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Amaya shrugged. “You and I will have to disagree on that.” She said simply. Because the fact of the matter was, she thought he was good company. He wouldn't judge her for what she thought or felt. “But, hey, if you really don’t want to stay you don’t have to.” She didn’t want him to do something he wouldn’t be comfortable with in general, but certainly not just for her benefit.

Barry’s team was...running out of ideas. The man had been spending a majority of his time on his drawings, or formula...and none of them were able to decipher it. Cisco had tried, but all he had come up with was ‘this house is bitchin’ which...well it wasn’t a Barry thing to say. So they were scrambling to come up with answers. Answers that made sense.

There were moments where Barry almost seemed to know who he was talking to. With Cisco he made a Spock reference that had the other jumping up in excitement. At least until he realized Barry was already off onto the next train of thought. If it was even that. 

It was the second day of this where Cisco sat up abruptly and announced, “I have a bad idea,” and darted off to locate Barry’s phone and get the number of one Mick Rory. Or at least the last known one. If that didn’t work he would use one of Felicity’s searches to go find him.

With some frantic negotiation, which was largely just Cisco saying please??? a bunch and saying ‘flash emergency’ as vaguely as possible to try to get the guy over there faster. Was it a little low? Yes, but it was a real idea to try to help Barry, and Cisco didn’t think anyone else would be okay for the job. Barry wouldn’t like most people invading his head, but Cisco hoped that affection for Mick might make this idea go better than it otherwise might.

      He had been worried sick when Mick went missing, especially when the older man hadn’t returned after a week. He was known to wander off and take time alone to recharge, but this was extensive, even for Mick, and Michael didn’t like it. 

      He couldn’t go to the police witha missing persons charge - that would only end badly for Mick, who, while he was missing, was also wanted by the cops for a variety of things that would certainly get him locked away. And even the thought of that happening sent waves of dread through Michael. 

      So it was up to him.

      He was good at finding people who had gone missing. God knew he had had to do it with Lincoln dozens of times, and had tried to do it with their dad. With some of Lincoln’s friends’ help, he finally figured out where Mick might be, and set up the plan to get him out.

      It was by no means a good plan. It wasn’t as though he had extensive knowledge of this place, or its workings, or a lot of time with which to plot. But he did what he could, and he went in.

      A few distractions later, he finally found Mick, in horrendous condition but alive. A twisting ache gathered in Michael’s chest and he hurried forward, falling to his knees in front of Mick. The other man flinched at the sound of his voice, staring at him with wide, vulnerable gaze, and Michael was sure his heart stopped in his chest.

Opinion on; @mancnfire

Character in general: Mick is a great character. i love the thought that went into his story and his friendship w LenHow they play them: so very good !! The Mun: i sorta admire them from afar. if you’re ever up for plotting please tell me bc i’m kinda terrible at starting new threads

Do I:

RP with them: we probably had one thread at some point, i actually don’t really rememberWant to RP with them: oh absolutely!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: yours was the first ever blog i followed on this blog and i remember thinking you were so cool, especially your header. i would love to have some Jax and Mick interactions some day :))

     ❝      can  we  put  the  past  aside    for  a  second  so  i  can  ask     ––     how  are  you  guys  doing ?     you  guys  meaning  the  legends.      ❞ 

      He had started walking some time ago and hadn’t stopped since.

      It wasn’t often he let himself be bothered by... well, anyone, really. IF they stepped too out of line, he could roast ‘em and call it a day. But he had already gotten into two fights at the bar, and that was more than enough, judging by how the bartender looked increasingly more irritated with him returning for more and more booze. 

      Bored of the atmosphere, and of the bartender seemingly on the verge of cutting him off and ordering him out - she seemed just plucky enough to do that - Mick had left, and he had walked, and he hadn’t really slowed his pace since.

      Until now, on the street just outside the pale circle of light from a street lamp. At first, something had moved in the corner of his eye; he had ignored it, blaming it on liquor and the night. But looking in that direction, he suddenly saw... himself.

      Not in a mirror, or a reflection; it seemed like an exact replica. It brought back memories of all the bullshit Rip had told him more than once about timelines and consequences. He couldn’t bring himself to care much about the consequences, but that aside...

     Lazy nights were far less common than they  should be. Typically, jobs were pulled at night, and the day was for napping, typically wherever they ended up - on the sofas, in beds, in the armchair, wherever they settled down after a heist to count money or let the racing adrenaline wear off.

      Tonight, though, there were no heists to pull and no jobs to plan out. Just the quiet sound of the television playing just a few levels above muted in the corner in front of the bed and the sounds of Mick’s breathing.

      Leonard’s hands lazily repositioned themselves from where they were folded on his chest as he turned slightly on his side. Eyes still half-shut, he lethargically shifted into the right position to cup Mick’s face in one hand, pressing a lazy kiss to the crown of his head before settling down again. 

Live your dreams baby <3