She's sliding his belt buckle open when someone starts pounding on her door. Murphy closes her eyes, allowing herself three whole seconds of hating the universe before she calls out, "What?"
"I don't know!" There's panic in the voice on the other side. She doesn't recognize the speaker's voice, but there are a lot of people in the theatre.
Her eyebrows knit together. "What do you--"
"I don't know! I don't know! There's a rift--"
Murphy swears fluently enough to make a guardian of that special hell blush and rolls off of Gabriel, snatching her sword from the corner by the door and throwing back the lock. She stops, looking back. "You're not healed yet," she says. She's not going to tell him to stay put, though, because fuck if he'll listen to her.
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Date: 2010-01-14 12:36 am (UTC)"I don't know!" There's panic in the voice on the other side. She doesn't recognize the speaker's voice, but there are a lot of people in the theatre.
Her eyebrows knit together. "What do you--"
"I don't know! I don't know! There's a rift--"
Murphy swears fluently enough to make a guardian of that special hell blush and rolls off of Gabriel, snatching her sword from the corner by the door and throwing back the lock. She stops, looking back. "You're not healed yet," she says. She's not going to tell him to stay put, though, because fuck if he'll listen to her.