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Murphy Pendleton ([personal profile] yardbird) wrote2012-08-01 01:45 am

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Residency of Murphy Pendleton and Anne Marie Cunningham @ Ataraxion.


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[ooc: Basically this post is for any miscellaneous pretendy funtimes that happen on the S. S. Pandorum, more specifically for anyone who just wants to visit Murphy's room for whatever reason. So if you want to just randomly drop in and say hi but don't feel like spamming the comm with logs and whatnot, shenanigans can happen here.

[P.S.: Action or prose format is fine... although a lot of people probably know by now that prose is my personal preference.]
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Re: [forward dated to 08/15 ~ closed to anne cunningham]

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-13 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
As for Anne, she's noticed. Obviously. She's noticed the ungodly amount of sleeping he's been doing lately, noticed that he seems more interested in going to bed than actually living. But she hasn't said anything. Rather, she's kept herself busy. Instead of confronting him or worrying she's been pulling extra Security shifts, covering for people who need it. Sometimes even convincing people to take a shift off so she can work more, so she can fill the time she'd normally be spending with him with work.

Not all of her time, of course. She's still found time to chat with Firo, to grab a drink with her fellow SEC officers. But being the enormous social butterfly she is, there's only so much time she can kill with people rather than work. But it's easier than trying to go to bed as early as he does. She's not even sure she can manage it. And then of course there are plenty of things she'd rather be doing with him in the evenings than sleeping and she'd rather have something to take her mind off of that.

And so today when she comes home from an extra shift that she left for roughly around the time Murphy went to sleep, she finds him in bed. Of course.

With a shake of her head, she hangs her utility belt on the back of a chair, kicks off her shoes, and sits on the edge of the bed with a long, exhausted sigh. It's nice to see Murphy sleeping so peacefully, but it does make her worry. Especially because the last time she routinely slept twelve hours a night, it was just after Frank's death. For several minutes she just sits and watches him sleep. She considers waking him up. But then he says his son's name and she just stops. She's worried all over again.

Instead of waking him she just gets in bed with him, still in her jeans. Not intending to sleep, just crawling under the covers and wiggling close to him between the sheets. She finds a place for her head under his chin and doesn't move.
Edited 2013-08-13 16:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-13 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Anne has no way of knowing, of course, that Murphy isn't talking to her. Or that he isn't really awake. He does shift to put his arms around her, and it feels good. Not that they don't go to sleep together like this every night, but he's been a little... absent. Not in body, but all this sleeping he's been doing has seriously diminished the waking time they've spent together. So it's good to hear, really. And she just scoots a bit closer.

"I've missed you too," she mutters softly into the warmth of his neck. Shifting a bit, she kisses him there, and the lack of reaction is all she needs to realize he's still asleep.

He seems so peaceful. He looks so content. But sleeping twelve hours a night is not normal for him, nor does it seem like he should be doing, in any case. She's worried. And so she puts aside her misgivings about waking him up and shifts to gently shake him by the shoulder.

"Murphy," she says, slightly less quietly. He's been sleeping all this time, after all. It's not like he'll still be tired when she wakes him. "Wake up."
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[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-15 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he's awake now, and that much is a relief. Scooting a little closer, she runs a hand over his forehead where his brows furrow, and momentarily she feels guilty for waking him. It fades quickly, however, that little flicker of guilt. He's been asleep the whole time she's been at work. That's more than long enough.

"Good morning," she says softly, watching him as he goes through the varying degrees of post-waking drowsiness. "Sorry for waking you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Because it's not as though she thought he was dead or anything. But all this sleeping he's been doing lately has been giving her cause for concern. No one needs to sleep that much. It makes her worry it's been depression that's making him sleep and that's enough to resolve to herself not to let him go back to sleep until she's thoroughly checked up on him.
savethebullshit: (concerned)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-20 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Anne can see that shock, and it's got a little stab of worry running through her chest. What the hell is that even about?

Somehow, waking up and checking on him has managed to make her even more worried about him than she was before. It was the opposite effect of what she'd been hoping for, and she swallows the lump of worry and just looks at him.

"Oh yeah?" she asks him, her tone of voice making it obvious just how little she's buying it. "I don't think so."

To give himself something like reassurance she moves a little closer to him, probably too close, and tries to forget the fact that he looked confused that she was in his bed at all. Then, she just looks at him, stares for a very long time.

"I don't think you are. You've been sleeping twelve hours a night. And that's all you've been doing." Not spending time with her, not being social. Just sleeping. "Is something wrong? What is it you're not telling me?"
savethebullshit: (not really sure...)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Raising an eyebrow, Anne watches as he rolls onto his back. She's worried about him right now, which consequently leads to her analyzing his every move. She's come to learn that it's a good way to deal with him; he won't always actually tell her when something is going on. Quite a lot of the time, she just has to watch. Murphy is a complicated person, but his body language isn't complicated, just like anyone else.

She's not sure what to make of this, though.

"You can say that all you like, but when someone's sleeping that much, they've either got jet lag-- and I think you're over any jet lag from coming here you might have had-- or there's something up." Her voice is firm, characteristically firm. And she gets up on one elbow, looks him in the face. There's nothing really harsh about her expression, but it's clear she means business.

"What are you not telling me?"
savethebullshit: (distance)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-20 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Anne isn't expecting that. Maybe it's because she thought the question was harmless enough, or because she's usually on such good terms with him that she actually forgets about that monster of a temper they both share. But it catches her off guard, enough that she doesn't respond with a quick snap back or yell like she normally would; instead, she just looks surprised and wounded, stares at him for a moment, and then rolls away from him.

"I'm just worried about you," she mutters, hurt as well as irritation evident in her tone. "You didn't have to take my head off. If you'd rather I can give you plenty of opportunities to catch up on your sleep in the future. I'm sure we can find a couch somewhere." Right about now, she's wishing she'd just not bothered waking him in the first place. Some bright idea that was, Cunningham.

And then, her shoulders just slump as the brief moment of irritation leaves her and she just feels sad. "I'm sorry," she says, and means it. "I just... I don't know. The last time I slept like that, it was..." After what happened to Frank. She doesn't want to finish. Instead she just shakes her head and unconsciously curls in on herself a little. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
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[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, Anne almost just lets go completely and weeps when he comes close, when he puts his arm around her and takes her hand. But instead she holds it together and pushes closer, feeling her back mold against the plane of his front and slowly, she relaxes.

It's good to hear him say he's sorry, good to know that it was just a momentary snap of temper and that he's not actually angry with her, that it's something else. But at the same time whatever that something else is, she's not going to be able to get it out of him easily. Turning her head so she can kiss his cheek, she whispers another apology. But the way his voice broke... that's got her worried all over again. Because there is something wrong.

"Murphy..." she whispers, rolling over to face him so she can cup his cheeks in her hands. "I'm sorry. I just..." she doesn't know what to say. "I love you. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Or don't. If you don't want to talk, we can just lie here like this. It's okay." And a pause, and then: "I'm sorry I got on your case so much before. Just... let me be here for you, okay?"
savethebullshit: (that's a lotta eyeshadow you wearin)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-21 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a relief, after worrying and then after their brief fizzle of tension to feel him kiss her, and she returns the gesture warmly, hands moving from his cheeks to his hair. She feels that she can give him her own small, insignificant brand of solace while they're kissing and she just keeps giving him the small gestures of affection until he pulls away to whisper.

Something about the way he says that makes her breath catch in her throat, and she watches him curiously for a moment before it sinks in. Charlie. It was the word he uttered when she came in, before she woke him. And all at once the significance of that name along with the sentence he just uttered crashes in.

"Your son..." she says softly, and it makes sense now. He was dreaming about him. A pleasant dream, it seems. Which makes her wonder even more what this current dilemma seems to be about. All she can do is listen. She wishes she could help. But as he said before, listening is enough.

She just wishes it felt like enough.
savethebullshit: (happiness is a warm gun)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-22 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Anne is happy to kiss him back for as long as they can both maintain without needing air, just melting into the closeness between them and hoping that somehow this will soothe him somewhat.

"Oh..." she says, voice heavy with emotion, and one hand smooths his hair gently, shaking a bit as it does so. For the moment she really isn't sure what to say, knows there's not much she can say to that that will do anything to help. It's that constant state of human helplessness, of knowing words are useless.

Instead of words at first she pushes their foreheads together, giving him closeness and warmth. "...Murphy..." there's not much to say, really, even if she wanted to. It's all too terrible. "That's why you've been sleeping so much? So you can see him that way..."

Oh god. Dammit. And you thought it was a good idea to wake him.
savethebullshit: (suspicious)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-08-29 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were. All week, you haven't been doing anything but sleeping. Sometimes I worry if you didn't have to work you'd just sleep 24/7 and end up in a coma," yes, she worries too much. But there's nothing that can be done about that. So she doesn't even acknowledge that. Instead she puts her free hand to the small of his back and rubs her fingertips in tiny circles, hoping to soothe some of his tension.

"I love you," she says softly before she really responds to that at all. Partially because she doesn't know if she has the energy left to worry even more about what all of this means. She's not insecure about their relationship anymore, not by a long shot. But that doesn't mean when she's already worried about him she's not going to by transition worry about everything else she could possibly worry about.

"Yes, it looks bad," she confesses, fingers pausing momentarily before they go back to massaging him, and her lips fall to his cheek, then her forehead meets his once more. "It worries me. And it's not just that I've been missing you. Because I have. It's that I'm worried you're going to end up forgetting about life."

She knows what it is to get caught up in dreams about what it used to be, but she also knows that isn't life. Dreams can never be life.
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[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-09-16 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't mind him just being quiet for a while. She just holds him close, closes her eyes and breathes with him. She's used to him not being eloquent, and even if she wasn't it wouldn't be something she'd be inclined to hold against him. And then, she just listens. When he talks, she listens, and she swallows and tries not to snap at him.

"No, I haven't," she tells him, very plainly and very calmly. "Maybe it's because my dreams don't tend to make a lot of sense, or maybe it's just because I've accepted this place for what it is. But what I do know is that nothing else could make more sense than being with you." A pause, and she sighs, shuts her eyes, and just lies still momentarily before she says anything else. "Whatever you think about all this, even though it seems like a good thing, it isn't. Dreams won't ever be reality, and getting caught up in them so much that they mean more to you than your actual life isn't healthy. At all." Her tone is vaguely naggy when she adds that last part, just further proof that she's worried about him.
savethebullshit: (Anne stop breaking my heart all over the)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-09-17 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
A soft hum escapes her lips when he brushes her bangs back, and she closes her eyes just momentarily, her fingertips still massaging his back. She feels like he needs it now more than before, now that the conversation is starting to stray into territory that's not going to be easy for him.

"I know," she tells him softly, shaking her head and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "I know. But pretending's not going to help, even if it's nice. You can't just forget things happened. The best we can do is get past them. And we can do that. You can do that." She figures if she sounds sure, then maybe Murphy will be able to grasp it, be able to believe it. Be able to accept the reality of it. "I know it's hard, but you've already come pretty damn far from how you were when we met. You've already done so much." Letting one hand creep upward, she runs her fingers through his hair.

"Don't forget about all that. You're worth more than that. You're worth too much to just forget about everything."
savethebullshit: (shame)

[personal profile] savethebullshit 2013-10-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Anne gives him a squeeze, and when she feels him relax at her kiss she is somewhat relieved, though she still understands the weight of the unhappiness that's probably crushing down on him. And she is glad he knows, though she realizes that knowing has little to do it and it's the force of will to actually make the change that's the hard part. In some ways, they're very alike.

"I know," it's her turn to say it. "I know." For several moments, she doesn't say a word. "I know what you mean, and I know exactly how it feels. I understand completely. You know I do. But even if I understand I can't just let you drown in it. I'm sorry. But I'm not willing to stop pushing." A beat, and she squeezes her eyes shut too and just leans in closer, gives him more warmth. "I love you too much for that."