to be alone — open

[mickey]

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— even from mickey’s earliest memories, he had always tried to take after his dad. there were many fond memories, such as sneaking into his father’s immaculate home office whenever he was away. he would sit at the desk chair, looking so small in a place so big and grand. small fingers would gently slide across the mahogany desk in wonder and awe. he’d pluck out books on the shelves, trying to read over the text that was far too complex for a child his age. his dad ought to have known mick spent his time in there; one time, handing him a book he’d found not in its original place, and telling him to keep it. the medical book was full of jargon mickey didn’t understand at the time, though the giant book was always lugged around the house by the young child.

other childhood possessions accumulated; a pocket watch, tattered newspaper clippings, snatching a few lighters… there wasn’t anyone else mickey ever looked up to quite like that. he didn’t there there ever would be anyone he could look up to like that again. he stood at the dock, a somber look in his eyes. it had been so long since he’d died, and mick still felt as though he was lost without him. all of his possessions that reminded him of his dad were gone, lost to time. it left him with only nostalgic memories and burning questions. would his life had been different, had he still been around? would he have gone through all the trauma he’d previously faced? would he be proud? the questions left a bitter taste in his mouth; he already figured he knew the answers.

shielding his lighter from the wind, he lit the cigarette held between his lips. he’d been craving a smoke; sometimes his little smoke breaks left him feeling less heavy. hopefully, that would be one of those days, he hoped.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 02/25.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ BURIED MY HEART IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND ◞
‣  ❝ mickey serge ❞ | mick, serge | male [he/him] .
‣ 33 years old . | may fifth; taurus.
‣  currently the prodigy of northstar district
‣  currently co-founder/co-head of st. peter’s clinic in the district alongside lucerne nouvel.

◜PERSONALITY: ISFJ ┊ THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND ◞
‣  aloof . ambitious . blunt . distant . driven . hard-working . passionate . humble . reserved . introverted . intelligent . level-headed . trustworthy . honest . caring . quiet . gentlemanly . kind . pessimistic . unreadable . stoic . withdrawn .
↳ lover of tea and cigarettes
↳ struggles with ptsd symptoms
↳ recovering alcoholic (over a year sober)
↳ currently showing signs/symptoms of depression following his mother's death

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ BURIED MY GUILT IN A PIT IN THE SOUND ◞
‣ six foot one & one hundred and sixty seven pounds ; reference .
↳ dark brown hair kept very short on the sides and neat
↳ skinny with slight muscle tone
↳ deep blue eyes , often stoic , emotionless

◜ FAMILY ┊ I TRIED AND I TRIED AND I WAS NEVER THE SAME ◞
‣  david serge x tamara serge | father deceased . mother recently deceased
‣ only child
‣ currently claims guardianship of arlo - doesn’t consider himself arlo’s parent

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ I'LL BREAK UP THE CHAIN ◞
‣  homosexual ; monogamous | a hopeless romantic .
‣ ex-fiance to elinor rose
↳ engagement fell apart after coming to terms with mick’s sexuality .
‣  ex-lover to edmund stirling-moray
↳ the first guy he had ever been with . helped him become comfortable with his sexuality before coming out of the closet.
‣ current boyfriend of vernon green
↳ currently live together . inseparable .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ I'M FOREVER CHANGED ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 8/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[GREENIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]When Vernon found that the closest thing to a safe home was on the side of the street, there was no way of him getting to hold onto too many sentimental items. It had been a shame since he had accumulated two families’ worth of possessions that reminded him of all that he had lost, and narrowing the items down to just a couple had been one of the most gruelling tasks he’d been faced with as a young boy. One thing he chose to hold on to was an unassuming baseball cap, a possession somewhat bizarre to choose to keep close in his affections. But it had been the very cap that his foster father used to wear consistently whilst they maintained the fishing boats together at the docklands.

Now that he was gone, all that Green had left was a cap in his memory, an item so sentimental that Green was often seen wearing the cap wherever he went around the city. It served him well in a place like the District, an area so abundant in sunrays and warmth, and so oftentimes most people did not see the significance in his favorite accessories. Whilst that innocent childhood was all but a distant memory, Vernon was still fond of the times that he could remember so vividly. The loss of his family, both biological and adopted, had saddened him greatly — when they died, he lost his childhood, too — but it had happened when he was so young that the grief had eventually numbed with familiarity. It was not to say he didn’t miss them terribly, but he had quickly learned how to live without them.

Upon spotting Mickey smoking outside, Green would of course pay his boyfriend a visit. He slid over with an eager grin, nudging his shoulder against Mick’s own before he said playfully, ❝ Fancy meeting you here. ❞ If he could bring a smile to Mick’s lips, then Green would have known that he’d done his job here. He loved nothing more than to make Mick feel happy. Glancing across at him as he smoked, Green’s gaze wandered across his features before he asked, ❝ How long have you been smoking for? ❞ It was a question he never thought to ask before but, now that he and Mickey had been together for a while now, it was becoming a topic he was more curious about.