fell asleep on.

[bottecellie]

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[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy still hurts after being separated from Connor, but it's not a strange thing to see him so attached to a man that looks closer to a twin to him than his true brother does.*

*He follows him and helps him hunt, clumsy as he can be at intending to be quiet. He mimicks him and even attempts to learn to shoot a crossbow. Murphy proves to be a quick student on regards of that, at least.*

*He has no shame on leaning against the other man as he begins to doze off. Daryl is not as comfortable as Connor is, but Daryl comforts him at least.*

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

*Daryl ain't never got cozy with some guy before. Merle... He didn't count because he was never cozy: Whenever they'd had to bunk together, Merle was all heavy arms that smacked you across the face, a mass of neglected muscle that always wanted all the bed*

*Murphy was different. He was clingy, sure, but compact too, trying to find a space to slot into, wanting to become part of Daryl's body rather than just crushing on the top of it*

*he had complained, frequently, but folk who'd seen it didn't act funny like he was expecting, not even Merle. Maybe folk didn't think it looked so queer when the other guy is your mirror image*

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Even though the late summer afternoons were still warm, nights were now becoming cold, and Murphy hated it. His socks had holes his toes popped out from, his blanket thin and barely covered him properly. Even unconscious, he couldn't help sticking his feet between the other man's.*

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

*Daryl grunted, annoyed. He was a light sleeper anyway, but even more so with Murphy all over him. His feet weren't cold at least, but it was still confining to have the other man tangling up in him like this*

*still, for some reason he didn't want to wake the Irishman, so he put his palm under his cheek and tried to ease him away from his chest a bit*

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy turned his face away from Daryl's palm, reaching up to swat his hand away. With a soft grunt, he shifted, pushing a leg between Daryl's and resting his head on his shoulders now, rather than the redneck's chest.*

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

Jus' fuckin' great... *he complained, but still softly. Now Murphy truly was snuggling with him, and when lips where close enough to feel the other man's breath on them, that was a crossed line*

Oi, mic... Wake up. *he gave his arm a shove*

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy's only response involved a grumble and his hand landing on Daryl's face. Staying there. Keeping the annoyance away.*

*A soft smile graced the Irishman's lips.*

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

*jerking his body about more, Daryl shoved the hand off his face, then turned to shove at Murphy with both hands. He'd have never done this with Merle, but Murphy wasn't his big brother, he was his equal*

Gerthehell offa me!

[4_thee_my_lord]

Oi! *Murphy landed on his arm, the other one raised and expecting a punch that never came.* The hell?? *his voice was hoarse from the much needed sleep and he felt too tired to retaliate. If Connor had been the one to pull that on him, he would have kicked him back right away though.*

*Connor...*

The hell's yer problem?

[arrow_in_ur_ass]

*Daryl was wide awake and ready for a fight if that's what it came to. At least he knew they were well matched and it'd be a good, fair fight. He pushed himself upright, sitting up to tower over Murphy*

My problem is I got some damn limpet clingin' on me like 'm some creek rowboat 'n' I can't sleep like that!

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy was barely listening though, he was busy rubbing his face and yawning and then rearranging the bed and settling back in, as if he owned the bedroll.*

It's too cold ta sleep by yerself. *he mumbled as he nuzzled his pillow*