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unbowed. unbent. unbroken.

i actually got another ask for ray so i’ll do mick for this one

Love the “Lost Boys” inspired tag! Now imagining Mick as Micheal and Len as David.

[Hey hey! You’ve seen that movie too, huh?

There is no heterosexual reason for that!

Send In A Word, And I’ll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It. (Or send in multiple words and I’ll attempt to work out a drabble around all of them!)

        Red. Crimson, scarlet, vermilion. What a beautiful colour, and one that followed him through life, an old deadly friend. 

      The colour of fire, of the flickering flame that flared into a blaze; an inferno that engulfed his home and then engulfed his life. Red and gold, bringing from ashes something new.

       Something new, something stronger, something better than the boy who had sat beneath the night sky and gazed into the burning wreckage of his house. Like a phoenix, his life had charred and crumbled and then rose again.

        That didn’t mean it was a good rebirth. No, it held pain, just as the first life had. 

        Red.

       The colour of the injuries. Every angry red burn, every cut, every gunshot wound. Those that marred and tore his own flesh, and those that did the same to his partner’s. It came with the territory, with the burden they both beared. The burden of rage, of the past, of fire and of ice.

      The colour he thought of when he thought of his partner. Blue too, because when you thought of a man who commanded ice and had it heed his call, then cerulean and sapphire came to your thoughts.

      But ah, how fiercely crimson both hearts could be. How warm each and every touch burned deep. A better fire, a purer fire. A fire Mick became more addicted to than that of lighter or gun.

      And yet. Can a flame burn eternal? 

      Cold. So, so cold. And even the most ferocious heat can be snuffed out by ice, can drown in snow.

      And drown that pure flame did. One heart to become two once again. One night. One betrayal. One icy blade, to the throat, to the heart, to the back. 

     Once again, another life, bursting into reckless flame until it died and became ash. Once again, a phoenix to rise from the cold grey.

      Red.

      The colour of blood and the sweet, sweet thing known as vengeance.

      Sometimes, if fury threaded thickly through your veins, you saw red. It had never been a truthless cliche. But it was the blood that captured him in thrall. The crimson streaks against pale skin. The irony of it all; that once he had worshipped that skin for what it was, had worshipped the beauty of snow and frost. And now, well, now…

       Now it was each cut upon the back he had once stroked gently, each purpling bruise against the face he had once gazed into with reverence, each beautiful red tearstain-like streak down lithe arms that had once held him close, that he worshipped.

        If you played with fire, you would be burned. 

        If you tore a heart to shreds, there could be no capacity for mercy.

       There was no mercy for a traitor, for someone who stabbed you through the back.

       Only vengeance now. For he had lost everything; what was there to elicit kindness? There was nothing. No one. Not now. The only one there had ever been and would ever be remained chained before Mick, paying the price for the pain he had brought down.

        Red.

I got your other ask too <3

House: Stark | Arryn | Baratheon | Targaryen | Lannister | Tully | Martell | Tyrell | Greyjoy | Other

Allegiance To: The Crown | King in the North | Daenerys Targaryen | Yara Greyjoy | Stannis Baratheon | Wildlings | Other

Location: King’s Landing | The North | Dorne | Beyond the Wall | The Vale | Westerlands | Riverlands | Dragonstone | Iron Islands | The Reach | Other

Religion: The Seven | Old Gods | Lord of Light | Drowned God | Many Faced God | Other

Best Friend: Margaery Tyrell

Significant Other: Nymeria Sand

Pet: Dog | Wolf | Horse | Dragon | Falcon | Viper | Other

This season is a bunch of "You get a son, and you get a son, and Lincoln your son gets forgotten". Watch Jacob be Alex's son...

Why do I have to think of Oprah when you say it like that? lol you’re so right tho! I wonder why they haven’t brought up Sucre’s daugther just because they could.

Who was your fancast for him?