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He can hear the shouting clear down the hall. He sighs and replaces his bookmark, setting down the book just as Murdock barrels in and stands directly in front of his chair.

“ I already told you can take time for some changes to go into effect, if you’re not seeing any of them yet— ”

But no. No, Murdock had an entirely different question for him, apparently.

The Actor takes a moment to stare at him - to try and discern if this was some sort of joke. He sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ No. No, Murdock, you’re not pregnant. And currently you’re unable to get pregnant either. I suppose I could always change that for you, if you’d like— ” He’d never tried to alter a character in that way before. Especially one that had already gotten so developed on their own.

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Wilford wasn't allowed to go to school on Thursdays. When Wilford suggested an idea for art that was so ridiculous that Murdock erupted into a fit of laughter that landed him in lunchtime detention, it was decided that Wilford should guard the bedroom.

He was lost in his own thoughts as he lay on the tiny bed, head bopping from side to side as he hummed a European song about trains (it hasn't been released yet, don't worry about it). He was so engrossed in this, he didn't even hear his little friend return until the instrumental was interrupted by the heavy thump of the schoolbag hitting the floor. Immediately, he had bolted upright and onto his feet, trying to figure out what he should do.

The glasses had been removed and placed on the nightstand. That wasn't good. But then... Murdock turned around and tugged the larger man's sleeve, making a request that made Wilford's heart squeeze. This should be something that a parent should be told. But why should Murdock be forced to talk to a father who didn't care about him and risking making the bad emotions stronger? That wouldn't do at all.

"Oh, no no... We can't have that. Y've been doing so well keepin' yer head above those bad thoughts. C'mere..." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wilford opened his arms, and the child was quick to climb up into a familiar, warm embrace.

"It's alright, Murdie... I'm right here. I'm not gonna go anywhere. We're gonna hug all that sadness outta ya."

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13. a sleepy kiss in the early morning

One man’s early morning was another’s late afternoon.

Charlie was fairly predisposed to odd sleeping hours anyway. He could nap at the drop of a hat, in the most uncomfortable of positions. All he needed was his body’s permission to drift off and nothing else could stand between him and blissful rest.

Murdock, of course, slept through a good part of the daylight hours. In a bed, thankfully, rather than a coffin. A very nice bed, in a dark, secluded cabin with a single, heavily-curtained window.

Some days Charlie would stay in bed with him until he woke up on his own. Sometimes Murdock liked to feed first thing and he liked the easy access. The scattered bites on Charlie’s body ached like overeager hickies so he didn’t have much to complain about on that front.

But today he needed to go grocery shopping, which meant slipping out of that comfortable nest while Murdock still had hours left to rest. A hand caught his wrist before he could fully vacate, and Charlie huffs softly. “ Shh. I’ll be back. ” He’s tugged on, drowsy red eyes peeking out at him from the shadows.

Charlie rolls his eyes and half-climbs back onto the bed. “ Your favorite snack’s not going far. We need real food though. ” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to a slack mouth. He can see a hint of the man’s dangerous fangs, and a little thrill shoots down his spine. “ Get some more sleep. ”

fuckin unhinged ass …??

Asterius stops prowling after a crow and sits down on the grass to look up at you. He thinks back to the brief glimpse he'd had of Illy's husband, and he grabs his tail, fidgeting nervously with it.

"Scary. Not happy."

He can hear words inside the cabin and he's trying to ignore them. "Illy worried." The Minotaur is also worried. What if Murdock made Illy take him back? He didn't want to go back to the Dark Place.

@alwayshorrible asked: Murdock presents Hare with an antique-looking brush, the handle and backing all sculpted out of what appears to be silver. It’s in surprisingly good condition. He’s resisting the urge to snort. “It’s a Hare-brush. Get it? Hare-brush.”

the pun is heard, but not acknowledged — hare is too busy staring down at the item you have placed into their hands, trying to … process, how such a lovely item could possibly be theirs. it isn’t as if they haven’t been given gifts before. however, so rarely do those gifts actually suit them — ever-generic lovers’ trinkets, far more pleasing to the audience than hare, they’re sure.

hare doesn’t really think themself to be a materialistic person. at the same time, they don’t feel they’re horribly sentimental, either. things are simply … things, and there is always an abundance of things here in the world of the gracious creator. so why does a simple hairbrush, gleaming gently in the low light of the cabin, tug on heartstrings they loathed to have?