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Bro Strider ([personal profile] plushaeusrumpified) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-09-22 02:57 am

Dads of the year

WHO: Bro Strider and Murdoc Donoghue
TONE: Hurt / Comfort and feelsy / sad
RATING: PG-13?
WHEN: Sometime after talking with Eridan
WHERE: Bro's office
WHAT: Bro is sitting around, contemplating life, when Murdoc shows up.
STATUS: Ongoing
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[Things were... stressful, to say the least. And yet ever since he and Murdoc's night together, he'd had a hard time really feeling stressed. It was hard to, when it was so damn perfect. Call it cliche, call it 'needing to get laid', but whatever. The fact was things had picked up mood-wise for Bro since they'd had their thing.

Only now the stress and full weight of the situation was piling on him. It was a good block for a while, but. His talk with Eridan had made him realize that things were still shitty and that they hadn't just gone away. Nope, it had made him realize there was still shit going on that needed fixing. And he'd tried. He had tried really hard to fix the problem with Eridan.

But that was only half of it, and he knew he needed to talk to Murdoc, too. He just. didn't know how. Because a part of him was afraid to say anything to him, because he was afraid Murdoc would be mad for getting in the middle of it. He just wanted to help, that was all. And he needed to talk to Murdoc to help. It was a complicated, conflicting mess and it just basically sucked a whole lot of ass.

He was just sitting in his office, trying to figure out how to broach the topic with Murdoc, when his office door opened all of a sudden and he looked up.]
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-05 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Murdoc very nearly jerks his hand away in surprise when he feels Dirk's fingertips brush against it. He hadn't been expecting that at all, and he certainly has no idea why it had him very flustered for a brief moment.

He's not quite ready to make the leap and take his hand, he's really too scared of Dirk's reaction to try. So, in a very idle manner, he's going to graze his own fingers against the other man's hand whilst looking in another direction. As if what's happening between them is beyond his control. As if his hand is moving for itself.

He makes a thoughtful noise at the conversation. It's true he's changed, but he really doubts Dirk has seen the development he's made. Not only as a person, but as a father. And really, it's all because of a few less than favourable events that he's here at all. It's the only reason he's made leaps and bounds and grown as a person.]


I most certainly have changed, though it wouldn't be entirely of my own volition. I'm fairly sure if I'd stayed an auror things would be much the same. Though you wouldn't know me if I hadn't.. [Does he really want to go into this?] ..stopped.

[He hums again, tapping his fingers so they slide against Dirk.] Funny how life works like that. [Wouldn't have been very fucking funny if he died an auror and a piss poor excuse for a dad.]
wwistful: (seriously..)

[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-09 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He's glad Dirk made the first move. He'd been considering it, of course, but he's started to rely on the other man to intiate most of the scary things like physical contact and feelings. He'd expected himself to hesitate, but he squeezes Dirk's finger with his own almost instantly. It's a little bit silly, really, that they're so shy about holding hands that they can barely manage to hold each others fingers.

He clears his throat too, letting his eyes drift around the room before they just settle back on their fingers.]


It is incredibly difficult to become withdrawn in such a crowded place. I can't say I really regret havin' to give up my job and come here.

[He shrugs his shoulders slightly.] I hadn't even realised I'd missed Eridan so terribly. [Or Sybille. Or people in general.]
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-19 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Murdoc is about as good at it as Bro is, really. He's not affectionate in general and it can be...difficult for him to understand when he's meant to be hugging or kissing or. linking fingers with the guy he's meant to be avoiding.

He's worried by it, about whether Bro is actually enjoying it and whether he should even be doing it, but he can't seem to let go.]


You've got that right. [He smirks slightly.] After everythin' I've put Eridan through, I felt like it might be time to step up and be there for him. It's just startin' to feel like bein' there really isn't helpin' him at all.
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's frustratin' is what it is.

[Okay, so he might be a little grumpy over this still. He's sad, don't get him wrong, but he stupidly expected Eridan to understand.]

No matter what I do, he's always goin' to assume I've forgotten about Catherine. Or that I'm tryin' to replace her. As if I don't deserve a life beyond her.
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-23 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Kids, eh? No concept of respect or understandin'. Everythin' is either your fault or some other adults fault, isn't it?

[He sighs loudly, slinking his other hand forward so he can cup Dirk's between both of them. This talk is comforting, and it feels good to say these things, but there's this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that tells him to lean forward and kiss Dirk. But he can't let himself do that.]
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Murdoc only nods in agreement, staying silent as Dirk speaks and watching him intently. He might have come for advice, but he really wasn't feeling all that talkative right now. He's just exhausted, yet strangely comfortable with Dirk at this very moment.

When Dirk's hands move, his own slip idly down the desk, folding over his lap as if nothing had ever happened between them. He feels like there might be something ironic and symbolic about their hand play, but now isn't the time to dwell on it.

He nods again.]


Understood.

[His mouth twists into a small half frown and half pout as he's dismissed, but he knows Dirk is right to do so. He rises from his chair, bowing his head at Dirk before turning to walk toward the door. It feels wrong to up and leave so suddenly, but he worried about what he might have done if he lingered so close to Dirk. Once he gets to the door, he turns and smiles slightly at the other man.]

Thank you, Dirk. I needed that.
wwistful: (smooches)

[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-24 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[The hug is, of course, a huge surprise for Murdoc. What is being able to read situations? What is affection? He straightens and tenses the moment Dirk's arms wrap around him and he stumbles as he's pulled forward. It feels good, so good, but he feels so awkward. His arms are just hanging by his side as he stands there.

Yet, he finds himself leaning into it, his arms slowly lifting to wind around Dirk's back. Much better. Much more comforting. He feels ridiculous in a way, but safe. It's good to feel taken care of, he'd almost forgotten what it was like. For someone to care unconditionally when he can't give them anything? When they aren't obligated to? It's strange.

He wants to indulge it. So he leans in with the intention of burying his face against Dirk's neck. Only he misses and his face doesn't end up there at all. He's kissing him. Why is he kissing him. Their lips are touching and he doesn't want to pull away. He wants to unwind his arms from around Dirk but they only seem to tighten in quiet desperation. His brain is telling him to stop, but something far more instinctual is urging him to relish this moment and continue.

Nope. Nope nope nope. He jerks his face away, only to finally bury it against Dirk's neck. He feels like a god damn desperate teenager right now, it's pathetic.]
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[personal profile] wwistful 2012-10-26 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[The longer he waits for a response of any sort, the more he just wants to wither away. Shrivel up into dust and blow away dramatically so he'll never be seen again. That would be very helpful right now.

Why? He's just. Not cut out to handle this sort of stuff. All of these emotions he needs to deal with and everything he wants to have is not balancing out the way he'd like it to.

That kiss kind of summed up how horrible he was at it, really. He was meant to be avoiding Strider. Not throwing himself into his arms and holding his hands and kissing him. God, he's such a fucking idiot. Such a damn fool. Strider. That is. Because this had to be his fault somehow. Is running his hand through his hair? He is. Fuck. That's nice. He grunts quietly, not sure if he wants it to stop. No. Nonono. He does want it to stop, so he grunts again and moves his head away.

Still, his lips can't help but curl upward into the tiniest smile at Dirk's comment, but he schools himself into a stern expression. He steps backward, nodding at Dirk as he opens the door.]


Good evenin', Strider. [And with one final stare he's just going to. Slip through the door and stride far, far away to find his son.]