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      Mick snapped his fingers, clicking his tongue slightly at Rebel, motioning that the dog could relax and stop standing at attention. The shepherd made a quiet sound, settling down on the floor, and Mick turned in the direction of the door. 

      “You need something?” He knew Leonard’s near-silent tread and the sound of his breathing almost as well as he knew the sounds of his own body. 

      He also knew that it had been nearly a year since they last spoke; and that their last words had been a heated fight. Part of him wondered why the other had showed up again at all. “Thought you wanted nothing to do with me, Snart.”

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          hiraeth  guilt:   unusual   /   tastes  of  SMOKE  on  his  tongue ,    hint  of  ash  lingering  in  the  expand  of  lungs.   repose  inhabits  his  body ,    shoulder  'gainst  the  door  frame   //   arms  crossing  the  space  of  his  chest ,    DACTYLIC  pondering  with  poisoned  thoughts:   the  other’s  inquiry  raises  much  of  his  own   (   what  was  it  that  you  needed?   an   APOLOGY?   here  to  give ,    receive?   or  did  you  just  want  to  see  mick?   ).      ❛      you  know  that’s  not  true ,    mick.     ❜     softness   /   gentle ,    his  voice  holds  the  usual  drawl  but  it’s  VULNERABLE  almost.      ❛      i  didn’t  mean  what  i  said  when  we  fought.     ❜

 



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