[ Murphy likes to think, as a professional liar, he's good at spotting one when he sees it. What Murphy doesn't realize about himself, is that that he's utterly blind for the people he cares about. Wants to be liked by, wants to believe the lie. When hope comes into it, Murphy's lost. With Raven, with Emori, with Bellamy (after canon update - with Abby). It's the same now, with Kavinsky. He's entirely fooled now, with that pause. Forgets that real apology usually looks away from the other, not towards. Forgets how good of an actor Kavinsky is.
All he sees is a way to end what's twisted up and bitter in him, an invitation to come closer and feel welcomed again. So, he does.
Murphy's hands stray to his jacket, tugging it aside and starting to peel it off his shoulders, one arm and then the other. He leans in, closing the distance left, and kisses him. They're never particularly soft with each other, bur it's honest - firm and confident. This is who he wants to be kiss, and this is where he wants to stay. His toes push at his loosely tied boots, fidgeting them off, a hand against k's cheek, drifting over his neck, over the ink there.
Shoes kicked off and jacket left to the side, Murphy squirms closer, before pulling himself up to lay on top of him, knees on either side of k's thighs, pulling back just a little to speak. ] Wanna revisit the blowing thing? Pretty sure I owe you. Even though you were being a dick at the time.
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All he sees is a way to end what's twisted up and bitter in him, an invitation to come closer and feel welcomed again. So, he does.
Murphy's hands stray to his jacket, tugging it aside and starting to peel it off his shoulders, one arm and then the other. He leans in, closing the distance left, and kisses him. They're never particularly soft with each other, bur it's honest - firm and confident. This is who he wants to be kiss, and this is where he wants to stay. His toes push at his loosely tied boots, fidgeting them off, a hand against k's cheek, drifting over his neck, over the ink there.
Shoes kicked off and jacket left to the side, Murphy squirms closer, before pulling himself up to lay on top of him, knees on either side of k's thighs, pulling back just a little to speak. ] Wanna revisit the blowing thing? Pretty sure I owe you. Even though you were being a dick at the time.