[ 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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[ 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.