I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding

[emori]

Who: Emori (emori) & a few people.
What: catch all
When: January
Where: Around!
Warning(s): will update if needed



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for john murphy, cont. from dec. 2

[emori]

[Emori's smile is genuine and she feels all warm and fuzzy inside. Her blanket is maybe the size of a twin bed but she tosses some of it over John's hip.]

Come closer, then.

[She turns away from him and brings her hands up to shove under the pillow. Her headwrap is left on the nightstand, her hair is still a little wet from a shower (those didn't come very often where she used to live). Her lips bunch up nervously and she stares at the wall.]

[mofi]

[ Murphy takes the bit of blanket that Emori's given him and gently pulls it over his body, just enough. Slowly he scoots closer to where his chest is snug against her back. ]

Okay [ , he says softly. There's a little hesitation but a few seconds later he slides an arm between herself and the mattress while his other arm drapes over her. ] Is that okay?

[emori]

[Emori nods, the soft sound of her hair against the pillowcase can be heard. She looks back at him and her heart jumps. He's warm, warmer than she remembers. Emori's afraid to move her legs, but she really wants to entangle them with John's.]

It's fine. Just... pretend it's the beginning again.

[mofi]

Okay. [ Nervously, he chuckles airily. It's hard to pretend something was the beginning when you were close and intimate with someone for the last six years (before going into a cryo-induced sleep). Murphy closes his eyes and gently pulls her in. ]

[emori]

[Emori doesn't know why she said that. It's not easy for her either. Because being held by John feels so natural and so comforting. She turns and cranes her neck so that she can look at him out of the corner of her eye.]

You laughed. Can't do that? Me either.

[mofi]

Guilty as charged [ , he murmurs. Murphy purses his lips together, trying to hide the smirk that wants to spread across his face. ]

No laughing. [ Why are things funnier when you were told not to laugh? And how you want to smile more when that isn't allowed. Murphy opens one eye and looks at her trying to look at him. ] You can't look at me.

[emori]

[Emori opens her eyes wider, almost comically so.]

I'm looking at you. Why can't I look at you? Are we going to sleep? Was that the plan?

[Honestly, she can't remember the conversation that brought him over here. She can't remember anything right now.]

[mofi]

Because. There's no laughing, no smiling and you can't look at me. [ A hint of a smirk shows through but he pinches his lips together into a thin line. ] Yeah, that. We're going to sleep. I'm helping you go to sleep, remember? [ Murphy's still looking at her with his own eye.

But he can't help the giggle that rises from his chest. ] Why do you have your eyes open so wide?

[emori]

Because you only have one eye open, so I have to open mine bigger. [She leans into him, and she'd have to explain what she was doing anyway. Her aim is to press her eyeball to his, but obviously she will fail at this.]

Touch eyes with me!! C'mon! I don't want to sleep anymore.

[Maybe that's why she put distance between them. Because when she was close to him, she got stupid, silly, happy, ridiculous.]

[mofi]

[ Murphy full belly laughs, unguarded. He tries to roll away, keeping her from mashing her eyeball to his. ] I'm not going to touch eyes with you [ , he says between his laughter. ]

We're going to sleep! [ He's rolled over so his back is to her back now. ]

[emori]

[Murphy rolls over and Emori drapes herself over his body, quite dramatically.]

John. John what if I want to do something else?

[She seeks out his warm belly with her hand, slipping up under his shirt. Emori gently pats him-- then starts to move erratically, tickling him.]

I'm not tired anymore.

[mofi]

What do you want to do Emori [ , Murphy says through the side of his smirk. Her hands are cool and feel nice against his stomach but then her fingers start being more pointed and hit all of the spots she knows that will get him squirming around. ]

That's it [ , Murphy warns through his giggles and turns over so that he was hovering above her. ] Not tired, huh? [ His fingers wriggle and go at her sides, dancing up and down. By now he's comfortably settled on top of her, bent knees press cozily at her sides. Body leaning over her, tickling her sides. ]

[emori]

[Emori wriggles beneath him, careful not to kick him in the crotch. She grabs him by the biceps and yanks him downwards, trying not to headbutt him in the process. After pulling him down, she tries to push him away again. But she really doesn't want him to go away, so it's not very hard.]

John! Don't make me kick your ass! [It's the emptiest of threats, she's enjoying this, because she's laughing like a goddamn donkey.]

for CLARKE GRIFFIN

[emori]

[Emori remembers what Bellamy told her about Mt. Weather. He said that he was there to infiltrate and ended up as a prisoner. Raven told him that she had her bone marrow drilled out of her. Echo said she met Bellamy there, and had been there for some time before him.

They all told her that somehow, everyone was irradiated. Maybe Bellamy didn't want to tell that part of the story.

Emori goes to Clarke's room, and knocks on the door gently. She speaks up,]

It's Emori...

[romancekiller]

[clarke had spent most of the day at claire's clinic helping out there so it's later in the evening when she gets back and just settles into her room for the rest of the evening.

she couldn't really sleep so she was just drawing in her sketchbook trying to preoccupy herself when she suddenly hears the knock on her door] Hey Emori— it's open, you come in. Did you need something?

[emori]

[Emori opens the door and walks in, but she looks a little sheepish. Which is strange, Emori is usually quite bold.]

I just wanted to talk. About the gifts I got from the people here. You seemed ... displeased?

[She didn't know the painting kit or cake or any of that, that Clarke got in Mt. Weather. But she knows something is up.]

[romancekiller]

Huh— no, I'm fine really. [she might have been a bit preoccupied but if anything she was displeased about how she's been having trouble sleeping but she brushes it off as to not worry anyone. hearing emori wanting to talk to her though was a bit of a surprise but not in a bad way either, she just smiles to show as much] Anyway I'm here to listen if you want to talk about more about that.

[emori]

What did you mean, what you said on my network post? About trust?

[Emori fidgets where she stands, arms crossed over her stomach protectively.]

[romancekiller]

[clarke pauses for a moment, looking in thought at the question when emori brings up the subject] You mean why it hasn't given me any reason to trust it?

[emori]

[Emori nods, trying to hold her chin up so she wouldn't appear to be a scared dog. Clarke wasn't intimating (mostly) but Emori felt like a foreigner in her life. Like she had no right to ask.] Yeah. Why is that?

[romancekiller]

[clarke frown slightly at that because while she is trying to be understanding of those who trust this place, it's not something she can manage to do herself not after everything she has been either. she lets out a sigh and just shifts on her bed slightly to create more room] It's complicated— you might want to sit down for this if you want me to go into more detail.

for MATT MURDOCK

[emori]

[The storm situation hadn't been mentioned yet. It was still quiet where they were, still comfortable and happy. Emori found out where Matt lived and headed over to his house. She dressed in comfortable clothes, knowing there would be training. When they trained on the Ring, comfortable but not loose clothes were preferred. Loose clothes got you yanked around. --But this was boxing. There wouldn't be much grappling in that. Bellamy knew how to box a little, but they were practicing harder than that.

She arrives at his place and knocks on the door tentatively. Emori doesn't speak up. She wasn't afraid of Matt... she just wasn't completely sure if she could trust him. ]