[If Murdoc's responses are somewhat delayed, it's probably because he's been waiting for this to happen since he said it himself. Admittedly, he'd gone through some selfish and bitter feelings whilst waiting. Between trying to coaxe it out of Dirk to feeling like he'd fucked it up so bad he wouldn't hear it for a long time. He isn't sure why he needed to hear it so badly. It's just three silly little words strung together in a simple sentence, it should have the power to make Murdoc feel so hopeless and fragile. He is a trained auror and he's a man and he's gone through the motions of this before and had it all fall down around him. He survived, too. Going over it again shouldn't make his heart race the way it does.
Yet. When Dirk whispers the three infamous words against his lips he feels as if he could happily die right now from complete satisfaction. Hearing it said and having it stitched down for him to keep gives him a warmer more complete feeling than sex and kissing ever could. Ever since he'd admitted it to Dirk, he'd felt like he'd jumped the gun. Like there was a void and a gap between them that he'd crossed stupidly soon. He wanted to be patient and to wait for Dirk to feel it and feel properly, but he's never been particularly good at waiting.
It's funny, though. He had the advantage of watching Dirk come back to him properly after drifting for that brief time he never wants to think about again. It's even funnier when he thinks even further back to the begining. It's no wonder he's so rubbish at divination, he wouldn't have been able to predict such an outcome after planting his fist into the other man's face. He would never have expected the man who went out of his way to infuriate him would be the one to make him so completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy. He wouldn't give up a feeling like this for the highest social standing or the largest sum of money. He's going to hold onto it for a long time.
Speaking of- He's going to wind his arms around the other man, happy to keep his grey eyes fixed on the orange of Dirk's. He's missed them. They're practically his, after all. Hell, he can safely say they are his eyes now.His eyes on his Dirk who is his boyfriend. Perfect. He tugs his lips up into a smile, pressing their lips together for a short kiss before muttering against Dirk's lips.]
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Yet. When Dirk whispers the three infamous words against his lips he feels as if he could happily die right now from complete satisfaction. Hearing it said and having it stitched down for him to keep gives him a warmer more complete feeling than sex and kissing ever could. Ever since he'd admitted it to Dirk, he'd felt like he'd jumped the gun. Like there was a void and a gap between them that he'd crossed stupidly soon. He wanted to be patient and to wait for Dirk to feel it and feel properly, but he's never been particularly good at waiting.
It's funny, though. He had the advantage of watching Dirk come back to him properly after drifting for that brief time he never wants to think about again. It's even funnier when he thinks even further back to the begining. It's no wonder he's so rubbish at divination, he wouldn't have been able to predict such an outcome after planting his fist into the other man's face. He would never have expected the man who went out of his way to infuriate him would be the one to make him so completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy. He wouldn't give up a feeling like this for the highest social standing or the largest sum of money. He's going to hold onto it for a long time.
Speaking of- He's going to wind his arms around the other man, happy to keep his grey eyes fixed on the orange of Dirk's. He's missed them. They're practically his, after all. Hell, he can safely say they are his eyes now.His eyes on his Dirk who is his boyfriend. Perfect. He tugs his lips up into a smile, pressing their lips together for a short kiss before muttering against Dirk's lips.]
I love you too, angel eyes.