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[...we of all people should understand...]
I'm 18 years old today. :) Hooray for me.
I originally meant for this to be on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bds100, but then it U-turned on me and was all, “No.”
Shepherds
Boondock Saints. Connor/Murphy. PG13…? Troy Duffy owns everything except the drabble itself.
The inevitable.
Connor didn’t think it was supposed to be this easy, but after you had killed enough men to populate a small town, he supposed one more probably didn’t make a difference. Just add one more to the body count.
It had been a quick death. A bullet to the head, in the middle of a kiss. Lucky that Murphy did things all-or-nothing; when he loved, he lost himself in other people. Murphy closed his eyes, pressed his lips to Connor’s, and didn't notice that Connor kept his eyes open and dully lucid. Didn't notice when Connor reached for the gun.
“It’s a long time coming, Murph,” says Connor, barely a whisper. “Destroy that which is evil so that which is good may flourish.” He laid his brother gently on the mattress, and took the coins from the night table and put them on Murphy’s eyes. “We of all people should understand.”
Connor sat on the floor, leaning back against the other bed and tried to delay the inevitable, because the inevitable felt like a hot, unmerciful weight at the bottom of his stomach. Because if Connor faced his beliefs, if he was truly faithful, then the next bullet in the gun was his. Love was not a one-sided occupation, and Connor had loved Murphy and had wanted the taste of him in his mouth and the feel of him under his hands the next fucking bullet in the gun was his.
“I’ve never done a right thing in this world, Murph,” Connor barely whispered, almost mouthed. “But I do thank you for sticking by me regardless.” He said, “Sorry, Da,” and cocked the gun. “And shepherds we shall be…”
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A/N: I keep killing Murphy. I think it’s Norman’s influence.
A/N #2: I'm not anti-twincest. It may seem like it sometimes, but I'm not. Really.
I originally meant for this to be on
bds100, but then it U-turned on me and was all, “No.”Shepherds
Boondock Saints. Connor/Murphy. PG13…? Troy Duffy owns everything except the drabble itself.
The inevitable.
Connor didn’t think it was supposed to be this easy, but after you had killed enough men to populate a small town, he supposed one more probably didn’t make a difference. Just add one more to the body count.
It had been a quick death. A bullet to the head, in the middle of a kiss. Lucky that Murphy did things all-or-nothing; when he loved, he lost himself in other people. Murphy closed his eyes, pressed his lips to Connor’s, and didn't notice that Connor kept his eyes open and dully lucid. Didn't notice when Connor reached for the gun.
“It’s a long time coming, Murph,” says Connor, barely a whisper. “Destroy that which is evil so that which is good may flourish.” He laid his brother gently on the mattress, and took the coins from the night table and put them on Murphy’s eyes. “We of all people should understand.”
Connor sat on the floor, leaning back against the other bed and tried to delay the inevitable, because the inevitable felt like a hot, unmerciful weight at the bottom of his stomach. Because if Connor faced his beliefs, if he was truly faithful, then the next bullet in the gun was his. Love was not a one-sided occupation, and Connor had loved Murphy and had wanted the taste of him in his mouth and the feel of him under his hands the next fucking bullet in the gun was his.
“I’ve never done a right thing in this world, Murph,” Connor barely whispered, almost mouthed. “But I do thank you for sticking by me regardless.” He said, “Sorry, Da,” and cocked the gun. “And shepherds we shall be…”
[end.]
A/N: I keep killing Murphy. I think it’s Norman’s influence.
A/N #2: I'm not anti-twincest. It may seem like it sometimes, but I'm not. Really.
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OW.
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~heart hurts~
~curls up and cries~
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*offers kleenex*
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...
*weeps*...*sniff*
That was.. so sad. But very well written.
Gosh dangit. Murphyyyyy..
...Connorrrr..
What horrible feedback. O_o Sorry.
Oh! Happy Birthday! 18 is a good age. ^_^
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18 is a good age.
So I heard. Looking forward to it. :D
*wearing silly hat in honour of occassion*
Death!drabble on your birthday, eh?
Rock on, my friend.......
;-)
i heartily support the wearing of silly hats.
Rock on, my friend.......
That's the plan, mate. ;)
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Happy birthday! *sings and throws confetti for you*
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*GOES INTO ALL THE R18 MOVIES POSSIBLE, WHIPPING OUT AN OFFICIAL ID LIKE A MOFO*
Except maybe not.
:D <3
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Hope you're having a great day so far. It's fun being 18, and legal. :)
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...Could be worse.
;) :D
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It can only get better now.
*hugs you again*
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I think I hate you for making me all devasted. But then I don't, because..Oh god. This is so, so good I want to die. From the goodness. Except its bad, because of the devastating-ness.
I should have just kept with Oh god. :)
(Happy Birthday btw *throws confetti*)
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*throws confetti*
You can never have too much virtual confetti, I say. *rejoices* Thank you!
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it was really good...except that it was SAAAAADDDDDD
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Then again, so is angst.
This reply made no sense. I'm sorry. Thank you regardless. ...:)?
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I, too, wish you a "Happy Birthday" ::Blows noisemaker, just to be different::
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yes, that's all.
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This is the most realistic twincest I've ever read.