#lawrencesmurphy

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"I-is this right? Can I move now?" — lawrencesmurphy

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Triumvirate || Tag: Lawrence & Dee

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He stepped a little fraction closer to Dee, the pianist's shoulder bumping against his arm. He tapped his fingertips tapping gently against the other man's wrist, before the younger man turned his hand up to hold Isaiah's. This time, all signs pointed to them doing it right.

"Are ya sure 'bout this, Dee?" A mischievous quirk of the lips up, as he tugged at his collar. All that remained was for one of them to reach up and knock on the door. One simple movement to either set the house of cards ablaze, for better or ill.

"I didn't even put on a tie for the occasion."

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13: hand kiss

He'd been exploring the back streets of Rapture for hours, combing through the trash and debris for clean paper and pencils, and he'd yet to hear a noise such as this. 

It wasn't a splicer, they didn't hiss so much as yowl, and this was too organic a noise to be some sort of pipe letting out steam. 

A cat, his mind volunteered to him, and he almost laughed. There was no way a cat had survived this long in Rapture once it had gone to hell, yet the persistent hissing seemed to belie that speculation. 

He turned slowly, not wanting to scare the beast, and nearly swung the pipe when he saw a human face peering out at him from the grime, eyes bright and very much aware. 

"Lawrence?" He asked, the name feeling odd on his tongue. He'd only heard it from Isaiah when the man had spoken of the man that collected cats--he hadn't believed him, of course, but now he wasn't so sure--and he wasn't sure if that was even the right name. 

He spotted the cat next, back arched, standing at the man's feet and hissing at Andrew steadily. 

"Seems that Salt doesn't think you're too bad a human," the man said, detaching himself from the shadows, face guarded despite the smile on his lips. "Lawrence is the name. You must be Andrew. I think we're both friends of Isaiah, right?"

He was decked out in a loose suit, top hat perched precariously on his head, bright red flowers tucked into the brim of it. An interesting character to be sure, childish in his dress and in his trust, but guarded all the same.

Andrew smiled at him, pipe tucked back into his belt.

"Andrew Duncan," he said, and grabbed the man's hand to kiss the back of it quickly before relinquishing it. "Nice to meet you, Lawrence; a friend of Isaiah's is a friend of mine," he continued, mischievous smile dimpling his cheeks.  

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♛ ((NERVOUS COUGHING...))

When all his friends have gone away, the cats are all asleep, and the fire crackles in the wrought-iron fireplace, Lawrence sits down to consider this: he is the last of his line. Not that he’s ever been a stickler for all this nonsense that his mother, bless her soul, always went on about marrying the right lady, but it’s a sobering thought nonetheless.

Forty-eight cats sure can make a lot of noise, but it’s not quite the same as human companionship at the end of the day. For one, they don’t talk back when you’re sad, save for mews and peeps. And another, they sure don’t kiss like people do.

Lawrence sets down his teacup with a quiet clink, and leans back in the armchair to consider this. Salt and Pepper are purring softly on his lap, his once-grand apartment is empty, and he is the last Murphy of this specific upper-class branch left alive in Rapture.

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"I did a bad thing."

"Lawrence." No response.

"Lawrence. Look at me. Listen to me.” He’s murmuring desperately, hands on either side of Lawrence’s face but the man still won’t meet his eyes. Another plea, softer and more insistent, as his friend’s shoulders start to shake uncontrollably, “You did what you had to.”

A muffled sob. The sound cuts him to the core, and he draws Lawrence into a tight hug. It should have been him, hands dripping with red and pistol smoking. Not Lawrence. Not anyone else.

"I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you."

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lawrencesmurphy replied to your post:spadebabe replied to your post:spadebabe replied...

[Sigh. And then quiet words.] Well in fact it does since I’m stuck here too, with all of you angry folk, but never you mind, Friend.. [Muffled sound of leaving the mic.]

Take care and don't let the angry Atlas rebels find you, Lawrence. They're not as nice as they seem, after all.

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houdiniowen replied to your post:houdiniowen replied to your...

Alright alright, sorry~ Let me know if you change your mind and you decide to talk.

We're done here.

lawrencesmurphy replied to your post:houdiniowen replied to your...

Mmmm~ He plays the piano!

[laughs] I think that's all of the hints I need.

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houdiniowen replied to your post:rusted-shut replied to...

You’re so cruel~ And it’s a little unfair to take your friend’s word for it without hearing my side of things.

Presumptuous and demanding? No wonder everyone loves you.

lawrencesmurphy replied to your post:rusted-shut replied to...

[Delighted giggling.] I like your version better and your voice is wonderful~! [His tone changes to one of disappointment after that.] But I’m afraid only one person knows where I live and I’m afraid to give my location out on the air waves.

Hah, thanks, cat. I suppose I'll just have to ask this someone then. Goin' to give me a hint, or you goin' to have me play twenty questions with you?