Good. Glad I dragged the king bed up here, then. [ there's a small smile at the corner of mickey's lips that grows despite whatever want to hide it he might have. he shouldn't be happy ian's here - deerington is a hellhole. but, they're alone here. no svetlana, no baby, no milkoviches and no southside. it feels kind of free. kind of nice.
but then, of course, it's deerington, so that feeling isn't going to last long. it was barely 20 minutes ago some monster on the street was trying to bite ian's face off or something. dropping the heavy axe to the side, mickey crosses over to ian, stepping in closer and running his hands over his shoulders. ]
I know, Ian, but look at me. All that shit healed weeks ago for me.
[ just as he says, there's only faint scars left of the injuries he came out of the alibi with, nothing even remotely close to the angry red marks and deepening bruises on ian, mickey's thumb finding one on his jaw to sweep over. ]
It's this place. [ mickey's voice goes a little softer, a little anxious. ] You haven't seen the half of how fucked up it gets.
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but then, of course, it's deerington, so that feeling isn't going to last long. it was barely 20 minutes ago some monster on the street was trying to bite ian's face off or something. dropping the heavy axe to the side, mickey crosses over to ian, stepping in closer and running his hands over his shoulders. ]
I know, Ian, but look at me. All that shit healed weeks ago for me.
[ just as he says, there's only faint scars left of the injuries he came out of the alibi with, nothing even remotely close to the angry red marks and deepening bruises on ian, mickey's thumb finding one on his jaw to sweep over. ]
It's this place. [ mickey's voice goes a little softer, a little anxious. ] You haven't seen the half of how fucked up it gets.