Prison Break - Coming of Age
Title: Coming of Age
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Michael, Veronica, Lincoln
Category: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Clichés are clichés for a reason...
Author’s Note: Foolishly unbeta’ed.
Vee won’t take him to Linc; she won’t let him see his brother - You’re too young. She doesn’t explain why he’s too young, though. So Michael does what he knows will work even on Vee who, aside from Linc, knows him better than anyone else. His lower lip wobbles and a single, shiny tear rolls down his cheek; he heaves a sigh and stares at her through wet eyelashes. Clichés - but well... clichés are clichés for a reason. Vee yields; she mumbles she’ll regret this sooner rather than later but she yields.
He inwardly gloats. That is... until they enter the dingy apartment where Lincoln has passed out, high on only God knows what. Different kind of cliché. There are no prettily quivering lips or glistening eyes anymore, then. His mouth twists in an ugly way and he’s too busy trying not to choke on his distress to hold back his tears. He doesn’t protest when Vee squeezes his hand. He knows it’s not entirely true, but he wants to believe that she holds onto him as much as he holds onto her.
He is too young - but he ages just a tad faster when he crouches by Lincoln’s side.
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End note: Long ago, alohomoraa ranted about clichés in fics. More specifically the single and shiny tear rolling down the character’s cheek, if I remember correctly. The other day, there was on TV someone crying that (in)famous tear and, at the same time, when I refreshed my friends page, alohomoraa was posting a (different kind of) rant about writing.
To make it short: I get my plot bunnies from the weirdest conjunctions of events, apparently ;)
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Michael, Veronica, Lincoln
Category: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Clichés are clichés for a reason...
Author’s Note: Foolishly unbeta’ed.
Vee won’t take him to Linc; she won’t let him see his brother - You’re too young. She doesn’t explain why he’s too young, though. So Michael does what he knows will work even on Vee who, aside from Linc, knows him better than anyone else. His lower lip wobbles and a single, shiny tear rolls down his cheek; he heaves a sigh and stares at her through wet eyelashes. Clichés - but well... clichés are clichés for a reason. Vee yields; she mumbles she’ll regret this sooner rather than later but she yields.
He inwardly gloats. That is... until they enter the dingy apartment where Lincoln has passed out, high on only God knows what. Different kind of cliché. There are no prettily quivering lips or glistening eyes anymore, then. His mouth twists in an ugly way and he’s too busy trying not to choke on his distress to hold back his tears. He doesn’t protest when Vee squeezes his hand. He knows it’s not entirely true, but he wants to believe that she holds onto him as much as he holds onto her.
He is too young - but he ages just a tad faster when he crouches by Lincoln’s side.
* *
End note: Long ago, alohomoraa ranted about clichés in fics. More specifically the single and shiny tear rolling down the character’s cheek, if I remember correctly. The other day, there was on TV someone crying that (in)famous tear and, at the same time, when I refreshed my friends page, alohomoraa was posting a (different kind of) rant about writing.
To make it short: I get my plot bunnies from the weirdest conjunctions of events, apparently ;)