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— it had been a long, exhausting, yet worthwhile day. tired feet had trudged from the district to the modest prairie town called graveyard in order to celebrate roman’s and frank’s wedding. mick went along as green’s plus one, not really knowing the two well enough to say he would’ve been invited on his own. meanwhile, it seemed that vern was basically family to roman. the two talked like best friends and acted like brothers. it was heartwarming to see someone that had been so quick to take green under his wing when they were two teens that simply hadn’t known any better- much more meaningful to see that time meant nothing to them when it came to rekindling such a strong bond.
the wedding itself has been beautiful in its own way. nothing about it was flashy or begged for attention; it simply was. there was something mick favored about the idea of the intimacy of a rather small, private ceremony with only those close to them there to see just how much the two cared for each other. it felt heartfelt and genuine, apparent to those that attended that these people were truly meant for each other. still, eyes couldn’t help but wander towards vernon throughout the ceremony, a certain glimmer in blue eyes every time eyes met.
no matter the occasion, or whose day it was supposed to be, vernon always stole the show in mick’s eyes. his gaze would linger before eventually looking back to the newly-married couple, lips barely fighting the smile that threatened to come to his lips. there was something special about a man that so frequently crossed mickey’s mind, the older man used to seeking solitude for comfort rather than finding that ease with someone else- wanting it with someone else. he held the man close to his heart, far closer than he allowed anyone else to. though just one glance at his partner - whether it be as they got dressed for the wedding, or as they watched the ceremony itself unfold - and it was easy to see. vernon green was something special. how could he possibly keep his eyes off him?
it felt like time had flown by the rest of the day, wearing into the evening as the two walked out of the saloon. it wouldn’t have been mick’s first choice to pass time in the bar, drinks too quick to be offered and all-too easy to accept. despite it all, he couldn’t say that he didn’t have a good time as he sat and watched the wedding party celebrate, occasionally sipping at his glass of water, unbothered by the copious amounts of alcohol.
taking one of his hands out of his pockets, he pulled green's head closer to his lips with practiced ease, kissing the side of his head fondly. “you’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” maybe he should’ve tried to keep count of how much green had been drinking. he looked towards the other man as they walked down the road, lips twitching briefly at how adorable green looked in that moment. it didn’t take the most observant to have seen the man getting slowly more tipsy throughout the evening - more evident the goofier and playful he became. “alright.” sliding his arm down and around green’s waist, mick held him close as they walked back towards their place for the night. “let’s get you home.”
he opened the door for vernon once they reached the building, letting the man walk in first before closing the door behind them, the hinges squeaking as it shut. he took a deep breath before walking further into the quaint home, floorboards creaking with each step. eyes looked throughout the place with absent eyes. it wasn’t home, but it would have to do for the night. the house was small and modest, worn with time. mick couldn’t say there was much to really complain about, though.
he stepped into the bedroom, beginning to unbutton his vest with deft fingers. “i’ve never been to a wedding like that,” he hummed, rolling the vest off of his shoulders as he undressed. he folded it neatly and placed it next to his overnight bag as he elaborated, “a wedding that small and intimate…” he paused before he admitted, ”i liked it.” he turned his head to the side, gentle eyes looking over towards vernon as he worked on unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt. his gaze lingered only a moment too long before he looked back at his cuffs. something about him seemed softer around the edges, his guard down around the man he loved so dearly as he noted, “seems like my kind of wedding.”
— it had been a long, exhausting, yet worthwhile day. tired feet had trudged from the district to the modest prairie town called graveyard in order to celebrate roman’s and frank’s wedding. mick went along as green’s plus one, not really knowing the two well enough to say he would’ve been invited on his own. meanwhile, it seemed that vern was basically family to roman. the two talked like best friends and acted like brothers. it was heartwarming to see someone that had been so quick to take green under his wing when they were two teens that simply hadn’t known any better- much more meaningful to see that time meant nothing to them when it came to rekindling such a strong bond.
the wedding itself has been beautiful in its own way. nothing about it was flashy or begged for attention; it simply was. there was something mick favored about the idea of the intimacy of a rather small, private ceremony with only those close to them there to see just how much the two cared for each other. it felt heartfelt and genuine, apparent to those that attended that these people were truly meant for each other. still, eyes couldn’t help but wander towards vernon throughout the ceremony, a certain glimmer in blue eyes every time eyes met.
no matter the occasion, or whose day it was supposed to be, vernon always stole the show in mick’s eyes. his gaze would linger before eventually looking back to the newly-married couple, lips barely fighting the smile that threatened to come to his lips. there was something special about a man that so frequently crossed mickey’s mind, the older man used to seeking solitude for comfort rather than finding that ease with someone else- wanting it with someone else. he held the man close to his heart, far closer than he allowed anyone else to. though just one glance at his partner - whether it be as they got dressed for the wedding, or as they watched the ceremony itself unfold - and it was easy to see. vernon green was something special. how could he possibly keep his eyes off him?
it felt like time had flown by the rest of the day, wearing into the evening as the two walked out of the saloon. it wouldn’t have been mick’s first choice to pass time in the bar, drinks too quick to be offered and all-too easy to accept. despite it all, he couldn’t say that he didn’t have a good time as he sat and watched the wedding party celebrate, occasionally sipping at his glass of water, unbothered by the copious amounts of alcohol.
taking one of his hands out of his pockets, he pulled green's head closer to his lips with practiced ease, kissing the side of his head fondly. “you’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” maybe he should’ve tried to keep count of how much green had been drinking. he looked towards the other man as they walked down the road, lips twitching briefly at how adorable green looked in that moment. it didn’t take the most observant to have seen the man getting slowly more tipsy throughout the evening - more evident the goofier and playful he became. “alright.” sliding his arm down and around green’s waist, mick held him close as they walked back towards their place for the night. “let’s get you home.”
he opened the door for vernon once they reached the building, letting the man walk in first before closing the door behind them, the hinges squeaking as it shut. he took a deep breath before walking further into the quaint home, floorboards creaking with each step. eyes looked throughout the place with absent eyes. it wasn’t home, but it would have to do for the night. the house was small and modest, worn with time. mick couldn’t say there was much to really complain about, though.
he stepped into the bedroom, beginning to unbutton his vest with deft fingers. “i’ve never been to a wedding like that,” he hummed, rolling the vest off of his shoulders as he undressed. he folded it neatly and placed it next to his overnight bag as he elaborated, “a wedding that small and intimate…” he paused before he admitted, ”i liked it.” he turned his head to the side, gentle eyes looking over towards vernon as he worked on unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt. his gaze lingered only a moment too long before he looked back at his cuffs. something about him seemed softer around the edges, his guard down around the man he loved so dearly as he noted, “seems like my kind of wedding.”