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— it was just one of those nights. legs dangling off the edge of the dock, he took a long drag of his cigarette. he stared at the dark sea as he slowly released a plume of smoke. his fingers gently tapped against his thigh, waiting only a moment longer before tapping ash off his cigarette. for a while, he could convince himself everything was alright. he could tell himself he was making progress towards a better state of mind, no longer tormented by his past. it took nights like these for him to get back to his senses.
waking up in the middle of the night, plagued by memories and haunted by the faces of the past. sometimes all it took was getting out of bed, working to calm himself down before he could quietly slip back into bed again. sometimes, though, it was best to step outside entirely. it helped to find such a beautifully serene view, look at the lake illuminated by the pale moonlight. his gaze would occasionally glance up at the stars, trying to search for constellations he thought he had learned. anything to try and ease a troubled heart.
sometimes he failed to understand why now. why did he still feel like this at northstar of all places? he had it so good here. he had a network of friends, some he considered a second family almost; people he cared about so deeply that he’d do anything for them. and just- surrounded by so much good. mick sighed. even while that was the case, his inner struggles and doubts never seemed to stop for anything. whether he was having one of the best days of his life or the worst, the trauma still clung to him just the same. all this time he convinced himself that once he found happiness and peace, all the pain from the past would go away.
if only it were that easy. he narrowed his eyes slightly as he took another smoke, lost in thought. guess it was something he would have to live with, as much as he hated to admit that to himself at times. legs gently rocked back and forth absently. with a place like this, sometimes the weight felt far more bearable. sometimes he felt like less of a lost cause.
// just a chill thread
smokin' on the dock
The night time was the worst. When there was nothing to distract him from all of the thoughts which raced through his brain. There was no off switch, no temporary release from the anxiety which crept in every night. As if he was still anticipating him to walk through the doors again. Slowly, shakily, Green inhaled a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as he quietly urged himself to sleep. For one night - dammit - please. He grit his teeth ever-so-slightly, releasing his breath before he felt movement creeping up towards his head. And then, Midas sat on his shoulder, leaning down to lick Green’s cheek as if he knew what that sigh meant.
❝ Walk? ❞ Green spoke out in the darkness, hesitating for a moment before sitting up, legs dangling over the side of his bed. Two dogs hopped down to the ground, stood nearby with gently wagging tails. If he couldn’t sleep, then he may as well walk. The dogs could relieve themselves, Green could get a breath of fresh air, and perhaps a change of scenery could do him some good, right? He leaned forwards to pull a t-shirt on from the pile of laundry on the ground, Green smoothing the fabric down before he stood up.
There was a gentle chill in the air, enough for Green’s skin to crawl upon getting out of bed. He chewed down on his lip, flitting his gaze towards the chest of drawers in his bedroom. And there, neatly folded on the top of the chest of drawers was a hoodie - a familiar one at that. He stared at it for a long moment, features dull, before walking on by. He’d rather the cold anyways.
He shoved his hands in his pockets once he left his house, the two dogs trotting up ahead as he wandered through the District and then just out on the outskirts. Passed the factories, passed the warehouses - the walk was done in silence, Green breathing slow and steady as his eyes watched up ahead. Then he passed by the harbor, slowing to a halt at a man sat at the end of the dock. Despite the darkness, it wasn’t difficult for Green to quickly recognize who it was. His brows knitted together with surprise.
What was Mickey doing up?
Sure, Mickey could ask Green the same question, but perhaps he’d understand. He always seemed to understand. Quietly, his shoes clicked against the dock as he wandered down, Midas and Ginnie scuttling ahead to greet Mick with curiosity before Green wordlessly took a seat next to him. He was silent for a moment, looking ahead at the sea, before he turned his head to flit his gaze over to Mick. ❝ Mickey... It’s late. ❞ He murmured matter-of-factly, eyes shifting across his features worriedly before looking back out at the sea.
After all, despite his own demons, the thought of Mick being out here with his own struggles drew Green’s attention away from his personal woes. After a moment, Green leaned over to rest his head on Mick’s shoulder. Green would put Mickey before himself any day. ❝ Are you okay? ❞ He finally mumbled softly.
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✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty five // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039
appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 100%
¬ current injuries: N/A
✫ mental health - 65%
¬ he's currently recovering after a long term traumatic incident where he was being abused.
personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // would stand up to just about anybody
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends
relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ currently in a relationship with mickey serge
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery
interaction.
✫ bio // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: medium // mentally: medium
✫ he has a bow and arrow, but tends to use it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[align=center] I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
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— footsteps clicked down the dock. tired eyes stared blankly ahead for only a brief moment, visibly pausing. he knew who he hoped it was; knew that he dreaded it being anyone else. after a beat, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at vernon. relief. it washed over quiet features. he always happened to come around when mickey needed him most, didn’t he? midas and ginnie were there to greet him first, lifting his free hand to scratch each of their heads fondly while green wordlessly sat down at his side. mick stopped petting the dogs to gaze over at vernon.
”mickey… it’s late.” the worry in his gaze as he looked over at him. mick’s gaze lingered even when green turned his gaze ahead. he easily could have told vern the same thing. it was too late for anyone to be out, alone and without reason. for the most part, he felt as if he understood why green was outside, wandering aimlessly. he didn’t know all that green went through. he didn’t even know half of it. and in the same way, vernon didn’t know exactly what thoughts often terrorized mick. their trauma wasn’t in any way alike. although, different as their situations were, mickey was incredibly familiar with losing sleep due to a past tragedy. unsure of what else to do, he subtly nodded his head, turning his gaze away to put out his dwindling cigarette.
green rested his head on his shoulder. that touch alone seemed to have taken a weight off of mick’s shoulders. “are you okay?” wasn’t that just like vernon to ask that, when it was obvious that he could be asked the same question as well. he was so painfully selfless. mick didn’t know what he did to possibly deserve it. he paused, looking ahead at the sea as he contemplated just how much could be said. he tried to be an open book around those he adored; sometimes he was still hesitant to reveal a few of the torn-out pages.
mickey often struggled to admit when he wasn’t okay. too often, he felt like he was a burden if he talked about his own problems for too long. ”i will be,” he answered in a soft utter, the closest answer to “no, not really” he could probably get. after a moment’s pause, he released a short breath. he placed his hand on green’s thigh, leaning gently into the man’s comfort as he looked out across the water. “i just needed to get out for a bit. get some fresh air, clear my head.” he sighed, shrugging one shoulder almost dismissively.
and had it been any other person, any other time, he probably would have stopped there. though something in him briefly cracked, features twitching briefly. innermost thoughts gently slipped through the cracks. “i have everything i could ever want here,” he admitted softly, lowering his head briefly. “but after everything i’ve done, it feels like-” he exhaled deeply. “i just can’t forget it all and be happy.” he paused, shaking his head. “i don’t think i deserve it.” it was a painfully intimate thought, something he usually kept to himself. to even try and say enough for green to understand-- he didn’t think he ever could. the fact that he put effort into trying to open up such closed-off parts of himself for him, though.. it meant more than he could ever let on.
he turned his head and briefly pressed his lips to the top of green’s head. for a moment he simply stayed like that, taking in the moment for all that it was worth. even at a relatively low point mentally, mick still tried to relish in every possible moment spent with vernon. “are you okay?” he asked softly, lingering for a moment before looking back out across the ocean. after a moment, he supplied, “couldn’t sleep?” he had enough about talking about himself. it seemed about time to focus on the person that mattered most in that moment.
It was funny how things could all work out. Both men, around the same time of the night, finding themselves leaving their homes to escape the confinement of a bedroom which could sometimes feel more like a prison when the anxiety kicked in. Green was relieved to see that familiar silhouette sat at the end of the dock, wasting no time before he wandered closer to meet him. In all of his worry and self-doubt, it was difficult to understand that Mickey needed Green just as much as Green needed him. As he sat down next to Mick, he tried all he could to understand the man beside him. He struggled with some demons, too - he’d managed to open himself up to Green enough for Green to know.
Yet, Green could never say that he could fully understand what went on in Mickey’s mind, no matter how desperately he could try to learn of every thought and feeling that passed through Mickey’s mind. It was simply unrealistic for Green to do such a thing. There were some things which Mick ought to deal with on his own - Green had no right to try and fix everything for Mick - but he could certainly be there so that Mick knew that he’d never have to face things alone. Resting his head on Mick’s shoulder came with a natural ease, Green settling in closer as he fluttered tired eyes shut.
And, whilst he knew that he couldn’t be the one to fix Mickey’s lifetime of suffering, Green couldn’t help but worry. Of course he’d still worry - Mick meant a lot to him. He felt the need to ask, not only as a gateway to open conversation if Mick wished to open up but also so that Green could at least feel reassured that Mick was doing all right. His concern towards his partner helped distract him from the mind-numbing pain that he had been feeling too.
❝ I will be. ❞ Mick’s answer was said softly, and Green was glad that he could be open enough to say that much. Green knew well that Mick was far from open, instead lingering comfortably behind that wall he built around himself like a barricade. His hand moved to rest on Green’s thigh, Green comforted by the closeness between the two of them. At this moment, it was a relief to know that he wouldn’t be alone tonight. Green was quiet as he gave Mick a chance to speak, even whilst words seemed hesitant and slow to admit. Slowly, as Mick spoke, Green raised his head to flit his gaze over towards his side profile, listening carefully to Mick’s thoughts.
It was as if the both of them were going through such a similar situation. Guilt about being… themselves. And, whilst Green would never understand exactly what Mick was feeling, he could only do his best to try. Green’s compassionate gaze lingered for a moment longer before he began to wrap his arms around Mick’s shoulders, cheek resting on his shoulder again. Mick felt as if he didn’t deserve this life he led, but Green could argue all night if he wanted to; Mick deserved every last piece of it because- ❝ You know the things that you have done don’t make you who you are, right? ❞ Green mumbled quietly, twisting his head ever-so-slightly so that he could glance at Mick’s face.
❝ Plus- ❞ He then added as an afterthought, ❝ I guess your remorse proves that you’ve taken responsibility for what you’ve done in the past? A lot of people aren’t… good enough people to be able to accept that kind of blame, because that means having to feel the responsibility of everyone they’ve affected when they’re too self-absorbed to want to show that sort of compassion... ❞ For Green, the man who once saw the best in everybody, to admit that not everyone was a good person was a bittersweet pill to swallow. He learned from his mistake that trusting anyone and everyone was nothing more than a fool’s game to play.
But Mick… Mick was a good person. He may have had a questionable past, but that didn’t make him who he was today. That was only the product of his circumstances. And, he may never realize that his remorse was a beautiful thing to see, not because Green enjoyed watching him hurt but because it assured him of the fact that Mick had a heart great enough to acknowledge the pain he’d caused and then choose to consciously change himself to become a better man. Other people would forever feel nothing after harming lives, as if that pain meant nothing to them. ❝ You’re a good person, Mickey… And I really like you for it. ❞
Green shut his eyes gently as Mick turned to press a kiss to his forehead, relishing that moment as, for those few moments, Green felt that he would be okay. ❝ Couldn’t sleep? ❞ Even with Mick asking, Green wondered if Mick already knew what would have Green up in the midst of the night wandering around. Green didn’t even know what he could say to explain what was on his mind. Why? Well, it began to feel so repetitive, as if he was in this same narrow cycle of fear and guilt and that numbing sadness which made him feel as if he lost what made him him.
Shrugging, Green lifted his head to scrunch his nose up wordlessly, followed by a somewhat dismissive hum. He didn’t know if he was okay, and yet he felt a reluctance to bring up how he felt in that moment. As if opening up would only harm him more than help. Slowly, Green pulled his arms away to rest his hands on his lap, mindlessly picking at the skin on his knuckles as his heart thudded against his chest. He allowed the silence to linger for a moment, Green’s head low whilst eyes shifted across the sea. ❝ It’s fine. ❞ He was so quick to dismiss his thoughts, pausing before tipping his head towards the two dogs who lay peacefully on the dock. ❝ They needed to go out anyways. ❞ A lousy excuse but Green didn’t know what else to say.
He was silent for a moment until, finally, he looked back towards Mick. ❝ Stay with me tonight? ❞ He didn’t know about Mick, but not having to be alone tonight felt so much more comforting to Green. Perhaps Mick’s company would help him have a more restful night where he could feel safe.
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✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty five // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039
appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 100%
¬ current injuries: N/A
✫ mental health - 65%
¬ he's currently recovering after a long term traumatic incident where he was being abused.
personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // would stand up to just about anybody
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends
relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ currently in a relationship with mickey serge
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery
interaction.
✫ bio // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: medium // mentally: medium
✫ he has a bow and arrow, but tends to use it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[align=center] I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
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— mick often preferred his own company. it was rare to find him actively seeking someone else’s company, especially during the nights where he felt as troubled as he did then. though perhaps there was a part of him that didn’t want to be left alone after all. there was even a small feeling of relief as green came closer and sat down by him quietly. it felt like a confusing paradox, wanting to be left alone but loathing the idea of being alone. he glanced towards vernon before looking back out across the waters. at least when the other man came into the picture, the confusing swarm of conflicting emotions seemed to quiet down into one single train of thought. he wanted green down here beside him, even if just for a while.
he didn’t expect green’s question, quiet and not even trying to pry, to cause him to briefly pour out a storm of feelings. the words were vague and didn’t hit all the points he wanted to make -- though for mick, just that small bit of letting down his walls felt monumental. it at least got the point across, even when mick decided to spare the man most of the details of his troubling past. he would hate there to ever be a day green saw him the same way as he saw himself; in some ways it even terrified him. having him live without knowing every terrible thing mick had done felt easier, and safer. why burden green with all the broken parts of himself?
green wrapped his arms around his shoulders, resting his cheek on his shoulder comfortably. he sighed gently, his thumb gently brushing over green’s thigh. maybe someday, he decided as an afterthought. after all, green deserved everything mick could possibly give and more. holding anything back from him seemed almost painful. he so desperately wished he could be an open book for the other man; it was a feat that was easier said than done.
“you know the things that you have done don’t make you who you are, right?” mick’s throat felt painfully tight at green’s quiet mumble, blinking away any surge of emotion. he didn’t nod in silent agreement or acknowledgment; he didn’t know if he could fully believe the words, himself. it was supposed to be a simple thing to agree with, yet mick didn’t know if he could apply it to himself. some of the parts of himself were ugly and dark -- how could those parts just suddenly go away someday? he clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze.
he supposed they didn’t go away. it seemed like there wasn’t a single day where he let himself forget about it. thoughts plagued his mind whenever he had time to himself. some days, the thoughts were mind-numbing. others, those same thoughts were loud and static, loud buzzing that demanded to be acknowledged and felt. maybe he wasn’t only a terrible man who caused so much violence and destruction wherever he went; some days it took more convincing than others.
green continued to softly talk, mick saying nothing at all and doing very little, save for gently continuing to brush his thumb back and forth along green’s leg. “you’re a good person, mickey… and i really like you for it.” the words were to soft and earnest. mick felt wordless, only able to press a short kiss to green’s forehead and utter a quiet, heartfelt, “thank you.” what else was there to say to somebody who so effortlessly tried to comfort someone when they were hurting just as much themselves?
of course mickey was quick to change the topic to green, watching as green pulled his arms away to rest his hands on his lap. folding in on himself in the smallest of ways. mick took the moment to lift his arm and put it around green’s shoulders, tugging the man closer towards him in a short breath. while mick didn’t completely understand everything going on in green’s head, while he didn’t know the torment and everything he had gone through with his trauma, or was reluctant to speak about his troubles, mick could still sit there with him. vernon didn’t have to face it all alone.
he let the silence settle between them, tired eyes looking toward midas and ginnie until green spoke. “stay with me tonight?”
he didn’t waste much time before he nodded his head in silent agreement. why would he possibly turn it down? he was quiet a moment, taking a moment to choose his words before he started to speak again. “it might not mean much,” he started, gaze out towards the horizon in quiet contemplation. “but you- amaze me.” he let the words sink in for a moment before he huffed a breath, as if the words didn’t quite hit the mark. he leaned against vern, adding, “i’m not just saying it to make you feel better, either. i mean it.”
“all that you’ve gone through, and you’re still you.” he hummed thoughtfully as he echoed green’s own words, a certain light in his eyes as he looked towards green, a single brow quirked, “i really like you for it.”
he let the moment sink in, looking over at green for a moment longer. then, pushing himself up to stand on the dock, he held a hand out for green to take and pull himself up. "want to head to your house?"
Tonight was one of those nights where Green didn't want to be left alone.
Mickey nodded his head silently at Green’s question. At least tonight would not be a night where he’d feel so alone, trapped in his head with no distractions. When he felt this vulnerable and anxious, any feeling of security felt like a blessing to him. Green’s gaze lingered on Mick for a moment before he settled comfortably against him once more, head resting on his shoulder. ❝ It might not mean much- ❞ Mick then began, Green stilling as he listened carefully to his words. You amaze me. Green began to smile, lifting his head up to glance back towards Mick. ❝ You really think so? ❞ He asked fondly, huffing a modest breath of laughter.
❝ All that you’ve gone through, and you’re still you. ❞ Green faltered gently, eyes darting across Mick’s face as he then looked to him, and Green was pretty certain that those very words were exactly what he needed to hear. In all the months that he’d surrendered to another man’s ruthlessness, Green had begun to feel as if Mateo had stripped him of his identity. As if he’d become nothing more than an extension of his abuser. Everything that Green did was to appease him. Everything that Green had once been had been diluted by that penetrating darkness that had shrouded his soul. Made him feel unclean. Made him feel as if he was no longer Vernon Green but instead just a shattered fragment of what he’d once been.
Green looked away again to look out at the ocean again, illuminated gently by the moonlight, as he fought back the surge of emotion which began to swirl within. He wanted to tell Mick just how much he needed to hear those very words and yet he knew that if he did then he’d probably cry. Mickey had his own demons to face tonight, and so Green wanted to be strong enough for Mickey to tend to his own broken pieces.
❝ I really needed to hear that. ❞ Green said softly, allowing his eyes to sink shut for just a moment to recompose himself before looking over at Mick. Quietly, he raised a hand to rest against Mick’s cheek, turning his head gently to face him before Green leaned in to press a thankful kiss against his lips. ❝ You’re so good to me. ❞ Green whispered as an afterthought once he pulled away, and those words were quite the understatement. In fact, Mickey would probably never realize the impact that he had made on Green’s life. He was there when Green needed somebody the most. He wasn’t just his partner, but also the man who’d saved him from a lifetime of hurt.
His eyes followed Mick as he pushed himself back up onto his feet, a small closed lip smile tugging at Green’s lips as he then took Mick’s hand and stood up. ❝ My room’s a mess. ❞ He admitted as the couple began to wander off the dock and back towards his home. For a man who normally kept his quaint home pristine, it was peculiar for him to have made such a mess of his bedroom earlier in the day. The motivation to keep up appearances wasn’t always easy for Green, but something told him that Mickey would be more than understanding.
Gently, he squeezed Mick’s hand, shoulder nudging against his upper arm as he mumbled softly, voice somewhat strained as if his throat was tight, ❝ Thank you… for agreeing to stay. ❞ Whilst he was grateful to at least have a night where he could feel more comforted and safer, perhaps the both of them could do with each other’s company that night. And, as Green swallowed hard, blinking wet eyes, he knew that he would certainly benefit from having Mickey with him that night. He cleared his throat, looking to the side as he wandered down the street. Quiet and contemplative.
After all, a certain weight which once weighed heavy on his shoulders felt as if it’d shifted that evening. The weight still remained, but it felt a fraction of a bit lighter. During these nights, he’d grieve over an identity that’d been stripped away from him by his trauma. But, tonight, he could rest easier with the understanding that at least Mickey could still see him for the man he'd always been.
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags : updated 04/28] basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty five // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039
appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 100%
¬ current injuries: N/A
✫ mental health - 65%
¬ he's currently recovering after a long term traumatic incident where he was being abused.
personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // would stand up to just about anybody
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends
relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ currently in a relationship with mickey serge
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery
interaction.
✫ bio // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: medium // mentally: medium
✫ he has a bow and arrow, but tends to use it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[align=center] I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
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— mick was used to feeling alone with his thoughts. it wasn’t that he didn’t have anyone he could reach out to for help. even when he initially started to struggle, he had people that would’ve been there for him in a heartbeat. ellie, tom, john… even nowadays with tara and green; he had rarely been alone with the weight of it all. however, he often led himself to feel isolated whenever things started to get out of his own control. he didn’t want to be a bother to those around him. everyone else was going through so much that he didn’t even know about; he didn’t have the pride or heart to lay his heavy troubles down on their shoulders just to make his own weight feel lighter. the walls he built around himself were impossibly high; he wouldn’t let just anyone in, either.
eyes lowered to look towards green as the other man lifted his head from his shoulder. that smile alone, genuine and the closest thing to happiness that he had seen from vern all night - that alone made the weight lift off his chest, even if just a little. did mick really think that? he didn’t hesitate before huffing a gentle breath through his nose, assuring in a soft, fond voice, “yes, of course i do.” the fondness in his voice was more assuring than the words, themselves.
eyes darted back towards green after he spoke, told him that he was still vernon green, even after all of the trauma he’d faced. something in green’s eyes faltered, as if that was exactly what he needed to hear. it was exactly what mick needed to say to the selfless man beside him. green had given so many parts of himself away during the trauma he had faced, all in order to keep those he cared about safe. mick had done the same thing years ago, stripping himself of his identity. all of that wasted potential replaced with this shell of a man… it wasn’t easy to take those pieces of oneself back, claim them as your own again. though green had done it, still continued to do it each and every day. vernon green was the strongest person mick had ever met; he didn’t give himself nearly enough credit.
he was silent as he watched green look out across the water, seemingly to keep his own emotions at bay. a hand moved instinctively towards the hands folded in green’s lap, taking one in his own to offer a silent form of comfort. it was something green needed to hear. said genuinely and from the heart. green’s hand against his cheek, his head turned to face green, leaning forward to briefly kiss such a soft and undeservingly broken heart. if he could fix those pieces, even if just for a moment, then he would feel the greatest sense of achievement.
”you’re so good to me.”
he didn’t know what could be said to such soft words. he didn’t even know if he could fully realize just how much he meant to green, after so long of convincing himself that he was worthless, an empty space rather than a human being himself. he simply chose to live in that moment, for as long as he possibly could. though every moment had its end and, as he pushed himself back up to his feet, offering a hand to green, he found himself feeling far less lost than when he first stepped foot on the dock.
pulling green up and walking alongside him, he shook his head casually at green’s quiet admittance. of course it was out of character for the other man. usually his charming little home was kept neat and tidied; one would probably think they’d never see the day vern would quietly admit that his room was a mess. mick still shook his head, unfazed by his boyfriend’s remark. “doesn’t bother me,” he hummed in a gentle reassurance, squeezing green’s hand in his own as he continued, “besides, i bet i’ve seen worse.” he was grateful just to have the opportunity to be with green for the night. he needed the man’s company even more than he already let on.
the other man’s shoulder nudged against his upper arm, a strained voice gratefully thanking mick for agreeing to stay. blue hues glanced over to see green barely managing to keep himself together. eyes wet and throat tight, close to falling apart. the sight was overwhelming. he blinked, turning his gaze forward towards the space ahead of them as he searched for words to say. he eventually chose to turn his head back, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of green’s head. “i’m always here for you.” he uttered the words so softly as lips lingered, paired with a reassuring squeeze of green’s hand. "okay?"
and as they wandered down the street, he came to know that he needed green just as much as green needed him. how liberating it felt, to finally feel so needed - to feel as though he had all he could possibly need. he was lucky to have the man beside him; he didn't think he could ever forget that.
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