bringstheheat | Inbox

[Bad enough that he can't literally shrug it off anymore. Snart inclines his head towards the door, not wanting to talk in public.

As he gets inside the common room - Barry's door is shut tight - he starts taking off his shirt. Slowly; it's sticking to him and it hurts to lift his arms. The bloodied couch where he sat pressed against it is pretty obvious, but at least Barry did his best to stave off most of the bleeding until Hell's healing factor kicked in]

Might've pissed off the one holding onto me.

[he finally gets his shirt off with an irritated hiss; there's a definite deep stab wound near the base of his spine that's the worst one, and the one that's causing him difficulty lifting up his arms is a shallower slicing on the right shoulder blade. Someone was trying to carve a letter M into him, but whether it stood for Mammon or Murderer, he didn't get a chance to ask and therefore doesn't know. Both have at least had time to scab over and they look a day old, rather than the few hours it's been.

He waits, wanting to ask for help getting a new shirt on without directly asking for help.]

[Mick doesn't even other trying to hold back the growl at seeing the extend of the wounds on Snart's back. Sure they'd both grown up with old men who were more monster than father but even this was extreme. He peels off his gloves before helping Snart with his shirt. He could've cut the thing off but the stubborn shit has to go and do things the hard way.

Most he's got on hand to clean him up is a couple of bottles of water that don't look too sketchy so he uses one and the torn remains of his shirt to try and clean off most of the old blood.] Was it one of 'em that gets off on pain?

[He's seen the demons and the shows that they put on.

The little dragon clambers down from Mick's shoulder and snakes forward until he's curled up in Snart's lap, peering up at him curiously.]

[he grits his teeth when he sees what Mick's doing with the water, and steadies himself by placing his hands on the couch to let the guy work. Mick knows what he's doing: sadly, they both do. Best to put pride aside for the moment, especially when no one can see him]

Yeah. Me and the Flash both. He's okay, if you're wondering. I might've...

[he makes a non-committal noise himself. Clearly someone decided to do something stupid to get them both free, and that's where the bigger wound that almost nicked his spine came from.

Still, that's over with now, and whatever else he was going to say is thrown out by the sudden arrival of Ember. He frowns down at the tiny dragon, staring at him]

Guess this means I have to return your present.

You might've [he grunts as he tapes a makeshift bandage across the more serious stab wound across his spine. Mick doesn't need him to finish what he started. There were damn few people he cared about, even fewer he'd risk injury to in order to protect. A grumble as he keeps working. With luck Barry's healing is taking care of whatever happened to him.

Present?
His head tilts a little because normally the only time he's getting anything from Snart is after they've had one of their weird falling outs.

Mick peers around him to see Ember snuffling at his partner curiously.] Hn? What present?

Call it a 'sorry for dying on you' present.

[there's a lot of guilt in that sarcastic little sentence of his. He might've put himself into harm's way specifically because he abandoned Mick in the past, in an effort to make up for that betrayal. Somehow everything stems from that moment.

He gives a coaxing scratch to Ember behind one ear, making a little bit of a face. Dragons. Little heat-seeking missiles, all of them]

Got you an egg. A kid I know's keeping it warm, he's supposed to text me when it hatches. Didn't know you already had one.

[but he should have figured]

Oh. [Mick goes utterly still at the reminder because Snart doesn't know how much he struggled after the Oculus.

They haven't talked about it and knowing their history, they probably won't. He's got him back and frankly that's all Mick cares about.

Ember trills at the attention before sneezing sparks and curling his tail around Leonard's hand.] That.

[An egg huh? He snorts as he finishes up, helping him put his shirt back on without having to be asked.]

Only makes sense that he should have a partner.

[he makes what he is definitely not going to call a distressed noise when Ember nearly sets his hand on fire - or at least, that's how he'll tell it later, the dramatic cuss. Now he's got a dragon attaching himself to his hand, and makes a mental note: do not pet any strange animals.

Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.

Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]

Could be too much to handle.

Hey, knock it off. [The gruff order is followed by a short whistle and the little dragon gives a subdued whine before vaulting back to his shoulder.

Figures Snart would be uncomfortable being touched by even a dragon.

With his partner settled he tips his head and scratches beneath Ember's neck.]

Dunno about that. People have said the same about you.

[He tries not to feel guilty about it, shoving his feelings down so that when he speaks, it's with a cooler, calmer tone. Like he wasn't just needing to be rescued by his best friend again]

With good reason.

And I don't breathe fire or grow to the size of a Buick.

[Mick snorts.] If he shot ice instead of fire you'd be demanding your own flight of dragons and you know it. [See? Easy distraction. Better to tease than talk about feelings. Feelings are gross.

His partner is safe. Healing up after whatever happened and if he wanted to go and take out a little revenge later, Mick would back him up easily.

It don't matter that they're in Hell. He's got his partner back and that's all Mick really cares about.]

[He makes a noncommittal noise to that, not denying it for a second. Ice dragons would be an amazing concept]

He's cute, I'll give you that.

I'll give you the other egg when it hatches. Got a kid looking after it now, name's Tim.

's a good distraction too. People don't notice their stuff is missing when they got a dragon to look at. [Mick is going to have to keep one eye on Ember and another on Snart for the foreseeable future. They're both going to keep him pretty damn busy.]

Tim? Who's that?

[he gives a small shrug which is as good as any body language of Snart's to say You make a fair point, but I don't want to admit it]

Yeah, well. There's distractions and then there's hazards. How big's he meant to get, anyway?

Tim Drake. Some kid from Gotham I helped out of a jam when I first showed up and now he owes me. Watch what you tell him, he's a mask.

Inbox - Penance

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject