They fucked. They laughed and loved each other.

It was perfect, even in the midst of the fighting. This time, shouting was happening, and Rebekah kept her powers in check, playing human, enjoying feeling so vulnerable with him. Murphy was passionate, very much so, and anger could turn quickly to another emotion with him. He was angry at her, and truthfully, she was angry at herself. Had she known that her shopping friend had nearly killed Murphy, she would have ended her.

“You do not need to tell me how I’ve screwed up, Murphy. Get out of my face. I am aware! Do you hear me? I know I fucked up. She deserves to rot and I made nice, but you had never, never told me her name before! I’d have ripped her heart out and presented it to you on a platter had I known!” He, of course, thought that was a metaphor. 

His eyes met hers, the fire in them changing subtly. And then he pulled her in, fingers wrapped in her hair, his grip painful and arousing, before he crushed his lips to hers, bruising her mouth.

[insomniacarchived]

”That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. We DO need a safe word.” (Murph and Temp lol)

Some meme I can’t find | Not accepting | @saviorpunkjunkiepsycho

“Fine, but it has to be something that immediately gets us out of the mood.” Temp paused. “Dead puppies?”

[bekahxsweetheartarchive]

@saviorpunkjunkiepsycho (From here)

“Which world? Like the actual one – Earth, you know? Or a fantasy one? Or Mars? Ooooh oh! Or the one Scientologist say their lord guy is from?” He blinked at her, playing dumb before breaking and letting out a laugh. “Or do you mean all of this.” Murph motioned to the room around them before wrapping his arms around her. “My world?”

“Like... One you wouldn’t understand, so I would say a fantasy world.” She meant when her family had been made, when they had carved out an entire world for themselves. He wouldn’t understand, since he didn’t know what she was. Rebekah mused on it a moment longer, feeling melancholy. “You cannot understand how much things have changed, how I’ve changed.”

She looked up and cracked a smile as his arms wound around her, warming her. “That was smooth as can be, Murphy Taggart. I love you, my brash Irishman.”

[insomniacarchived]

A Little Family Reunion || Murph, Ro, and Declan

@saviorpunkjunkiepsycho || @fullofvoices

Declan had spent a morning at a workshop for work, all about dealing with victims of hate crime. Those were on the rise in the city and damned if it wasn’t straining resources trying to find someone who specialized. Now, he was at least working on that. 

It so happened the workshop was only a few blocks over from Murph’s bar. They weren’t on good terms, but hell, it would be rude to not stop by, least to his way of thinking.

He peered into the dimly lit bar when he arrived, the sunlight from outside causing a few folks scattered around tables to squint like some sort of cavedweller. He guessed if they had spent all day there, they were. The place looked and smelled like every other dive bar in American and a lot of Irish ones too. Maybe Murph was going for the Irish pub feel, maybe Murph was just Irish and it showed. Either way, Declan was comfortable nearly instantly as he slid up onto a barstool and ran his hands over the scarred yet smooth bartop. Pretty girl behind the bar. He smiled at her. “Whiskey, and is Murph around?” Winking, he leaned closer. “Promise he doesn’t owe me money.”

[bekahxsweetheartarchive]

{ @saviorpunkjunkiepsycho cont. from here x} 

He knew that there was something inhuman about her. Rebekah could feel it. She’d ceased being so careful around him. Proximity led her to be lax in her charade of being a human. She needed less sleep, she never suffered when she drowned her nights in champagne. The locked freezer might even be a give away that something was amiss. 

Yet, he took the cowards way out and was planning to leave her. 

To say his question was preposterous was an understatement, and she slammed the glass in her hand down onto the side table as she rose. 

“Ridiculous. Are you such a coward then? You hide behind glib statements and idiotic questions, or worse, leaving without demanding the truth?” Eyes wide, and even a little hurt, she advanced, hand resting over his on the knob. “Willful ignorance isn’t a good look on you, Murphy.” Rebekah ghosted her lips across his. “Don’t leave me. Stay and we can keep up this life of decadence and hedonism. You don’t want to give it all up over fear, do you?”