Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and Dolores Maryam
TONE: Soothing
RATING: PG
WHEN:  After Murdoc and Bro argue
WHERE: Dolores' house
WHAT:  Murdoc did a dumb thing and he needs Dolores to help him with it.

[It's been a few days since the fight. Since Dirk left. Murdoc has been, for lack of a better word, a complete fucking wreck for all of those days. He'd politely requested that Cronus and Eridan stay elsewhere for longer, not giving a real reason as to why and then he'd spent the past few days in several different postions in bed or flopped over the couch drinking and/or throwing a pity party.

He'd never been particularly good with relationships, even after he found Dirk he was still finding situations and complications that were difficult to work through. Through all of that he'd finally come to realise he'd found love. Horrible, heart breaking, bone crushing love and, unsurprisingly, had somehow managed to fuck it up entirely and send Dirk packing after the smaller man had kindly broken his nose for him (he'd been able to repair it himself, but careful mirror inspections lead him to believe it is dented. That beautiful bastard, why does he even bother?).

In times like this, he rarely turns to anyone. He's usually content to handle things by himself and he's generally pleased as long as things go his way. This time, he's showing a rare sign of uncertainty in his ability to handle his own matters. In such times, there is only one person he will turn to. Dolores. He'd conversed with her briefly over the journals before arriving after having been convinced it would be better to. The sacrifices he makes for everyone, he cannot even begin to go into detail.

He apparates to her house, arriving at the door in the late afternoon (it feels like early morning to him right now) and he glances around before knocking at her door quickly, not wanting to let himself chicken out.]

Comments

[wavesofjade]

I am aware that people would disagree, but that does not make them right.

[Nor does it make her right, she knows that, but that isn't the point at the moment. She sighs as she looks at him, knowing that this must be difficult for him to get his head around, and not because he's incapable, but just because it was pushing him to see things in a different way. One that he might not have considered before.]

Accepted, and worked around. That is a noble goal, but it must be accepted by both sides, not just one. How can you expect him to accept you, if you can't accept him?

[wwistful]

I do accept him. I accept him for what he is! Do you have any idea what sort of wrath I would face from my mother, let alone my entire family if I were to so much mention an idle interest in a muggleborn man? It's unheard of!

If I am to accept his culture than maybe it would be good of him to consider my background as well.

[wavesofjade]

[Dolores leans back and just for a few moments regards him quietly. She closes her eyes to gather her thoughts, clasping her hands together as she opens them.]

Murdoc.. I understand what you are risking as a pureblood in a family with traditional values, but does it occur to you that in expressing such things to him, he may well have been given the idea that you are ashamed of him?

[She knows you're not the best with words, Donoghue..]

[wwistful]

[He dwells on that for a moment, and while he does his best to pretend that he couldn't have possbly have given that impression, he's slowly realising he may have. That seems to worry him quite a bit.]

There's absolutely no way I could have. I told him that I accept him as he is and that I love him. [He says that as if it trumps everything bad he's ever said.]

[wavesofjade]

[Murdoc.. please.]

You are absolutely sure that nothing you might have said would have given that impression?

[You know that stare mothers give when they know you've done a bad thing and they're just waiting for you to admit it? Yeah. That.]

[wwistful]

[Yup. He knows it. He's feeling it now. He gradually lowers his head, looking down at his hands and wringing them anxiously. It's obvious she has him stumped there, he's worrying his bottom lip as he tries to think of a way to get himself out of it.

But he can't.]

I don't know. [His voice lowers again.] I might've.

[wavesofjade]

[Now they're getting somewhere. She leans forwards a little and tilts her head in a small attempt to catch his eye.]

... You might have, or you did?

[wwistful]

[He keeps his head lowered, not wanting to make eye contact at all as he hisses through his teeth.]

Obviously there's the possibility the impression was made since he had gotten so terribly angry, but I was never given a chance to explain myself.

[wavesofjade]

Have you tried to speak to him before now?

[She suspects the answer to that is no, and with the state that Dirk had arrived here in, he may be telling the truth.. at least partly.]

Something like this cannot be allowed to fester.

[wwistful]

I tried to owl him. He hasn't responded.
[He shrugs.]

I fucked it up.

[wavesofjade]

Give him time. Everything will be alright.

[wwistful]

Are you sayin' because you sincerely believe it or because it seems right to say it? [He raises an eyebrow at her.]

[wavesofjade]

If I tell you that I sincerely believe it, would you believe me?

[wwistful]

[This is getting very, painfully awkward for him. He sinks backward into his chair and stares at the wall for a long moment before turning his attention back to her.]

You have no idea how much I want to.

[wavesofjade]

Then trust me, Murdoc. I know that you will get through this. Both of you.

[wwistful]

That remains to be seen.
[Which is his way of saying he'll try. Which is a big step for him. Yay!

He half smiles and looks as if he has no idea what to do now.]

I suppose I should get out of your hair now?

[wavesofjade]

You are quite welcome to stay for a drink, but if you have other things to do..

[Giving him an opening to leave without feeling like he's being rude.. She is the best host.]

[wwistful]

I do.

[He answers curtly, rising out of his chair and bowing his head at her. He's keeping a fairly stern air now. Mostly because he has a lot on his mind and he doesn't really want to show it.]

Thank you for your time. I appreciate it.