The Touch of Another: A Mick/Beth Picspam
I've always been a sucker for the underappreciated, and Moonlight definitely fits into that category. Chiller ran a Moonlight marathon over Thanksgiving break and, in between massively unhealthy portions of both mac and cheese and family company, I caught most of the episodes. I instantly fell in love with Mick and eventually warmed up to Beth. There was something special about Moonlight, aside from the decided hotness of its lead actor. Alex O'Loughlin does a really amazing job as Mick. It's too bad that Moonlight was cancelled after only one season, it could have been phenomenal. It deserves more love!
Sixty years is a long time to deny yourself the touch of another. But you do it because you just can't bear the thought of seeing yourself as a monster in someone else's eyes.
Mick: Please don't look at me.
Beth: Oh my God. What are you?
Mick: I'm a vampire.
What do you do when the one thing you need to save your life is the one thing that would make life unbearable?
Maybe it was her blood in my veins that let me feel her. The beating of her very living heart. Or maybe we've always been connected. Either way... being near me puts her in danger. So it has to stop.
Mick: Come on, let’s go do something.
Beth: Like what?
Mick: I don’t know. Something fun. Something quintessentially New York. We’ll catch a set at the Village Vanguard, with a couple of martini’s. A steak for the lady. Just you and me on the town. Come on.
Beth: I don’t know...our flight leaves in a couple of hours.
Mick: So, we’ll take a later flight.
Beth: Look, I don’t know. I…I do think I need to get home.
Mick: At the funeral, you were wearing his ring.
Beth: Yes. Yes, I was. But um, I realized even if he had proposed to me, I wouldn't have said yes.
Mick: Why not?
Beth: There's someone else. Has been for a while. I care about him a lot. And I think it's time he figured out what he's going to do about it.
Beth: Being a vampire isn't all you are. It's not what's keeping us apart. It's just you.
Mick: Maybe you're right. I don't know. But just give me a chance to figure it out, okay?
Beth: Just don't take too long. You may have forever... but I don't.
Beth: That night that we first met or met again, whatever... what was I wearing?
Mick: Blue jeans, white-striped shirt, cream jacket.
Beth: What about my shoes?
Mick: You were barefoot.
Beth: How can you remember that?
Mick: Because I love you
Sixty years is a long time to deny yourself the touch of another. But you do it because you just can't bear the thought of seeing yourself as a monster in someone else's eyes.
Mick: Please don't look at me.
Beth: Oh my God. What are you?
Mick: I'm a vampire.
What do you do when the one thing you need to save your life is the one thing that would make life unbearable?
Maybe it was her blood in my veins that let me feel her. The beating of her very living heart. Or maybe we've always been connected. Either way... being near me puts her in danger. So it has to stop.
Mick: Come on, let’s go do something.
Beth: Like what?
Mick: I don’t know. Something fun. Something quintessentially New York. We’ll catch a set at the Village Vanguard, with a couple of martini’s. A steak for the lady. Just you and me on the town. Come on.
Beth: I don’t know...our flight leaves in a couple of hours.
Mick: So, we’ll take a later flight.
Beth: Look, I don’t know. I…I do think I need to get home.
Mick: At the funeral, you were wearing his ring.
Beth: Yes. Yes, I was. But um, I realized even if he had proposed to me, I wouldn't have said yes.
Mick: Why not?
Beth: There's someone else. Has been for a while. I care about him a lot. And I think it's time he figured out what he's going to do about it.
Beth: Being a vampire isn't all you are. It's not what's keeping us apart. It's just you.
Mick: Maybe you're right. I don't know. But just give me a chance to figure it out, okay?
Beth: Just don't take too long. You may have forever... but I don't.
Beth: That night that we first met or met again, whatever... what was I wearing?
Mick: Blue jeans, white-striped shirt, cream jacket.
Beth: What about my shoes?
Mick: You were barefoot.
Beth: How can you remember that?
Mick: Because I love you