( closed ) i'm the wound you tried to hide

[breweries]

Who 🍷 shylock and certain people
What 🍷 shylock's affliction from the moon comes back with a vengeance.
When 🍷 anytime this month
Where 🍷 anywhere they wanna be
Content Warnings 🍷 shylock's heart is literally going to be on fire. it's not pretty. the rest is tba since owen will be here and will be saying some fucked-up shit inevitably.


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[breweries]

[ ah, of course. murr would never show pity -- not now, not ever. it's something that shylock has failed in teaching him over and over while he did his best in raising him up again from nothingness after the great calamity did him in.

somehow this very fact, and just... murr in general, is making his heart hurt even more than his flaming heart. indeed, love and hate truly are two sides of the coin, and shylock has never felt so much of both at the same time until now. it's a familiar feeling that puts him in ease despite the intensity of both concepts intermingling in one another. ]

Murr...

[ he sucks in a breath once more, as if the conflicting emotions in his heart is making his affliction worse. he stays there in murr's embrace, writhing in his grasp as they wait for the fire to die out on its own. when it does disappear, he can only pant and catch his breath as he lays limp there, completely exhausted. ]

[murrvelous]

[ as the fire dies down, murr's grip and embrace tightens. is it him realizing that shylock is still whole, not some pile of dust? is it him wanting shylock to know that he's still there, for better or for worse, willing to risk his own health for another western wizard--- having some kind of pride for who they are and a shared background that will always be relevant?

or: ]

Too late to melt the chocolate and marshmallows now...

[ murr raises his head. he looks up at shylock. ]

... we can do it later though, right?

[ s'mores, please. ]

[breweries]

Still... thinking about breakfast...

[ babe at this point he's lost his appetite. the embers do die down a moment later, and shylock is finally able to breathe for a moment.

and, well. maybe being embraced like this by him is nice every once in a while. he can get used to this. ]

Fufu. Perhaps I should set myself on fire more often, if it makes you act like this.

[ let him be indulgent okay ]

[murrvelous]

Of course! Breakfast is an anytime food, Shylock!

[ same with dessert. actually there's very little difference between the two. ]

... don't do that.

[ again, his voice comes out a little less bouncy and playful as it might normally be. but now that the fire is out, he can finally move up and snuggle closer to his cheek and chin. ]

I like you like this.

[ nice and warm and not on fire! ]

[breweries]

[ to murr, anytime is breakfast time, huh...

he does fall silent at that, though. "i like you like this," he says. that would've satisfied any other person who didn't know better, but not shylock. as always, no matter the form, murr is always there to poke at the smoldering flames of his heart, checking if he could kick up another fire by just kicking at the dying embers of his heart.

he hates murr oh so much.

and yet here he is, gingerly returning his embrace by hooking his hand around the other's back. ]

Mm. I know.

[ and he hates how much murr knows that he'll always love him no matter what, too. ]

[murrvelous]

[ and it's knowing that makes murr content. that while he easily gets bored by the mundane, the common, the predictable... sometimes it's good to have that. he may not personally acknowledge it. but being able to keep shylock in his arms, hold what's consistent close to his heart, something reachable and attainable and possible...

if there's another meaning, murr doesn't really feel like reaching for it right now. ]

Don't forget it.

[ after all. he is of shylock's own making. who knows if one day there might be no murrs in his life? ]

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I won't.

[ usually most people who aren't wizards would put in "i promise" at the end of that. but shylock knows better than say something like that, especially in a moment of weakness. just being held by murr is more than enough, incredibly indulgent as it is.

later he will make him smores for breakfast. it'll be just another normal day in the shymurr household, and shylock wouldn't want it any other way. ]