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entrancelogs2017-01-23 08:45 pm
catchacold) wrote in entrancelogs2017-01-23 08:45 pm
[closed] Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
Who: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory
Where: Outside, near burned trees.
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
The Story:
Finding Mick isn't exactly a difficult task. Not only does Leonard have hints, he also has a nose and he has long since trained the instinct of walking towards the smell of something burning instead of the other way. By the time he is among burned trees, he has his hands in his pocket and his face doesn't give much away, at least to the untrained eye.
The snow crunches under his boots and the memories associated with that come unbidden. His chest hurts, from nothing other than emotions. Pain that he's kept bottled up for months now, today forced to the surface. It's no wonder that when he actually speaks, his voice breaks.
"Mick."
Where: Outside, near burned trees.
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
The Story:
Finding Mick isn't exactly a difficult task. Not only does Leonard have hints, he also has a nose and he has long since trained the instinct of walking towards the smell of something burning instead of the other way. By the time he is among burned trees, he has his hands in his pocket and his face doesn't give much away, at least to the untrained eye.
The snow crunches under his boots and the memories associated with that come unbidden. His chest hurts, from nothing other than emotions. Pain that he's kept bottled up for months now, today forced to the surface. It's no wonder that when he actually speaks, his voice breaks.
"Mick."