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Mick ([personal profile] firebrawl) wrote2016-05-21 01:24 am
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[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-21 07:12 am (UTC)(link)

leaguer: (five.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-21 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
( sara's not crying.

she isn't — though from the redness around her eyes when she takes a moment to acknowledge mick with a look that's neither embarrassed nor apologetic for what she's done, it's fairly obvious that she has been at some point, and he'd better be prepared for his face to find out what the hull feels like right about now if he chooses to bring it up. almost defeated, her hand drops back to her side, fist uncurling to reveal the beginnings of a few bruises blossoming along her knuckles.

her gaze sweeps towards the bottle then back up to mick and sara goes as far as attempting a smirk, the tiniest twitch of her lips. )


Ever heard of knocking, Mick?
leaguer: (four.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-22 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
( sara just looks at mick for what feels like a silent eternity, trying to evaluate whether or not the company — the booze, too, she guesses — is something she can deal with right now. eventually, she admits defeat. ) Alright. ( but she's quick to add: ) But only because I'm not one to back down from a challenge.

( she meets him in the doorway, abandoning the scene behind her, and wraps her hand around the neck of the bottle to tug it out of mick's hand so she can examine it, brow furrowing just slightly as she does. ) Good to know Rip's been holding out on us this whole time. Dick.
leaguer: (seven.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, ( she hums absently in agreement, lifting up a finger. ) Point.

( sara doesn't comment on rip further, as she's already pissed off at their beloved captain enough and doesn't want to let that particular wound fester more than it has to. she tags along with mick until they reach what can be considered the waverider's makeshift living room (in that it has actual cushioned couches, and a table, even — god forbid the team get anything as cozy as the captain's quarters) and sinks down onto a couch, already looking weary as though they've been through a tumultuous journey to get there.

glancing up at mick with a raised eyebrow, she comments, )
Don't expect me to go easy on you just because you passed out last time, Rory.
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[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-24 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Excuses, excuses, ( sara chides with a shake of her head, wrapping her fingers — the ones that aren't bruised, aching — around the bottle to take a drink at last. it's actually decent, surprisingly, which makes her glance curiously down at the label as though that's gonna clear anything up for her, what with rip's time jumping abilities.

... maybe she's just gonna, you know, steal another drink before forfeiting the bottle back to mick, pulling her knees up to her chest. )
Figured you might've needed the nap. I doubt the Time Masters were down to let Chronos take a little afternoon siesta.
leaguer: (ten.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2016-05-24 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
( there's a twitch of a scowl on sara's lips at that. she really has no idea what the full extent of what they'd done to mick, outside of the complete and utter brainwashing that apparently wasn't all that effective — chalk that up to his stubborn personality, his undying loyalty, she supposes. sara doesn't really want to think about the cruelty of those time bastards — len's affectionate nickname for those assholes, a thought which sends another pang of grief rolling through her stomach, making her press her cheek against her knee as though curling up into a ball might stave off the pain — right now.

her eyes sweep idly over the harsh, reddened skin at her knuckles, and she gives a halfhearted shrug as she takes the bottle again. )
Probably just let it go. Kind of feels like a cop out to use Gideon for something so stupid. ( she takes her drink, lips curling into a smile around the bottle's lip as she thinks of her next witty retort. ) Besides, I've felt worse. Try getting shot by three arrows and falling from the edge of a building to your death. ( sara flexes her bruised fingers, not even bothering to wince with pain as she hands the bottle off. ) It's not so bad.
coldlenny: (Glare)

Floor is Lava because I said so

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-22 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Len pushed through the door of the motel and then stopped dead. The heist had been successful, until the very last minute. They had blown a tire on a goddamn nail on the getaway and had to leg it the last mile. They could've stolen another car, possibly, but given how close the fuzz were, he hadn't wanted to stick around. Thankfully, the take was jewellery, so it had been easy to carry.

But this motel was the only one in the area, and they needed to lay low for a night to wait for the heat to die down. The clerk had insisted there was only one room left, and it was 'kinda small', but Len had taken it anyway, and plunked down cash. The guy hadn't even bothered asking them to sign the register.

"Kinda small's an understatement," Len said to Mick, wrinkling his nose. The place was tiny. There was only one bed, and it was a double, sitting in the middle of the room. There was a distinct scent of mildew, and Len peered at the floor skeptically, deciding that if Mick didn't want to bunk in with him on the bed, Len was definitely not going to be sleeping down there. At least the bedding looked fresh. He just had to hope there weren't any bedbugs in the linens.

He sighed and stepped further inside, sitting down on the edge of the bed and starting his usual post-job check of his cold gun.
coldlenny: (Comfortable)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Len side-eyed him as he took over the bed in two seconds, blowing out a breath through his nose. He pulled his goggles down and set down his gun. He needed to charge it, but he didn't have the equipment with him. That would have to wait until tomorrow.

"I'm not finicky, I just don't want to get crabs from a dirty carpet," he said with a wry smile. He shrugged out of his parka and hung it up. "You planning on sharing that bed with me, or do I have to arm wrestle you for it?" He would lose arm-wrestling Mick straight, but he wasn't above cheating.
coldlenny: (Dismissive)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Len bent to unlace his own boots and kicked them off. "Thanks," he said sarcastically. "Lucky me, I won't sprain an elbow."

He eyed the space, then laid down next to him, still dressed as well. He used elbows liberally to get comfortable, shifting until there was pretty much half of the bed allotted to him.
coldlenny: (Lounging)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Like all good friends, Mick and Len gave each other grief out of affection. Len rolled onto his side and rested his head on his arm. "You were asking for it. Forgive me?" he purred.
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[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah?" Len rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile. "And what do you want me to do to make it up to you? Assuming I'm willing... which I'm not saying I am."
coldlenny: (Quiet)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Len was aware of Mick's strange recalcitrance. Then again, while Len trusted his oldest friend to call the shots in the bedroom, he tended to react better to it if he made the first move. It made him feel more in control of the situation, even if Mick was on top.

He watched Mick for a few moments, then got up from the bed again. He moved to the air conditioning unit and turned the dial. It began to rumble softly.

Then he began to undress, folding his clothes and setting them aside. He watched Mick as he did it, to gauge his reaction. At the very least, it'd be more comfortable to sleep this way.
coldlenny: (Comfortable)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Len finished stripping down to his underwear. Only in here was he unselfconscious about his scars. He was more than familiar with Mick's as well.

He crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, sliding on top of Mick and flopping down. His knees fell to the mattress on either side of Mick's thighs and he squirmed downwards, pillowing his head on the broad chest. "That better?" he murmured.
coldlenny: (Grin)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Len was cool and comfortable, warmed enough by Mick's body that he didn't need a blanket. He smiled and played fingertips down Mick's bicep, appreciating the chance to touch without barriers between them.

"Yeah, turns out neither of us have to sleep on the floor."
coldlenny: (Critical)

[personal profile] coldlenny 2016-05-24 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were already complaining about my elbows, you big baby. Want another round?" Len teased, mock-threateningly. He pressed a brief kiss to the underside of Mick's jaw and settled down, content.
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[personal profile] golden_glider 2016-05-23 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Lisa is absolutely terrified.

Not for herself, not really, but of all the wrongness, from his walk, to his face, to his eyes. It's Mick, but not Mick. More than Mick. He's more than he was, and it's remarkable and frightening. It's only been a matter of months since she's seen him, and that wasn't unreasonable, for them. He was always Len's, only hers by proxy, and they never really spent much time together out of that context.

But here he is. Without Lenny. With years in his eyes she knows he hasn't lived, and a weight on his shoulders she's never seen him carry. Without Lenny.

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, too many times, not daring to look away from his eyes. She doesn't speak, doesn't trust herself to find words above sounds. Her fingernails claw into the wooden bar top until she hisses in a breath. Swallows hard.

"Mick."
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[personal profile] ceald 2016-05-22 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] ceald 2016-05-28 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( len survives, and he returns. it takes him a long time — or is it no time at all? — to get the hang of having blown himself to bits together with the oculus and coming back a combination of both.

he goes back to central city, and he hears on the news of a bank robbery, about a burnt corpse, and he visits three of their hideouts before he finds mick, even though his newfound understanding of the timeline tells him that he won't find him in the place he turns to first before he's even reached it. he still goes to find out for himself, because he doesn't trust this yet, because it stinks of predeterminism again and len died to stop that.

except he didn't. he died so that mick wouldn't. mick, who would have died because ray had told him that someone had to, mick who has been tortured, who almost turned against them because of the choices len has made.

his partner. )


I hope you're taking good care of that. ( len drawls when he finds mick leaning the coldgun, because he doesn't know what else to say. )