PB Fic - Words
Title: Words
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Sara/Linc, bit of Michael.
Genre: Drabble
Summary: How do you play a game reliant on words, when words cannot be relied upon?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: Bad things happen when I read my semantics textbooks and eat too much chocolate ice-cream. Also, just a little bit more Sara/Linc, because the more I think about them, the more sense they make… *gets back to the OTHER fic*
Words are inconsistent. Her father has taught her that much.
People often say one thing, but mean another.
Words are what you use to relay to the world what you are. It galls Sara that she has to resort to the words of a long dead man to explain who she is. It frustrates her that three words from Michael will take three hours to decipher, and she’ll probably misread them anyway.
Inmates think that they can use crass words to dominate her. Her father thinks he can use complex ones to do the very same thing.
So many people play with semantics to find meaning in their lives. But how do you play a game reliant on words, when words cannot be relied upon?
She tried to find meaning without words and nearly killed herself. In that place where words didn’t matter she found something. But that something was never really hers. When she came clean they tried to kill her with words. They made her talk it out until it was just sound escaping her mouth, not words. Their sound, their tune. But not her words.
They’ll use her words to trap her too. But you said… Of course she said, but she never meant.
Michael tells her that her questions have answers, but he doesn’t give her any, so he mustn’t mean what he says.
She finds herself pressed against Lincoln, again. She used to pretend it was attraction, something to do with Michael maybe. But she knows better now.
Lincoln hardly speaks. He doesn’t use words, so he doesn’t lie. What he says he means, and what he doesn’t say he does. He doesn’t speak with his mouth and what he does with his mouth is not open for interpretation.
Sara knows that there are answers, but if they come in the guise of words she doesn’t want them.
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Sara/Linc, bit of Michael.
Genre: Drabble
Summary: How do you play a game reliant on words, when words cannot be relied upon?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: Bad things happen when I read my semantics textbooks and eat too much chocolate ice-cream. Also, just a little bit more Sara/Linc, because the more I think about them, the more sense they make… *gets back to the OTHER fic*
Words are inconsistent. Her father has taught her that much.
People often say one thing, but mean another.
Words are what you use to relay to the world what you are. It galls Sara that she has to resort to the words of a long dead man to explain who she is. It frustrates her that three words from Michael will take three hours to decipher, and she’ll probably misread them anyway.
Inmates think that they can use crass words to dominate her. Her father thinks he can use complex ones to do the very same thing.
So many people play with semantics to find meaning in their lives. But how do you play a game reliant on words, when words cannot be relied upon?
She tried to find meaning without words and nearly killed herself. In that place where words didn’t matter she found something. But that something was never really hers. When she came clean they tried to kill her with words. They made her talk it out until it was just sound escaping her mouth, not words. Their sound, their tune. But not her words.
They’ll use her words to trap her too. But you said… Of course she said, but she never meant.
Michael tells her that her questions have answers, but he doesn’t give her any, so he mustn’t mean what he says.
She finds herself pressed against Lincoln, again. She used to pretend it was attraction, something to do with Michael maybe. But she knows better now.
Lincoln hardly speaks. He doesn’t use words, so he doesn’t lie. What he says he means, and what he doesn’t say he does. He doesn’t speak with his mouth and what he does with his mouth is not open for interpretation.
Sara knows that there are answers, but if they come in the guise of words she doesn’t want them.