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.]

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[wavesofjade]

[Dolores doesn't sleep very much, and when she does it's usually through the brighter hours of the day. So, in the late afternoon when night is already falling thanks to the season she's wide awake and easily hears the knock on the door. At least she'd had the time to get a little food into the house before Murdoc arrived - she doesn't keep it for herself, though she has an alarmingly wide range of tea.

When she answers the door she's barefoot and dressed in simple, elegant clothes a far cry from her usual robes. She looks at him softly for a moment, then steps closer and clasps a hand over his shoulder.]

Come on in, Murdoc. Make yourself at home.