[ Murphy feels the weight of Ronan's hand on his shoulder. It's comforting and warm. He lets himself get pulled and doesn't bother moving away. Murphy is starved of a lot of things. Attention. Affection. Touch. And if Ronan is going to give him at least one of those things, Murphy is going to openly accept it. ]
And you're not just saying that because we share the same face?
My brother has this face, too, and I can barely stand him.
[ No, really, he loves Declan. But he didn't always. And what Ronan doesn't mention - although Murphy can find it in his memories, if he goes looking - is that he's sacrificed hundreds of Ronan clones to save his own life. Resemblance alone is hardly something that will endear someone to him. Murphy is so much more than a face.
When Murphy doesn't pull away, Ronan brings his other arm around and draws him into an embrace. ]
Not to freak you out, but I know everything about you and you still haven't sent me running. I don't think it's gonna happen.
[ This is something, he has found, that people need to be reminded about every now and then. Eventually, maybe they'll learn: Ronan does not leave. Ronan is left behind.
Now that Murphy's relaxing into his arms, Ronan keeps him cradled close, content to hold him for as long as he needs to be held. It can be hours. It can be days. In a dream, time makes very little sense, anyway. His fingers comb through Murphy's hair, just like they did earlier, tender and soothing. ]
Been a long time since someone loved you unconditionally, right? It's gonna take getting used to.
[ This is so nice, nice and warm. He hasn't been hugged since his father died.
He is overcome with emotions suddenly, his eyes are welling up with tears and Murphy closes them so tight. It takes all of his strength to keep himself from unraveling, from breaking down right in front of Ronan. Even though Murphy is sure that Ronan has seen him in various states of emotion. ]
[ After all, they're already inside the place where emotions are held. Whether Murphy's putting on a brave face or not, Ronan can feel all of that sorrow and turmoil. If they want to avoid a nightmare, Murphy should seek catharsis while he can. ]
I'm just so fucking tired. [ Mental exhaustion. Tired from being alone and isolated. Tired of being treated like shit on the bottom of someone's boot.
Tired of being unloved and unwanted.
Murphy wraps his arms around Ronan, clinging to fistfuls of his shirt from behind. ] Please, please, [ Murphy's voice cracks. ] I just - be my safe place. Don't let me go. [ His voice is sopping wet. ]
[ Few ever have the occasion to see Ronan himself unguarded, as tender and sweet as he had been before he'd lost his own family. He can be unrecognizable to those who have only ever known him as sharp and venomous.
Here, with Murphy in his arms, every edge has softened. Murphy is enveloped in him, and although they were standing just a moment ago, they're now resting on a bed so that Murphy no longer has to exert the effort to remain upright. Cradling him with one arm, Ronan's other hand brushes Murphy's cheek. ]
I won't let go.
[ He bows his head, pressing a kiss into Murphy's hair, and promises in a whispered mantra: ]
[ They are in a bed in what appears to be Murphy's room. Things are different but he hasn't noticed the changes yet. He is still very caught up in the moment with all of his emotions bubbling up to the surface.
He's curled himself against Ronan, wetting his shirt with his tears. This is his dream, no one is going to see Murphy in this state, just Ronan. Murphy has opened himself up, showing this vulnerable and delicate facet that he is made up of. Scared, broken, angry, someone who just wants to be loved. ] I wish I came here sooner.
[ Ronan wishes Murphy had been given every opportunity he'd had. To have been born somewhere he could dance in the rain. To have fallen asleep to a song every night. Exile had nearly killed Ronan, but even then, someone had been waiting for him on the other side, ready to take him in and give him a home.
When Murphy was abandoned and left for dead, no one had come to his rescue.
Ronan continues to caress his cheek, wiping away what tears haven't been soaked up. Outside of the dream, a rage would have flared up by now. But rage isn't what Murphy needs from him, so his heart remains quiet. ]
You're here now. And I'm here. And I'll give you everything you never had.
[ Murphy sniffs up the tears that had settled just below his nose and uses his sleeve to dry up what is still left.
In Murphy's dream, they are still in his room. A wall had vanished and opened itself up to a vast forest. If they'd stop and listen, birds are singing in the distance. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping. But Murphy's attention doesn't bleed outside of them, outside of Ronan. He looks up, scoots himself so he's able to look at Ronan in his eyes, they're so big and blue. ] There's a whole lot I never had.
[ Ronan may be acutely aware of every change in their surroundings, but his focus seems to be fixed on Murphy alone. He holds Murphy's gaze, his expression still softened with fondness. And a touch, maybe, of the mischief native to his fairytale nature. ]
You don't get tired of it, [ He asks, curious. ] Being an infinite resource. You don't feel like you're being used? [ Murphy knows that Ronan can literally be used but that's not what Murphy is asking.
He would have turned his gaze by now, cutting whatever connection they had, but Murphy is content just looking at Ronan. Content being this close to someone.
[ Ronan is touched by that concern and highly pleased that Murphy felt moved to ask. ]
This is what I live for.
[ His expression takes on a wry quality. ]
Literally. I'll stop existing if I don't dream. And it's easier for me to dream with someone else than it is to do it alone. So yeah, I guess I feel used, but it's a good feeling.
Besides, it's not like you're forcing me. I chose you.
[ Yes, Ronan. This baby bird has taken a liking to you. Murphy feels safe around you. ]
You're not worried about the people you don't chose? [ Murphy murmurs, his curiosity always there. Faintly, with his fingertips, Murphy touches Ronan's face. Cold fingers tracing the line of his jaw. It's still weird, looking at himself. Looking at himself that's not a reflection. ]
[ Ronan remains still while Murphy's fingers explore his features, though there isn't any tension in that stillness. He seems perfectly happy to be touched at the moment - the very opposite vibe he gives to almost anyone else in any other situation. ]
People are always coming for me, sure. But Kylo can sense where I am and what I'm feeling. He'd know if something was wrong, so anyone trying to trap me would regret their life choices real quick.
Yeah, I wouldn't want to fuck around with Kylo [ , Murphy confesses. Kylo is built like a steel wall and probably could rip a person with his bare hands. ] Not on purpose anyway.
[ Ronan laughs. He may be the only person Kylo has killed in this world, but Ronan has never been afraid of him and doubts he ever could be. Kylo Ren is absolutely a formidable enemy and a danger to everyone around him, but that means the demonstration of his power is rarely necessary. For someone with such a hot temper, he's extraordinarily disciplined. Ronan would know. He so loves challenging that restraint. ]
[ Ronan laughs and the room softens around them. The wall is still open, opened to all that green and blue. The other walls are not so dark, they lighten. A soft gray, greens and browns.
Natural tones because Murphy loves the ground. He just never loved the people on it. ] He just looks like he's ready to kill.
[ Murphy chuckles and maybe it sounds a little on the flat side. ] You two are in for a ride. [ His dry smugness wipes away when Ronan touches him and then his face softens. ]
[ It's strange for Ronan, hearing talk like that from someone who looks just like him. He's been considered exceptionally beautiful his whole life, including his most awkward teenage years. He couldn't go anywhere without girls fawning over him and boys obsessing over him. A year since his TV show went off the air and cameras still follow him everywhere. Nearly every time he dreams with someone, it turns into a dream about him.
Murphy's identical to him in almost every way. Their differences are entirely a matter of age. How has he been allowed to go so long believing that he's ugly? ]
Remind me later. I've got a bunch of magazines with your photoshoots in them.
[ Murphy can't quite explain why Ronan's face - even though they share the same one - looks better. Handsome. Gorgeous. That's what Murphy thinks. ]
Photoshoots? [ His brows knit together thoughtfully. ] Yeah, you're going to have to show me this. [ It is then that Murphy lets his attention drift away from Ronan's face. The room is different than when they first appeared. A lot more to his liking, to his personality. ] This is better.
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And you're not just saying that because we share the same face?
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[ No, really, he loves Declan. But he didn't always. And what Ronan doesn't mention - although Murphy can find it in his memories, if he goes looking - is that he's sacrificed hundreds of Ronan clones to save his own life. Resemblance alone is hardly something that will endear someone to him. Murphy is so much more than a face.
When Murphy doesn't pull away, Ronan brings his other arm around and draws him into an embrace. ]
Not to freak you out, but I know everything about you and you still haven't sent me running. I don't think it's gonna happen.
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That's good to know, [ he murmurs, resting his head on Ronan's shoulder. ] You not running away.
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Now that Murphy's relaxing into his arms, Ronan keeps him cradled close, content to hold him for as long as he needs to be held. It can be hours. It can be days. In a dream, time makes very little sense, anyway. His fingers comb through Murphy's hair, just like they did earlier, tender and soothing. ]
Been a long time since someone loved you unconditionally, right? It's gonna take getting used to.
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He is overcome with emotions suddenly, his eyes are welling up with tears and Murphy closes them so tight. It takes all of his strength to keep himself from unraveling, from breaking down right in front of Ronan. Even though Murphy is sure that Ronan has seen him in various states of emotion. ]
Yeah, [ Murphy whispers, his voice wet. ]
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[ After all, they're already inside the place where emotions are held. Whether Murphy's putting on a brave face or not, Ronan can feel all of that sorrow and turmoil. If they want to avoid a nightmare, Murphy should seek catharsis while he can. ]
I'm here for you. You don't have to hide from me.
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Tired of being unloved and unwanted.
Murphy wraps his arms around Ronan, clinging to fistfuls of his shirt from behind. ] Please, please, [ Murphy's voice cracks. ] I just - be my safe place. Don't let me go. [ His voice is sopping wet. ]
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Here, with Murphy in his arms, every edge has softened. Murphy is enveloped in him, and although they were standing just a moment ago, they're now resting on a bed so that Murphy no longer has to exert the effort to remain upright. Cradling him with one arm, Ronan's other hand brushes Murphy's cheek. ]
I won't let go.
[ He bows his head, pressing a kiss into Murphy's hair, and promises in a whispered mantra: ]
I won't let you go. I won't let go.
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He's curled himself against Ronan, wetting his shirt with his tears. This is his dream, no one is going to see Murphy in this state, just Ronan. Murphy has opened himself up, showing this vulnerable and delicate facet that he is made up of. Scared, broken, angry, someone who just wants to be loved. ] I wish I came here sooner.
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[ Ronan wishes Murphy had been given every opportunity he'd had. To have been born somewhere he could dance in the rain. To have fallen asleep to a song every night. Exile had nearly killed Ronan, but even then, someone had been waiting for him on the other side, ready to take him in and give him a home.
When Murphy was abandoned and left for dead, no one had come to his rescue.
Ronan continues to caress his cheek, wiping away what tears haven't been soaked up. Outside of the dream, a rage would have flared up by now. But rage isn't what Murphy needs from him, so his heart remains quiet. ]
You're here now. And I'm here. And I'll give you everything you never had.
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In Murphy's dream, they are still in his room. A wall had vanished and opened itself up to a vast forest. If they'd stop and listen, birds are singing in the distance. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping. But Murphy's attention doesn't bleed outside of them, outside of Ronan. He looks up, scoots himself so he's able to look at Ronan in his eyes, they're so big and blue. ] There's a whole lot I never had.
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Then you're lucky that I'm an infinite resource.
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He would have turned his gaze by now, cutting whatever connection they had, but Murphy is content just looking at Ronan. Content being this close to someone.
Just content. ]
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This is what I live for.
[ His expression takes on a wry quality. ]
Literally. I'll stop existing if I don't dream. And it's easier for me to dream with someone else than it is to do it alone. So yeah, I guess I feel used, but it's a good feeling.
Besides, it's not like you're forcing me. I chose you.
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You're not worried about the people you don't chose? [ Murphy murmurs, his curiosity always there. Faintly, with his fingertips, Murphy touches Ronan's face. Cold fingers tracing the line of his jaw. It's still weird, looking at himself. Looking at himself that's not a reflection. ]
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People are always coming for me, sure. But Kylo can sense where I am and what I'm feeling. He'd know if something was wrong, so anyone trying to trap me would regret their life choices real quick.
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He'd never hurt you.
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Natural tones because Murphy loves the ground. He just never loved the people on it. ] He just looks like he's ready to kill.
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[ Ronan reaches up, giving Murphy's chin an affectionate swipe of his thumb. ]
Plus you've got my face. He likes this face a lot.
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You just wear it better. Their face, he means.
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[ It's strange for Ronan, hearing talk like that from someone who looks just like him. He's been considered exceptionally beautiful his whole life, including his most awkward teenage years. He couldn't go anywhere without girls fawning over him and boys obsessing over him. A year since his TV show went off the air and cameras still follow him everywhere. Nearly every time he dreams with someone, it turns into a dream about him.
Murphy's identical to him in almost every way. Their differences are entirely a matter of age. How has he been allowed to go so long believing that he's ugly? ]
Remind me later. I've got a bunch of magazines with your photoshoots in them.
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Photoshoots? [ His brows knit together thoughtfully. ] Yeah, you're going to have to show me this. [ It is then that Murphy lets his attention drift away from Ronan's face. The room is different than when they first appeared. A lot more to his liking, to his personality. ] This is better.