Title: How A Resurrection Really Feels Author: Aspen Snow Character: Michael, Lincoln Rating: PG-13 Summary: Freedom doesn't taste like it should. Michael and Lincoln in Mexico.
I apologize in advance for my lack of coherent and good feedback that this fic truely deserves.
This fits right and hurt and was just as painful as it should have been in all the right parts. You can actually feel Michael's... almost confused desperation at parts. Like he thought out the plan and carried it out but never actually really thought it would ever work.
Haven't seen the finale yet (Have been banned from watching it until my Ma catches up with me) but I definetly have this thought that his plan is actually only half-formed. He's planned for every contingency but I don't think he actually believes that any of it is ever actually gonna work.
Beautiful story. I'm impressed. The imagery, the themes, the palpable despair even though Michael got what he wanted - it's all here, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
My favorite bit: So wherever they go Michael carries the bills. Lincoln carries the change─ because Michael can only plan and Lincoln can only hope.
And thank you so so much for leaving a comment, it always good to know that all the emotions and themes that I am attempting to get across with my words actually comes through.
Hey, Aspen. It must simply be illegal to go so long without a fic from you. I told you long ago - you write it and they (including me) will come!
You packed so much into this. I love the idea that the plan is *so* off, that Michael can't quite recover and snap together contingencies. And somehow, after all these years and events, Linc still has that effect on him - big-brotherly hope, faith.
I love that Linc seems to be living for the moment, caring out those "if I ever get out" wishes he's stored in his brain. But swallowing 3 aspirin dry? How awful! (But, OTOH: Whoa! That just screams (in a very odd way) masculinity - like a modern or city version of the Marlboro man.)
I think the saddest part is when Linc walks past the phone without dropping the coins in. Now they've both been brought back to reality. Makes the "optimism, hope, faith" concept seem dark and bitter - maybe a little like swallowing aspirin tablets dry.
So beautiful, per usual, Aspen. I love it. I love you. Write more. Please.
Anyway, yes, I need to stop waiting so long to write. Really I do.
Modern city version of the Marlboro Man<----for some reason, that description REALLY fits Lincoln. So funny.
I think in their situation their hope and their faith is always going to be a little bit bitter. Because yeah they escaped, great. But they can't go back to their lives, they still have to fear being caught, and they can't do the simplest things, like pick up a phone and call someone they love (i.e. LJ).
Thank you so much and I will most certainly write more, hopefully soon since the whole idea of them being quasi free in Mexico intrigues me. =)
OMG! The hopelessness and desolation! And you've got it so right. Will Michael ever be able to see anything beyond the plan? It's such a hard-hitting story but so softly and gently done that I never really saw it coming until it hit me like a truck.
Very powerful. I think you're another writer whose fic I've read before, from another fandom. I'm so glad all the great fic-cers are PB fans! Please write more asap.
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This fits right and hurt and was just as painful as it should have been in all the right parts. You can actually feel Michael's... almost confused desperation at parts. Like he thought out the plan and carried it out but never actually really thought it would ever work.
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We see hints of Michael's confusion and desperation in the finale and I think it is only going to get more pronounced as they continue to run.
And coherency is overrated and your feedback was still wonderful and awesome.
Thank you! =)
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My favorite bit:
So wherever they go Michael carries the bills. Lincoln carries the change─ because Michael can only plan and Lincoln can only hope.
Thanks for sharing.
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And thank you so so much for leaving a comment, it always good to know that all the emotions and themes that I am attempting to get across with my words actually comes through.
So thanks again! =)
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You packed so much into this. I love the idea that the plan is *so* off, that Michael can't quite recover and snap together contingencies. And somehow, after all these years and events, Linc still has that effect on him - big-brotherly hope, faith.
I love that Linc seems to be living for the moment, caring out those "if I ever get out" wishes he's stored in his brain. But swallowing 3 aspirin dry? How awful! (But, OTOH: Whoa! That just screams (in a very odd way) masculinity - like a modern or city version of the Marlboro man.)
I think the saddest part is when Linc walks past the phone without dropping the coins in. Now they've both been brought back to reality. Makes the "optimism, hope, faith" concept seem dark and bitter - maybe a little like swallowing aspirin tablets dry.
So beautiful, per usual, Aspen. I love it. I love you. Write more. Please.
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Anyway, yes, I need to stop waiting so long to write. Really I do.
Modern city version of the Marlboro Man<----for some reason, that description REALLY fits Lincoln. So funny.
I think in their situation their hope and their faith is always going to be a little bit bitter. Because yeah they escaped, great. But they can't go back to their lives, they still have to fear being caught, and they can't do the simplest things, like pick up a phone and call someone they love (i.e. LJ).
Thank you so much and I will most certainly write more, hopefully soon since the whole idea of them being quasi free in Mexico intrigues me. =)
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What do I see there? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
*ok, that probably was sorta intimidating. Err, sorry*
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I think I need some chocolate to cheer me up now.
But wonderfully written and thanks for sharing.
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So glad you liked it.
Thanks for commenting! =)
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Anyway, I promise to write more because these boys are just to hot and angsty to NOT write about. =)
Thanks!
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