Separation/Reunion Meme

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The Forced Separation/Reunion Meme

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Your characters have been forced apart- be it by destiny, circumstance, or death. The only thing that's certain? It wasn't voluntary. Now, thanks to chance, luck, or fate, you meet again.

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Murphy MacManus || The Boondock Saints

[4_thee_my_lord]

3 - 1 and I'm sorry Murph...

[need_some_rope]

One of his feet wasn't working... Or maybe the problem was higher up, he couldn't lift his left leg so he stumbled and dragged it behind him. Which made the stairs difficult, but after he fell forwards onto them that instinctual need kicked in again and he began to drag himself up the flights.

A habit. The remains of a memory from when he was alive. He had to get up them though. There was something waiting for him and it was important.

I was begging for it with this meme, really, XD

[4_thee_my_lord]

Time didn't pass the same way as it did before.

There was a time when Murphy would dread having to spend a few days away from his twin, but these days? He couldn't recall anything else but an unease in his heart, even though he was at complete peace with himself.

The smoke swirled in the air, coming from a cigarette that he wasn't sure how long ago he'd turn on since he started waiting for Connor. The same cigarette, quiet, constant. He was vaguely aware of the light changing in the room that had once belonged to them both. Right now, all he could think about was how soon enough, he and his other half would be together again.

I'd have you all wrong if I thought you weren't XD

[need_some_rope]

He got stuck on the second floor, an abandoned pram blocked his way and he couldn't fit past. It took hours to roll it away in a direction that didn't get more in his way, and that was mostly fluke than through planning or problem solving.

Not that time mattered any more. It all ends the same eventually.

The rest of the way was steady. Grunting and moaning as he reached the hallway. There was another flight of stairs, but no more climbing for him. He pulled himself to his feet, foot, again and walked until he was scratching at the door, trying the handle.

And you're my twin for a good reason <3

[4_thee_my_lord]

It was a distant, almost like the sound the old tap of their kitchen did when water dipped, keeping him up in sleepless nights. It all felt like a dream now, something that happened far too long ago.

But those were steps, he could even recognise them. Very slowly he pushed his chair back, but the second he got on his feet Murphy also found himself in front of the door.

No matter how much he wanted to reach for the handle, he wasn't able to do it. It wasn't his choice to make.

[need_some_rope]

He gritted his jaw. It hurt. His jaw hurt, his teeth hurt, his hand, chest, legs... his whole body hurt. It was a numb ache that he could almost forget was there, so that he could carry on, doing the same mindless automatic tasks, until the next sharp burst of pain reminded him that he was still there.

But he concentrated, the best that he could, the pain when it came helped him focus. Like painful memories bursting in front of his eyes. Slowly, gradually, he managed to get the door handle to turn enough for the latch to click the door opened just a fraction.

[4_thee_my_lord]

He'd been there too, fighting it. Reminding himself that his brother needed him more than anyone in the world. But Murphy was weak and would never forgive himself for that moment. For that slip.

But Rocco and both Ma and Da where there. Christ, how he'd miss them all, how excited he was over having them together. A youger Granda he had barely recognised. Some old frieds. Even Greenly was there. It was a selfish mistake, the worst mistake. But he had left Connor behind for a little while.

"I'm sorry, Con'."

[need_some_rope]

The door swung open and Murphy was standing there, in that familiar dark hallway, but somehow he seemed bathed in light, golden light that radiated from him. It was so warm and welcoming.

Connor's body lurched forwards, his arms outstretched for his brother. All he wanted was to hold him in his arms again.

[4_thee_my_lord]

"Yeh've--" Before he could even say another word, Connor was wrapping his arms tightly around him. Murphy quickly returned the embrace, burrying his face on his twin's shoulder. The moment seemed to last forever, and it might as well have taken that long.

Cocking his head to the side, he pressed his temple against his twins. "Yeh've taken long enough. I was missin' yeh so much."

[need_some_rope]

"Sorry..." Connor voice was rough, he'd not used it in so long and it seemed like he was breaking something by doing so now. "It was a long way ta come."

Foreheads still touching, he gazed unblinking into his twins eyes. He knew those eyes so well, but it felt like it had been so long since he last saw them that he had started to forget what they looked like.

"I'll always come fer yeh though, Murphy. Always."

[4_thee_my_lord]

"I know." He could feel his lashes brushing Connor's nose as he blinked, but Murphy couldn't be more comfortable. He had missed his brother's touch, his warmth, so much. This is were he belonged, where he was ought to be.

It was barely an inch that separated them, and yet really slowly and truly enjoying the moment, Murphy closed the distance and pressed his lips over the corner of Connor's mouth. It was a welcome kiss, a sign of his devotion too.

"I'm sorry I left yeh behind." He said, settling his cheek against his brother's.

[need_some_rope]

He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut so tight, as if he wasn't sure that if he opened them again he would find himself still alone after all.

"No..." he nuzzled against the warm rasp of Murphy's stubble. It felt real, like it was really there. Slowly, he turned his head, seeking out his lips again, so soft and soothing when his were sore and cracked. "No... I'm sorry I hung back."

[4_thee_my_lord]

Wrapping an arm around Connor's head, he held him close, pressing soft comforting kisses to his twin's mouth first, then his cheek as he simply enjoyed having the other in his arms.

"Everyone wants ta see yeh. We all missed yeh so much." But Christ, he'd needed Connor so much. Murphy couldn't even imagine how it must have felt for his twin to be all alone. It sounded like Hell itself. "I missed yeh so fucken' much."