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— mick’s heart was more shattered than he ever let on, in ways even he couldn’t put to words. it wasn’t easy to love him. loving him wasn’t meant for the faint of heart. it took a certain kind of man to begin to see the chipped pieces of his heart, messily pieced back together, a sight not easy on the eyes - and still choose to pursue his heart, unflinching at all the broken pieces... and to hold those broken pieces enough to see that he could be so good to them. his heart wasn’t easy to love, but mick’s own love was so fierce and unwavering, used to conquering the harshest of storms - did that make those darker parts easier on the eyes? he hoped so, yet it didn’t stop the loneliness that plagued him. it once felt like nobody knew how to handle mickey serge; nobody wanted to. not until vernon came along.
how could vernon see anything in mick? his hands were scarred, death clinging to his skin like fine cologne. a ghost of himself, haunted by a past that he could never forget. a past that he could never forgive himself for. how could vernon look at him and see anything but a monster? the other man gazed at mick as if the darkness inside didn’t exist. he still looked at him as if he was the sun and not the dreary storms he believed himself to be. every time green looked at him in that way, it planted a seed - a seed of doubt that offered, perhaps, mick wasn’t giving himself the chance to forgive himself for his past actions. perhaps he deserved to look at himself most days and see what green could see. if only mickey knew the light in which vernon saw him; it would be enough for his lip to quiver, to feel suddenly faint and overwhelmed in the best sense of the word.
the other man hummed at mick’s idea of a constellation, seemingly unconvinced. “uhh- good guess.” he waited a moment before he turned his gaze towards green and that bold grin on his lips. was it obvious that mick had no idea what he was doing? it was hard to disguise his own lack of knowledge surrounding the stars. however, it was nice to see green talk about something so avidly. his gaze lingered on green while the man searched the stars. perfection. it was all he could think as he gazed at his date, all he could think to himself. god, how did he get so lucky?
”there. big dipper… i think?” mickey turned his gaze up towards the stars, tilting his head a bit closer towards green to try and see from his point of view. it took a moment or two, though eventually he saw the constellation. his lips twitched gently at the realization, eventually confirming, “i see it now.” he noted to himself that this was the first time he had ever seen a constellation before. his gaze lingered on the stars only a moment longer before returning back towards green. while the man began to talk about the stars, mick still looked at him as if he was the only thing that mattered. eventually he tore his gaze away and looked up at the starry night sky. this would be a moment he wouldn’t forget.
he could listen to green talk for hours on end and still hang on to every last word. eyes searched the stars surrounding the big dipper. “how do you know so much about constellations?” he asked curiously. with a salty breeze flooding his senses and gently brushing through his hair, observing the stars surrounding the big dipper in an attempt to see this bear green talked about, he realized just how at-home he felt. all of it seemed so natural. new, but welcomed, as if all of the stars in his own life had aligned. gentle fingertips glided along his palm, fingers interlacing. he turned his head to gaze at green- watched him quickly clear his throat before continuing to speak. his lips twitched, gently squeezing his hand in soft acknowledgment. how naturally the pieces came together, how easy life felt when held vern’s hand. everything made sense.
eyes traced over vernon’s features as his date looked towards him. the stars were in his eyes, filled with the most beautiful constellations. he could get lost in that soft blue gaze. admire the tranquil breeze as it lightly tousled green’s hair. his gaze darted towards green’s lip to observe the easy smile on his lips. there was no other moment that had made mick feel so together, yet also like he was coming undone all at the same time. it was a peaceful unwinding, a gentleness that breathed warmth into his once-cold soul. mickey often found himself composed and quick to have something to say. still, he looked at green and he just felt speechless. whatever he felt for the man went far beyond words. vernon turned his gaze away and mick ended up following suit, his date gently squeezing his hand. the pad of his thumb gently brushed over the closest knuckle, a warmth stirring in his chest.
orion’s belt. he observed the three stars so perfectly aligned in the night sky as green pointed them out, subtle amazement in those blue eyes. green’s voice quietened, enough for mick to look back towards his date. unable to keep his eyes off of him. words sat on the tip of his tongue, tempted to break the peaceful quiet with soft utterances as gentle as the breeze. there was so much to tell green. so much he wanted to say. how being with him made it feel like his life was suddenly perfectly aligned like the stars; how he looked so beautiful in the moonlight, soft lips drawn into a heartwarming smile; how being with him felt like home. but also that he wasn’t so easy to love, hands unused to such gentle affections, uncertain and fumbling when it came to handing over his heart. there was so much to be said.
yet he felt like he had all the time in the world to say them. unwilling to pour all the emotions out in such a gentle moment, unable to breathe the words to life- only feeling lost in those bright eyes.
vernon lightly brushed the pad of his thumb against his cheek, eyes briefly fluttering shut, only fluttering back open to land on green again. the touch was so gentle. for a man full of heartache and war - from a man who had gone through unexplained bottles himself - the softest of touches could make such a war-torn tragedy of a man melt. he felt so adored, in a way that could calm the storm in his soul. mickey felt so at ease. adoration poured from him in places that had once gone dark and cold. he was falling, and he could never remember a time that falling felt so effortless. vernon completed him in ways he couldn’t explain. in ways that rendered the broken man speechless.
the other man had a war-torn heart as well, even when he hid it far better than he gave himself credit for. his past that he explained to mick before, full of tragedy and running, and running, and running… life on the streets, life without a constant blanket of support, trauma and abuse interwoven delicately under the surface. mick wanted so desperately to make up for all that trauma and tragedy. he desired to adore vernon green to the point that the open wounds of trauma were nothing but thin white scars brandishing triumph- to be the person vern could always run towards. hold those broken edges of glass in his arms, be the glue that helped keep him together. vernon green was broken, but such a beautiful masterpiece nonetheless. the adoration for him was endless.
his heart raced in his chest, eyes fluttering shut as green pressed his lips against mick’s. timid and uncertain. new. green swept him off of his feet; mick usually the one to make the first move in the name of love, almost caught off guard by green’s rush of confidence. heart thudding in his chest, he leaned into the kiss, uncertainty fading into a sense of familiarity with each passing second. and it was soft. so soft. his free hand moved to the side of green’s head, fingers settling in green’s dirty-blonde hair. painting the pictures that words simply couldn’t express. and it was then that all the pieces seemed to fall together.
everything just made sense when he was with green.
he felt almost reluctant as he pulled away, slow to part his lips from vernon’s own. his breath still hot on his lips, resting his forehead gently against the other man’s own. and, as he slowly exhaled a breath, he couldn’t help but huff a soft breath, almost out of disbelief. this felt almost too good to be true. fingers carefully carded through the hair at the back of vernon’s head, lips forming the softest of smiles. “you-” he said in a soft whisper under his breath, yet feeling rendered utterly speechless nonetheless. with a gentle huff, his thumb absently brushed over soft dirty-blonde. there was too much to be said in such a small window of opportunity - make me the happiest i’ve been in a long time, have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that, make everything make sense, make me the luckiest man. have no idea what you’re getting yourself into - and such little time to say it all. it was all breathed out in the gentlest exhale, lip twitching to fight off a growing smile as he uttered softly, “just you.” there was all the time in the world for mick to spill his heart out to green. but in this gentle moment… he wanted to live in it for so much longer.
— mick’s heart was more shattered than he ever let on, in ways even he couldn’t put to words. it wasn’t easy to love him. loving him wasn’t meant for the faint of heart. it took a certain kind of man to begin to see the chipped pieces of his heart, messily pieced back together, a sight not easy on the eyes - and still choose to pursue his heart, unflinching at all the broken pieces... and to hold those broken pieces enough to see that he could be so good to them. his heart wasn’t easy to love, but mick’s own love was so fierce and unwavering, used to conquering the harshest of storms - did that make those darker parts easier on the eyes? he hoped so, yet it didn’t stop the loneliness that plagued him. it once felt like nobody knew how to handle mickey serge; nobody wanted to. not until vernon came along.
how could vernon see anything in mick? his hands were scarred, death clinging to his skin like fine cologne. a ghost of himself, haunted by a past that he could never forget. a past that he could never forgive himself for. how could vernon look at him and see anything but a monster? the other man gazed at mick as if the darkness inside didn’t exist. he still looked at him as if he was the sun and not the dreary storms he believed himself to be. every time green looked at him in that way, it planted a seed - a seed of doubt that offered, perhaps, mick wasn’t giving himself the chance to forgive himself for his past actions. perhaps he deserved to look at himself most days and see what green could see. if only mickey knew the light in which vernon saw him; it would be enough for his lip to quiver, to feel suddenly faint and overwhelmed in the best sense of the word.
the other man hummed at mick’s idea of a constellation, seemingly unconvinced. “uhh- good guess.” he waited a moment before he turned his gaze towards green and that bold grin on his lips. was it obvious that mick had no idea what he was doing? it was hard to disguise his own lack of knowledge surrounding the stars. however, it was nice to see green talk about something so avidly. his gaze lingered on green while the man searched the stars. perfection. it was all he could think as he gazed at his date, all he could think to himself. god, how did he get so lucky?
”there. big dipper… i think?” mickey turned his gaze up towards the stars, tilting his head a bit closer towards green to try and see from his point of view. it took a moment or two, though eventually he saw the constellation. his lips twitched gently at the realization, eventually confirming, “i see it now.” he noted to himself that this was the first time he had ever seen a constellation before. his gaze lingered on the stars only a moment longer before returning back towards green. while the man began to talk about the stars, mick still looked at him as if he was the only thing that mattered. eventually he tore his gaze away and looked up at the starry night sky. this would be a moment he wouldn’t forget.
he could listen to green talk for hours on end and still hang on to every last word. eyes searched the stars surrounding the big dipper. “how do you know so much about constellations?” he asked curiously. with a salty breeze flooding his senses and gently brushing through his hair, observing the stars surrounding the big dipper in an attempt to see this bear green talked about, he realized just how at-home he felt. all of it seemed so natural. new, but welcomed, as if all of the stars in his own life had aligned. gentle fingertips glided along his palm, fingers interlacing. he turned his head to gaze at green- watched him quickly clear his throat before continuing to speak. his lips twitched, gently squeezing his hand in soft acknowledgment. how naturally the pieces came together, how easy life felt when held vern’s hand. everything made sense.
eyes traced over vernon’s features as his date looked towards him. the stars were in his eyes, filled with the most beautiful constellations. he could get lost in that soft blue gaze. admire the tranquil breeze as it lightly tousled green’s hair. his gaze darted towards green’s lip to observe the easy smile on his lips. there was no other moment that had made mick feel so together, yet also like he was coming undone all at the same time. it was a peaceful unwinding, a gentleness that breathed warmth into his once-cold soul. mickey often found himself composed and quick to have something to say. still, he looked at green and he just felt speechless. whatever he felt for the man went far beyond words. vernon turned his gaze away and mick ended up following suit, his date gently squeezing his hand. the pad of his thumb gently brushed over the closest knuckle, a warmth stirring in his chest.
orion’s belt. he observed the three stars so perfectly aligned in the night sky as green pointed them out, subtle amazement in those blue eyes. green’s voice quietened, enough for mick to look back towards his date. unable to keep his eyes off of him. words sat on the tip of his tongue, tempted to break the peaceful quiet with soft utterances as gentle as the breeze. there was so much to tell green. so much he wanted to say. how being with him made it feel like his life was suddenly perfectly aligned like the stars; how he looked so beautiful in the moonlight, soft lips drawn into a heartwarming smile; how being with him felt like home. but also that he wasn’t so easy to love, hands unused to such gentle affections, uncertain and fumbling when it came to handing over his heart. there was so much to be said.
yet he felt like he had all the time in the world to say them. unwilling to pour all the emotions out in such a gentle moment, unable to breathe the words to life- only feeling lost in those bright eyes.
vernon lightly brushed the pad of his thumb against his cheek, eyes briefly fluttering shut, only fluttering back open to land on green again. the touch was so gentle. for a man full of heartache and war - from a man who had gone through unexplained bottles himself - the softest of touches could make such a war-torn tragedy of a man melt. he felt so adored, in a way that could calm the storm in his soul. mickey felt so at ease. adoration poured from him in places that had once gone dark and cold. he was falling, and he could never remember a time that falling felt so effortless. vernon completed him in ways he couldn’t explain. in ways that rendered the broken man speechless.
the other man had a war-torn heart as well, even when he hid it far better than he gave himself credit for. his past that he explained to mick before, full of tragedy and running, and running, and running… life on the streets, life without a constant blanket of support, trauma and abuse interwoven delicately under the surface. mick wanted so desperately to make up for all that trauma and tragedy. he desired to adore vernon green to the point that the open wounds of trauma were nothing but thin white scars brandishing triumph- to be the person vern could always run towards. hold those broken edges of glass in his arms, be the glue that helped keep him together. vernon green was broken, but such a beautiful masterpiece nonetheless. the adoration for him was endless.
his heart raced in his chest, eyes fluttering shut as green pressed his lips against mick’s. timid and uncertain. new. green swept him off of his feet; mick usually the one to make the first move in the name of love, almost caught off guard by green’s rush of confidence. heart thudding in his chest, he leaned into the kiss, uncertainty fading into a sense of familiarity with each passing second. and it was soft. so soft. his free hand moved to the side of green’s head, fingers settling in green’s dirty-blonde hair. painting the pictures that words simply couldn’t express. and it was then that all the pieces seemed to fall together.
everything just made sense when he was with green.
he felt almost reluctant as he pulled away, slow to part his lips from vernon’s own. his breath still hot on his lips, resting his forehead gently against the other man’s own. and, as he slowly exhaled a breath, he couldn’t help but huff a soft breath, almost out of disbelief. this felt almost too good to be true. fingers carefully carded through the hair at the back of vernon’s head, lips forming the softest of smiles. “you-” he said in a soft whisper under his breath, yet feeling rendered utterly speechless nonetheless. with a gentle huff, his thumb absently brushed over soft dirty-blonde. there was too much to be said in such a small window of opportunity - make me the happiest i’ve been in a long time, have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that, make everything make sense, make me the luckiest man. have no idea what you’re getting yourself into - and such little time to say it all. it was all breathed out in the gentlest exhale, lip twitching to fight off a growing smile as he uttered softly, “just you.” there was all the time in the world for mick to spill his heart out to green. but in this gentle moment… he wanted to live in it for so much longer.