[They've been on this ship for three years. Emori is starting to come around to the others. For a long time, she would stay in her and John's room, reading. John taught her how to read last year-- Bellamy sometimes would sit in and try to help. Emori appreciated it, but she felt weird about Bellamy and John. They either hated each other or loved each other.
It's the middle of the night. Emori is dreaming that she's floating in space. She's not tied to anything and she can see the GoSci Ring slowly floating away from her. She screams and she's awake now-- sleeping next to John, legs tangled in another. She wears a long sleeve shirt that they found in a crate. It's hems are frayed. Below her waist is just a pair of boyshorts and thick socks (space is cold). She's breathing heavily and she's not aware if John is awake too yet.]
[ Through all of its faults, being inside a broken space station gave them an odd sense of safety. There was no one to attack them while they slept. No possible way for another ship to reach Earth. The Ark was a silent satellite of what it used to be, orbiting around a planet they can't live on.
Everyone had found their thing to do, what they were good at. Murphy was still hoping at the time, he'd find something he was good at. Bellamy, a strong and silent leader. Raven, the engineering genius. Monty kept them alive, made edible algae (after the first batch threw Murphy into a month-long coma). He thought Echo wouldn't have much to offer. She's not on the ground now. But she did. She taught them all how to fight. Out of bitterness, Murphy never let her teach him. He always had Emori to lean on, both survivors kicked out from their homes. It was a shock to see her blossom out here in space, where he remained stagnant and sour.
At least she came back to him at night, that seemed to stamp out his fears of her leaving him. He'd wrap himself tight around her, scared she would wake up in the middle of the night to hang out with Raven. The jolt from Emori has Murphy stirring away. ]
What's going on, [ Murphy says, he sounds like he swallowed a frog. ]
[Emori breaths hard, slowly coming down from the anxiety attack. Very slowly, she'll feel better. John would help, he had a way with her demons. She turned slightly and jumped at him. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and squeezed tears from her eyes.]
I just had a nightmare, go back to sleep. Hold me, though...
[It was getting better here. Everyone was pulling her in, pulling here away from John's sadness. Her nightmare stems from her fear of being disconnected. While wanting to stay close to John. She felt helpless. Could he exist in her life as she grew?]
[ He clears his throat trying to rid the lump in his throat. Murphy doesn't have much time to wake himself up but Emori helps him with that when she dives into his arms. His eyes go wide for a moment, arms taking her in to pull her in close. This has happened a few times, her having nightmares. Murphy feels helpless because even sleeping next to her they still haunt her in her sleep. ]
You don't want to talk about it [, Murphy asks softly. Her presses his lips onto ther top of her head, gives her a soft kiss. ]
[ Her hair is everywhere, not confined to the wrap while she sleeps. She buries her face in John's chest. He asks (or tells) her about talking and she moves so her lips can form sentences without being muffled.]
The same dream I always have lately.
[He won't know what it is, but he'll know that it bothers her greatly. Maybe she'll tell him now.]
[ Murphy combs his fingers through her hair, smoothes it back so it's not so wild and in his face. He is quiet for a little while, tries to make out the object in the room they are sleeping in. Slowly his eyes grow accustomed to the dark and everything is identifiable. ]
Maybe it would help you if you talk about it [ , Murphy suggests. Maybe if he knew, maybe he could help. He thinks more, quietly to himself. He wonders if she's told Raven before him. No, he tries to reason with himself. Emori loved him more than Raven.
[ She laughs nervously, but closes her eyes in a moment of bliss when he smooths her hair back. Emori never thought she could feel like this with another person. Not for this long. Not this far away.]
I dream that I'm floating away. I feel ... scared. Like I'm losing you.
I won't think it's dumb. If it is something that keeps you up at night, then it's serious in my book.
[ Murphy doesn't rush her, stays quiet and lets her decide if she wants to tell him or not. He is fine with just holding her, making her feel like she isn't alone. ]
Losing me? [ He chuckles softly. ] We're practically attached at the hip. If you float away then I'm coming with her.
[ She holds onto him with a desperate sort of electricity coursing through her fingers and arms. Emori likes the sound of his laugh, even if it's short and dismissive.]
[ Murphy keeps her close to him, making sure she feels safe in his arms. ] Get jealous? [ He feels a pang in his chest, right where his heart it. ] Everyone gets jealous every once in a while.
It's just... I have this dream where I'm floating away.
[She curls close to him and doesn't look at him. She's embarrassed, but she's baring something secretive to him. Emori has every right to be worried. ]
Babe[ , Murphy murmurs against the top of her head. ] I'm not going to let you float away. You're my home, remember? I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you.
[She holds on to him. She knows she wasn't meant for space. Emori frets over the idea of having friends. She never had anyone but Otan for her short life.]
The others are just... taking up a lot of my time.
That's true. Emori has been hanging out with the others, more than Murphy. There's no place for him. He's not an engineer, or a warrior, or a biochemist. All he did was sit back and criticize everyone. It made him feel better, although it was temporary. But he'll take that. It's better than nothing at all. ]
You can always just hang out with me instead? [ He thought it was the better thing to do anyway. She would agree, he was sure of it. ]
Are they? We -- [ He pauses to suck in a breath through his nose. ] Nevermind. And Bellamy just wants everyone to hold hands and sing kumbaya. [ Murphy closes his eyes, he wants to just fall back asleep. ]
Oh? [ A sly smirk curls the corners of his lips. He shifts a little, a better position to look at her. ] Is there any particular way you want me to show you how much I love you?
Alright. [ And, hidden in the dark, he grins. ] But you're going to have to help me a little.
[ The shirt is the easiest to take off, so he starts there. Fingers caught the hem of her tattered shirt and slowly begins to hike it up her body. The little reflection of artificial light helps him to see her soft olive complexion. It's smooth, her skin, except for the scars she's acquired in her life. He runs his fingers across them, gently. He'll kiss them later. ]
[The closest thing Emori has had to love before John was Otan. He took care of her, but he seemed to resent her, hate her a little. She loved him, because even if he didn't like her much, he still kept her safe.
Then Murphy came along and made up for all those times she wasn't touched. She raises her arms so that her sleep shirt can com off.]
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Date: 2019-04-10 12:32 am (UTC)It's the middle of the night. Emori is dreaming that she's floating in space. She's not tied to anything and she can see the GoSci Ring slowly floating away from her. She screams and she's awake now-- sleeping next to John, legs tangled in another. She wears a long sleeve shirt that they found in a crate. It's hems are frayed. Below her waist is just a pair of boyshorts and thick socks (space is cold). She's breathing heavily and she's not aware if John is awake too yet.]
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Date: 2019-04-12 02:03 am (UTC)Everyone had found their thing to do, what they were good at. Murphy was still hoping at the time, he'd find something he was good at. Bellamy, a strong and silent leader. Raven, the engineering genius. Monty kept them alive, made edible algae (after the first batch threw Murphy into a month-long coma). He thought Echo wouldn't have much to offer. She's not on the ground now. But she did. She taught them all how to fight. Out of bitterness, Murphy never let her teach him. He always had Emori to lean on, both survivors kicked out from their homes. It was a shock to see her blossom out here in space, where he remained stagnant and sour.
At least she came back to him at night, that seemed to stamp out his fears of her leaving him. He'd wrap himself tight around her, scared she would wake up in the middle of the night to hang out with Raven. The jolt from Emori has Murphy stirring away. ]
What's going on, [ Murphy says, he sounds like he swallowed a frog. ]
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Date: 2019-04-14 03:45 am (UTC)I just had a nightmare, go back to sleep. Hold me, though...
[It was getting better here. Everyone was pulling her in, pulling here away from John's sadness. Her nightmare stems from her fear of being disconnected. While wanting to stay close to John. She felt helpless. Could he exist in her life as she grew?]
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Date: 2019-05-16 06:39 pm (UTC)You don't want to talk about it [, Murphy asks softly. Her presses his lips onto ther top of her head, gives her a soft kiss. ]
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Date: 2019-05-16 06:44 pm (UTC)The same dream I always have lately.
[He won't know what it is, but he'll know that it bothers her greatly. Maybe she'll tell him now.]
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Date: 2019-05-16 07:30 pm (UTC)Maybe it would help you if you talk about it [ , Murphy suggests. Maybe if he knew, maybe he could help. He thinks more, quietly to himself. He wonders if she's told Raven before him. No, he tries to reason with himself. Emori loved him more than Raven.
He hopes. ]
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Date: 2019-05-17 02:07 am (UTC)[ She laughs nervously, but closes her eyes in a moment of bliss when he smooths her hair back. Emori never thought she could feel like this with another person. Not for this long. Not this far away.]
I dream that I'm floating away. I feel ... scared. Like I'm losing you.
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Date: 2019-05-17 03:09 am (UTC)[ Murphy doesn't rush her, stays quiet and lets her decide if she wants to tell him or not. He is fine with just holding her, making her feel like she isn't alone. ]
Losing me? [ He chuckles softly. ] We're practically attached at the hip. If you float away then I'm coming with her.
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Date: 2019-05-17 09:48 pm (UTC)I just worry you're going to get jealous.
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Date: 2019-05-21 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-22 12:35 am (UTC)[She curls close to him and doesn't look at him. She's embarrassed, but she's baring something secretive to him. Emori has every right to be worried. ]
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Date: 2019-05-22 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-25 11:26 pm (UTC)[She holds on to him. She knows she wasn't meant for space. Emori frets over the idea of having friends. She never had anyone but Otan for her short life.]
The others are just... taking up a lot of my time.
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Date: 2019-05-26 12:26 am (UTC)That's true. Emori has been hanging out with the others, more than Murphy. There's no place for him. He's not an engineer, or a warrior, or a biochemist. All he did was sit back and criticize everyone. It made him feel better, although it was temporary. But he'll take that. It's better than nothing at all. ]
You can always just hang out with me instead? [ He thought it was the better thing to do anyway. She would agree, he was sure of it. ]
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Date: 2019-05-26 11:10 pm (UTC)[She wondered if Murphy still had big heart eyes for Bellamy.]
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Date: 2019-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-28 12:25 am (UTC)Forget it. Pretend this is a dream.
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Date: 2019-05-28 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-31 01:05 am (UTC)Unless you're awake now...
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Date: 2019-05-31 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-04 01:31 am (UTC)Show me some of that love of yours.
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Date: 2019-06-05 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-06 03:47 pm (UTC)[She's smiling in the dark. But then again, it was always dark in space.]
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Date: 2019-06-09 05:23 pm (UTC)[ The shirt is the easiest to take off, so he starts there. Fingers caught the hem of her tattered shirt and slowly begins to hike it up her body. The little reflection of artificial light helps him to see her soft olive complexion. It's smooth, her skin, except for the scars she's acquired in her life. He runs his fingers across them, gently. He'll kiss them later. ]
Okay, raise your arms [ , he whispers. ]
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Date: 2019-06-10 07:57 pm (UTC)Then Murphy came along and made up for all those times she wasn't touched. She raises her arms so that her sleep shirt can com off.]
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