#sunshcned

meme ;  send 💕 and my muse will use the love calculator to see how compatible they arestatus ;  accepting

                                    J. Daniel Atlas   ❤️️   Sophie Collins

                                                       65 %

there’s a smirk  ---  slow and arrogant and eerily  REMINISCENT  of that the one shared by the only other person to claim his surname  ---  spreading across his face ;  icy blue gaze flicking across the young officer with all the self restraint of a convict released after FIFTEEN YEARS:  predatory and curious.  tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth and dragging slowly across his lower lip, his head will cock to the side  ------

“ so you’re the one who’s been fucking my son ? ”

meme ;  send a symbol for a starter in which one of our muses does a thing.status ;  no longer accepting

Ұ  —  murphy comforts sophie after witnessing an emotional meltdown

fuck.  fuck.  he didn’t know what to do.  sure, they were honestly getting used to their jobs being interrupted, but of all the people he expected to come bursting into the room as he pulled the trigger against the skull of a recently released predator, sophie was the last of them.  the way his gun had turned on her was pure reflex, nothing more, but that didn’t matter, not when he saw her eyes go wide in horror and fear. 

“christ —”  he choked out, dropping his arm.  he barely managed to catch noah’s step forward off to the side, empty hand outstretched and an almost enraptured expression ghosting across his face  (  he could hardly blame his pa ;  officer collins was very nearly the exact image his mother had once conjured up for them in their bible stories when she’d described angels )  but he did, shaking his head quickly no.  she didn’t know him, and if she did it was likely as il duce, and he could already see a tremble in her shoulders.  thank the lord connor wasn’t there, murphy felt sure his brother’s loud mouth would’ve already made the situation far worse.

                           ❛ sophie, no, no, LISTEN to me. ❜

rough hands enveloped hers as the magician ducked his head to catch her gaze. his heart was pounding too fast, too hard, and he knew he didn’t have enough time to say what he wanted to.

                           ❛ this is all goin’ t’plan, i promise. ❜ lies. there were always variables, but the FBI had been WAITING for them this time around. ❛ i don’t got a lotta time, okay ?  we’re goin’ underground for a while. it’s fine, i’ll call you as soon as we’re all safe and back with th’eye. ❜ he leaned in, pressing a kiss to strawberry-glossed lips, his hands squeezing hers tightly. ❛ we’re gonna be okay. i won’t make y’wait long, i promise. ❜

it was harder than expected, releasing her hands. he was used to running, but usually, the only people he CARED FOR were running with him.

                           ❛ i’ll be back. i– ❜

hesitation, swallowing words he was surprised he’d almost said. they weren’t at that point yet, and still, those two syllables sat heavy on his tongue. it was an effort to push them away, to replace them with something new.

                           ❛ stay safe. ❜

and the sleight disappeared as silently as he’d come.

                            ❛ soph, the eggs we eat weren’t going t’be chickens. ❜

okay, it was off-topic, but who could blame him if he followed her on her rambling rabbit trails ?  in all honesty, he couldn’t remember what had set them on this conversation in the first place, and in his opinion, the effort of trying to backtrack through his thoughts and find the source was TOO MUCH EFFORT. so instead, he wrapped his arms around sophie’s waist, pressing sleepy kisses to her neck from behind, the smell of eggs frying bringing a grumble from his stomach.

                              ❛ doesn’t matter. it looks amazing, anyway. ❜ a grin lifted his lips, and he kissed her neck again. ❛ you were amazing, too. got anywhere you have t’be after breakfast ? ❜

                               ‘   YES  -----   I’m  wearing  glasses  inside  &   no  ;   y’  can’t  touch  or  remove  them   ’          It’s  spoken  as  matter  of  factly  as  reading  from  a  grocery  list  .  Her  arm  reaches  out  to  pat  her  friend  on  the  shoulder  before  reaching  out  to    swipe    a  bottle  of  alcohol  .   Because  what  was  a  better  cure  for  too  much  alcohol  the  night  before  than  more  alcohol  in  the  morning  to    forget    the  lingering  pain  ?   It’s  why  she’s  wearing  the  glasses  ;   the  sun  far  too  bright  &   drunken  violence  leaving  it’s  mark  around  her  eye  that  she  couldn’t  have  Sophie  seeing   -------   She  didn’t  need  to  see  just  how  fractured  Sierra  really  was  .

❛     IT   MIGHT NOT  HAVE  SEEMED  like a  big deal  but when you’ve rebuilt the damned building this many times,  it becomes a  sentimental  thing.                 and sure,  iron man  could’ve stopped him,  but because of  you  the poor sucker who thought he could break into the most  highly-protected  high-rise in this city gets to say he got his ass-kicked by one of  NEW YORK’S FINEST.  so,  please,  I INSIST,  the least i can do is take you out to lunch.     ❜