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② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or

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Murphy MacManus || The Boondock Saints

[4_thee_my_lord]

7-7, so I'm going with 3-7

[need_some_rope]

Connor's not been feeling right for days now, but gradually its been getting worse, especially today. His stomach has gone from feeling a little dicky all the way to fucken cramping agony.

There was no way he could have gone to work today, but he's wishing that Murphy hadn't gone. The TV's on, but he's not paid attention to it all day, instead just clock watching, counting down to the evening, to his twin coming home and giving him some comfort. He just wants some sympathy, someone to make him dinner and sit in bed with him so he can lie over his brother's lap.

He's so hungry, despite the twisting in his gut. There's a niggling worry in the back of his head. Maybe he got an infection from that dog that bit him a few weeks back?

Did I ever tell you how much I adore that mind of yours, love? <3

[4_thee_my_lord]

Murphy's been restless all day, worried about Connor, wishing he'd have one of those fancy and tiny cell phones just to be able to check on his twin without worrying everyone else in the process.

But MacGerkin is a good man and can read both twins like they're open books. He sends Murphy home early, telling him to pass by the pharmacy before going home, get Connor some aspirins at the very least.

It's good advice, they were running out of them anyway.

Not long after, Murphy is stepping into their shared apartment, the paper box of suplies tucked between his arm and chest. "Con'? How are yeh feelin'?"

Not in the last 24 hours, sweetie <3

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"ARRRGH!!!"

Connor's curled up in a tight ball on his mattress, his arms are pressed against his stomach as hard as he can, his knees tucked up against them. His sheets are scattered over the bed, one corner wrapped around his feet from when he was tossing and turning not that long ago.

The pillow is torn and on the floor. Connor can feel the shreds of cotton thread still stuck between his teeth, but that discomfort is nothing compared to his stomach and the pounding in his head.

And then something else starts. A pain more horrible than any other so far. It's like his spine is splitting his skin, trying to push out of his back.

"NOOO!!! NOOOAAWWOOO!!!!"

<3<3<3 Pretend that I just copied it + pasted for good measure! X3

[4_thee_my_lord]

"... Con'?" Frozen, Murphy stares in utter terror at the figure on his brother's bed he can barely recognise at first sight.

Dropping everything on the floor, he launches himself to Connor's side as soon as his brain gives a kick, shakes him off that confused spot. He still doesn't get what could be putting his twin into so much pain, but he needs to be by his brother's side. "Connor? What the fuck's goin' on?!"

.... No new words of love, love? *sadface* ;P

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At the voice Connor's head whips up, staring at his brother with yellow eyes. He snarls, the action not entirely one in reaction to Murphy, but because he can feel something pulling at his mouth, his nose. He can feel it, hear it inside his head as the gristle, already broken several time in barfights, snaps and cracks, taking on a new shape.

"Murphy..." The name comes out a bit slurred as he struggles to find his way around his new mouth.

This is how loving twins act, sweetie. Put up with it and feel the mean love ;D <333

[4_thee_my_lord]

It reminds him of some old movie he's watched, alf asleep, late at night. Those yellow eyes specially, they give him chills, but whatever is going on and making his twin change, Connor is still there, asking for help.

In a blink Murphy is burrying his knees on the mattres, not quite sure of how to help but putting his hands on Connor nevertheless.

"I should call the doctor, Con'. I can do that. Should I call the doctor?"

Well, fuck yeh then! With love! <3 <3 <3

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He flinches at the touch; his skin is raw, stretching and cracking to accommodate the changes in his shape and size, prickling with the thick hairs forcing their way through every pour, breaking through the skin where there are none.

"Aye..." He nods. He's panting hard. He's so hot, so hungry. His tail is wedged firmly between his legs, the scrap of material that was his boxer shorts digging into his swollen thigh, only the stitched hem of one leg remaining intact.

Fuck yeh too, my dear! <3<3<3 XD

[4_thee_my_lord]

Murphy is usually quick to act, specially after direct instructions from his twin. But how can he move, when his brother's body twists and changes under his touch. Grows hair and limbs where there should be none?

"What's happenin' ta yeh?"

What is he going to tell the doctor anyway? Come quick, my brother is transforming into a dog-man?

yeh know the answer ta that, don't yeh? <3 <3 <3

[need_some_rope]

He can hear his twin's voice, but its starting to lose meaning. At least, he can still understand the words, but he's caring less about them.

The pain is starting to subside too. Slowly, he uncurls, moving on the mattress so that he's balanced on the balls of his feet as it that was a comfortable and natural position to be in.

Leaning forwards, he smells the figure in front of him. His cold, wet nose touches the other's skin a couple of times as he sniffs and huffs out breath over his face and down to his chest.

FUCK yes, I do! ;3 <3 <3 <3

[4_thee_my_lord]

A big dog. Some animal. A... A wolf? That is what his twin has turned to? He looks just like the pictures of the evil creature in that old storybook their Ma used to read them again and again until they learned the stories by heart, and yet insisted to Ma to read them outloud for them again and again.

But this is Connor and that's the reason why Murphy tries to push the fear aside as the creature smells him. He can see hints of big and sharp teeth as the cold nose pokes at his face, hot breath hitting his skin.

"Connor..."

Good ;D <3 <3 <3

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He lets out a soft rumbling noise at the familiar sound of his name. It goes with the familiar smell in front of him. He's pack, somehow he knows that.

But, he's still hungry and everything else in here smells old and dead. Even the rodent he can smell behind the thin lining out the wall. With a final, unimpressed huff other his brother's hair Connor gets up.

Straight away he's hit by the breeze from an open window. Its not fresh air, but there's living things to hunt out there. He quickly bounds across the room and headfirst through the window, onto the fire escape.

<3<3<3<3

[4_thee_my_lord]

The dark brown fur of the abnormally large wolf flashes in front of his eyes as Connor decides to let himself out. Murphy is still reacting too slow.

"Oi!" Getting on his feet, he reminds himself that this creature that could sure rip his head off in one bite is none other than his own blood. "Connor' get back in here! Con'!"

Leaning against the window, he doesn't know just how safe is to attempt touching Connor right now. So he insists trying to talk with him. "Please come back inside, brother."

[need_some_rope]

Grunting, he turns and looks at his twin leaning out the window and pleading to him. The words mean as much to him as the noise of the traffic, the wail of sirens in the street below.

In fact, they're more interesting.

He climbs onto the metal rail banister, and drops over it, confident, not for the first time in his life or even this year, that something will break his fall. Landing in the pile of trash bags sitting outside the mostly empty dumpster, he sends up a cloud of wrappers and dust.

[4_thee_my_lord]

"Connor!" Climbing through the window, he steps into the fireescape and leans against its rails, the same way Connor had did barely second ago.

He is far more scared now seeing Connor jump off their floor, far more scared than he is of his brother's new self.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Murphy takes a quick look at the door, wondering how long it would take for him to use the elevator. Even the stairs.

No. Connor will be long gone by the time he makes it downstairs. Even if he used the fire escape...

It's a leap of faith, the same one his brother had taken. The cold air hits his face as Murphy falls, forcing his eyes close as he prays to God to help him survive it.

[need_some_rope]

Murphy might have had time to take the stairs. After taking a moment to recover from the abrupt landing, Connor started to dig through the piles of garbage, tearing open the black bags with his claws whether he meant to or not.

He knew that his pack mate was following; maybe he wanted to join the hunt with him? Either way, he barely reacted at the smaller creature landing in the trash alongside him, instead digging out a half eaten hamburger patty.

He started to wolf it down before the other could see what he had and tried to take it from him.