AND ˢʰᵉᵖʰᵉʳᵈˢ ʷᵉ ˢʰᵃᶫᶫ ᵇᵉ

   he watched with baited breath as his brother began to open the contents of the box. if he’s not careful, he’ll give himself away that the box is not what murphy will expect it to be. he sits back, forcing his posture to be casual. the real treat was on top of the fridge, the perks of being up way earlier.

@exaequatio / ♥

                    “     do you think it’ll be rude to just                take pictures of the saints in that church ?     ”

the prince of egypt. ( ACCEPTING. )

     How can God keep in touch with so many ‘children’ of His, even if it took Him more than a few unanswered prayers to reply with a mumble? A word? Or, better yet, a sign that will lead to good fortunes and solutions to the struggles of mankind? It took the Irishman more than a decade to have a response from his Father – even in his dream – and he couldn’t help but to grip onto this belief strongly to his steadfast heart. Though, his experience was often disregarded: it’s practically impossible to have Him come forth, from a million miles away from the land of the Holy, to speak of his will. This secret was sealed behind his lips, swallowing the blessing until there was nothing left on the palate of his tongue. Both he and Connor had many things they dared not to speak of, despite how devoted they are to their religion, and it was best to keep them that way.

      “One of t’ese days, He shall.” But when? That’s something he couldn’t answer on behalf of the holy being, for he was just confirming his assumption without diving deep into the pit of doubt. Miracles often come and go: they were produced through endless prayers and selfless acts. Some people were meant to help others as well, especially in times of need and desperation - a plea for someone to listen. ( They were born to become a people person - a guaranteed ‘job’ to be admitted into Heaven, as some would say. ) By now, Murphy was aware that his words may be meaningless because of Chib’s lack of hope. No other words were needed to register the fact he’s having difficulty connecting to his faith, copious amounts of guilt, blood, and sweat upon his own shoulders to carry for the rest of his life.

     Although he did not stir from his seat upon the pew, he grasped the presence of his friend ( an unlikely one because of the old rivalry between the Irish and Scottish ) out of the corner of his eyes. The environment was tranquil, silent enough to hear his own thoughts during his morning ritual of prayers and self-evaluation. For a moment, he took a break to lap up the corner of his mouth with his tongue then to unclasp his smoke tainted hands that settled at the top of the pew in front of him. Straightening his posture after leaning up, the Macmanus boy released the tension and anxiety within his muscles that disrupted the gracious flow of his walking pattern. ( It was a long morning: he has work in an hour. ) 

first three in inbox gets irish kisses! ( ACCEPTING. )

     He lost track of the number of times the tip of his tongue ( burnt from taking a sip of freshly brewed coffee much too early ) trailed along the roof of his mouth, although it wasn’t an important factor to take into consideration. Early in the morning, he allowed his mind to just drift away: the sun rose slowly but the clouds already moved in to cover it, bringing forth the usual soft wind. For certain, Murphy had no need to step outside to feel the familiar chills that crept through the cracks of the windows and parts of the building he resided within. It took some time to adjust to, especially when he and his fraternal twin both were forced to take full advantage of whatever clothing they’ve brought with them from home. Mug in between tattooed hands, his eyes lowered to the cement flooring whilst he inhaled a deep breath. ( Perhaps a sigh. ) He exhaled through his nostrils, clearing his throat but cut himself short as a knock disrupted the typical morning silence. Now, one of his hands placed the mug upon the small nightstand before he rose up from the edge of his mattress, his perception now directed towards the door to open it. He tightened the rope of his bathrobe, wiping the palm of his hands on it before walking to the door. To his surprise, Natasha arrived: how long she was gone was unknown to him, but that didn’t seem to matter because she was in good shape.