#strisis

*           TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT !    /    ACCEPTING !

and try as he might, he can’t stop —— can’t bring blue hues to drift from the child that stood with the pride —— the strength —— of her mother. she was his; that much he was told. and maybe it was the denial — the fear — that made it so damn hard to believe, but he couldn’t. couldn’t help the thought that it was impossible. she couldn’t be his. there was simply no way. six years in space and he returns to learn that he’d not only left behind the woman he loved, but his child, too? no. no, it wasn’t possible. and he doesn’t know whether he’s said it aloud or not, but it’s only with a blink that he can bring himself to look away. that nostrils fill lungs with a sharp breath and he doesn’t know what to say. what to think. what to do. a brief shut of the eyes and they’re lifted to octavia. looking for an answer; for her to confess her elaborate prank and move on with it. but she doesn’t, and murphy finds that he’s losing himself piece by piece.     ❝ —— how? ❞     and it’s a stupid question; not sincere and only driven by the fact that murphy can’t accept that he has a child he didn’t know about. one he’d left behind. —— one at all.      ❝ you didn’t ——— why didn’t you tell me ? ❞            /       liked  ♡ !    +   plotted !

Beaten black and blue, streamed in crimson as per usual. It’s sad, how often he’s in this state. It’s not that he can’t fight back, or that he doesn’t. He does. It’s the simple fact that he just... feels like he deserves it.