04-05-2020, 05:05 PM
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— mick would never be able to see himself in the same light as green did. even more, he didn’t think green could even see himself in that way in the first place; he didn’t think anyone could. distant, lacking trust, unwilling to easily let others in… it was merely a product of his upbringing, of seeing people get close to him time and time again only to hurt him in the end. his fierce independence and emotional strength could be looked up to, but he didn’t personally see why. if anything, green was worth more admiration than he ever would be. the other man was kind to everyone, jumped into friendships with an open heart. he gave people a chance, even if they didn’t deserve it. memories came back of talking to green for the first time at one event or another. the leader offered him a place in northstar without knowing exactly the kind of person mick was. he didn’t see the innermost demons and, even if he did, it didn’t seem like he would’ve retracted his offer. all he saw was a man that desperately needed change in his life, and knowing he had the resources to change his circumstances. vernon green was a kind-hearted, open-minded man;that was admirable.
it hurt to know there were people in the world that would use that against him. of course mick had seen his fair share of evil in the new world, with people willing to cause harm and wreak havoc for their own personal gain. however, usually the very thing they were fighting against wasn’t as pure and kind either. but green was genuinely a light in the darkness, someone to lead people through the darkness. lighting the way back home. what person felt they had the right to break someone like green? he tore green apart; he didn’t flinch or ache at the sight of someone so innocent coming undone. mick clenched his jaw and tried to dismiss the ache, the anger in his chest. he already knew what he had to do.
mateo needed to be stopped. silently calculating a plan, he felt almost unwilling to say exactly what he thought. there wasn’t time to think through the perfect execution; if they waited weeks, days, what would happen to green? eyes searched the man’s heart wrenching, woeful features. he couldn’t remember seeing the man look so small. his thumb gently brushed over green’s shoulder as he made his promise, as he assured green that he wasn’t going to let mateo kill him. that they were going to get green out of this. trust him.
it must’ve been asking a lot from green, to trust someone after he felt alone in this for so long. the last time he had trusted in someone, that person had turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. they promised to be green’s friend, to make him feel safe in their presence-- but then they left green a broken, beaten-down man, and did it without remorse in their eyes. how could he trust that someone wouldn’t come into his life and make those same empty promises? did mick realize just how much he was asking from green to simply trust someone again? mick didn’t know exactly, but he had a vague idea. he knew, when green slowly lowered his head to mick’s shoulder, body silently shaking through broken gasps, that green’s trust meant everything in that moment.
for a moment he sat there, the arm that once gripped green’s shoulder moved to his back, holding him as best as he could. feeling like he was holding a man that was just crumbling right in front of him. though if he was falling apart, mick would try his best to catch the broken pieces. he was sure that, if green were in his position, he would have done the same thing. mick shifted around briefly in his spot. “come on.” his words were soft and gentle, guiding green with careful hands. fingertips skirted around injuries so gently; it was hard to believe the violence that bloodied those hands ever existed in the first place.
as he guided green, the man relaxing enough in his grip to lower his head onto his lap, he finally released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. a hand lingered on green’s shoulder, watching the other man raise a hand to cover his face. and he cried. and with the tears, mick felt such a weight. the gravity of the situation finally weighed down on him. eyes slowly wandered up towards the ceiling, as if he was witnessing something that he shouldn’t. he was supposed to be there to comfort the other man, catch his broken pieces as they fell-- but he felt there was nothing he could say.
eyes slowly wandered back towards green. he couldn’t tell him that it was okay, because it wasn’t. he couldn’t tell him that he was safe, that mateo would never lay a hand on him again. there were so many empty promises green had heard from others; he couldn’t be another man to tell him something he couldn’t believe in.
rather, mick decided to say nothing at all. his hand traveled up to green’s hair, fingers tangling in the dirty-blond locks. and as green cried and wept with such despair and agony, mick carded gentle fingers through his hair. how long had it been since someone held him so gently? how long had it been since someone was so careful with green?
and as they sat there, silent aside from green’s trembling breaths and heart-aching sobs, mick realized that he would do anything for green in that moment. he’d go to the ends of the earth for the man if he so much as said the word. and, with green in such pain and misery, it was apparent that he would do anything to make it stop. exhaling slowly through his nose, he swallowed hard and searched green’s broken features.
he had to stop mateo suarez.
— mick would never be able to see himself in the same light as green did. even more, he didn’t think green could even see himself in that way in the first place; he didn’t think anyone could. distant, lacking trust, unwilling to easily let others in… it was merely a product of his upbringing, of seeing people get close to him time and time again only to hurt him in the end. his fierce independence and emotional strength could be looked up to, but he didn’t personally see why. if anything, green was worth more admiration than he ever would be. the other man was kind to everyone, jumped into friendships with an open heart. he gave people a chance, even if they didn’t deserve it. memories came back of talking to green for the first time at one event or another. the leader offered him a place in northstar without knowing exactly the kind of person mick was. he didn’t see the innermost demons and, even if he did, it didn’t seem like he would’ve retracted his offer. all he saw was a man that desperately needed change in his life, and knowing he had the resources to change his circumstances. vernon green was a kind-hearted, open-minded man;that was admirable.
it hurt to know there were people in the world that would use that against him. of course mick had seen his fair share of evil in the new world, with people willing to cause harm and wreak havoc for their own personal gain. however, usually the very thing they were fighting against wasn’t as pure and kind either. but green was genuinely a light in the darkness, someone to lead people through the darkness. lighting the way back home. what person felt they had the right to break someone like green? he tore green apart; he didn’t flinch or ache at the sight of someone so innocent coming undone. mick clenched his jaw and tried to dismiss the ache, the anger in his chest. he already knew what he had to do.
mateo needed to be stopped. silently calculating a plan, he felt almost unwilling to say exactly what he thought. there wasn’t time to think through the perfect execution; if they waited weeks, days, what would happen to green? eyes searched the man’s heart wrenching, woeful features. he couldn’t remember seeing the man look so small. his thumb gently brushed over green’s shoulder as he made his promise, as he assured green that he wasn’t going to let mateo kill him. that they were going to get green out of this. trust him.
it must’ve been asking a lot from green, to trust someone after he felt alone in this for so long. the last time he had trusted in someone, that person had turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. they promised to be green’s friend, to make him feel safe in their presence-- but then they left green a broken, beaten-down man, and did it without remorse in their eyes. how could he trust that someone wouldn’t come into his life and make those same empty promises? did mick realize just how much he was asking from green to simply trust someone again? mick didn’t know exactly, but he had a vague idea. he knew, when green slowly lowered his head to mick’s shoulder, body silently shaking through broken gasps, that green’s trust meant everything in that moment.
for a moment he sat there, the arm that once gripped green’s shoulder moved to his back, holding him as best as he could. feeling like he was holding a man that was just crumbling right in front of him. though if he was falling apart, mick would try his best to catch the broken pieces. he was sure that, if green were in his position, he would have done the same thing. mick shifted around briefly in his spot. “come on.” his words were soft and gentle, guiding green with careful hands. fingertips skirted around injuries so gently; it was hard to believe the violence that bloodied those hands ever existed in the first place.
as he guided green, the man relaxing enough in his grip to lower his head onto his lap, he finally released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. a hand lingered on green’s shoulder, watching the other man raise a hand to cover his face. and he cried. and with the tears, mick felt such a weight. the gravity of the situation finally weighed down on him. eyes slowly wandered up towards the ceiling, as if he was witnessing something that he shouldn’t. he was supposed to be there to comfort the other man, catch his broken pieces as they fell-- but he felt there was nothing he could say.
eyes slowly wandered back towards green. he couldn’t tell him that it was okay, because it wasn’t. he couldn’t tell him that he was safe, that mateo would never lay a hand on him again. there were so many empty promises green had heard from others; he couldn’t be another man to tell him something he couldn’t believe in.
rather, mick decided to say nothing at all. his hand traveled up to green’s hair, fingers tangling in the dirty-blond locks. and as green cried and wept with such despair and agony, mick carded gentle fingers through his hair. how long had it been since someone held him so gently? how long had it been since someone was so careful with green?
and as they sat there, silent aside from green’s trembling breaths and heart-aching sobs, mick realized that he would do anything for green in that moment. he’d go to the ends of the earth for the man if he so much as said the word. and, with green in such pain and misery, it was apparent that he would do anything to make it stop. exhaling slowly through his nose, he swallowed hard and searched green’s broken features.
he had to stop mateo suarez.