Title: Five Vocations
Author:
clair-de-luneCharacters: Michael, Lincoln, a tiny bit of Sara
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Some of the careers he considered with the passing years remained wishful thinking.
Notes: prompt by
alohomoraa - what career for Michael if he hadn’t been a structural engineer? Thanks to
recycledfaery for
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You know, I especially value when fics are written in a new, original way, not only the plot being original or originally written, but the whole concept as well as structure of the fic being a little piece of art itself.
This story definitely belongs to those one, and with your skillfully writing as well as wonderfull insights, it was a must to read.
Thank you so much for sharing.
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I'm glad you do. I had initially written only the childhood tidbits but it lacked... something and seemed a bit pointless.
You know, I especially value when fics are written in a new, original way, not only the plot being original or originally written, but the whole concept as well as structure of the fic being a little piece of art itself.
Thanks! I've written a few 'five things' thingies but I like them better when I can connect them together like here.
Thank you for reading and commenting :)
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...which makes him the worst Superman ever, even today
And everything is just fine, until he starts talking and smiling with her, and not expecting anything from her in exchange. Then, it becomes a problem.
if the three men hadn’t had a common goal, the cocktail would have blown up in his face long ago.
Lincoln smiles to his doctor when he doesn’t smile to his brother.
The music didn’t help at all. Listening to it was one thing, but trying to play was inconceivable. There was the touch of the piano beneath his fingers, the sounds coming alive under his hands and vibrating through his whole body, the colors shining under his half closed eyelids, and in a matter of minutes, his brain was just overheated, overwhelmed. Too many variables, too many sensations to get and grasp at the same time.
It nears perfection when Lincoln’s hand - not a pianist’s hand by a long shot - grabs his wrist and hauls him above the wall.These are just some ( ... )
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Neat! I cheat a bit with a prompt (because I did cheat) and I'm told this kind of thing. I'll do it again *g*
More seriously, engineer fits him just perfectly, doesn't it, so I merely resorted to the jobs he never had.
Thanks a lot for the kind comment. I'm really glad you liked the story :)
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Thank you! Writing it from Michael's point of view was interesting :-p
I'm glad you enjoyed the story and really appreciate the feedback :)
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Your writing has the power to reduce me to this babbling idiot who can't string a sentence together. NOTHING I say will be able to convey how beautiful this is, how perfectly constructed, how spellbindingly you've woven the threads of the story together. Absolute perfection, and I can't thank you enough for sharing it.
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Now is maybe not the right moment to admit that nothing was planned or thought out; that I chose to write about jobs Michael never had because I couldn't imagine anything else than engineer since it fits him so well; and that I added the comparisons to Fox River because I felt the story was incomplete...
In other words, it's really nice when a story made with bits and pieces actually works, and I'm happy you enjoyed it \o/
Thanks so much for the comment ;)
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