Prison Break Slash Fiction: Beyond This Fading Existence (PG-13)
Title: Beyond This Fading Existence
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: (An interlude in "The Arrangement" series): Michael lights a long-forgotten fire inside Lincoln.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday to happywriter06! I hope you like this little offering.
A 60_minute_fics project, also for my fanfic100 Michael/Lincoln challenge, this is "Taste"- and not at all how I thought I'd be writing this prompt.
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In Fox River, where the days taste like death and the air like ash, Lincoln finds the one thing that tastes of life:
Michael.
It's not the promise of escape that makes the difference-for who can promise the impossible and really mean it? It isn't that.
It's not the spark that comes from stepping over old taboos, or the feeling that someone sees him, someone's listening. Lincoln's too tired for any of that to matter.
That Michael loves him reaches down inside his sleepwalking soul. Lincoln knew that, always- though not the type or depth of love (or maybe he did and chose to ignore it). Michael loving him isn't the key.
What matters is the opposite instead: Michael caring whether Lincoln loves him back.
Other people care, Lincoln knows. Veronica, hot and cold over the years and engaged to another man now, she wants forgiveness to settle between them. LJ, of course, but Lincoln's love is nearly useless-it doesn't bring security or assurances, and soon enough it'll end in death.
All Michael wants-only hopes for, never demands-is for Lincoln to love him on that deeper, more intimate level. Trapped in prison, it's one of the few things Lincoln can still do.
Michael tastes like life, because kissing him brings the essence of living back to the lost world of Lincoln's boxed-in, measured-out days.
The taste is exhilarating, unstoppable.
It's enough to make a man believe that anything is possible.
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Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: (An interlude in "The Arrangement" series): Michael lights a long-forgotten fire inside Lincoln.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday to happywriter06! I hope you like this little offering.
A 60_minute_fics project, also for my fanfic100 Michael/Lincoln challenge, this is "Taste"- and not at all how I thought I'd be writing this prompt.
x-x-x-x-x
In Fox River, where the days taste like death and the air like ash, Lincoln finds the one thing that tastes of life:
Michael.
It's not the promise of escape that makes the difference-for who can promise the impossible and really mean it? It isn't that.
It's not the spark that comes from stepping over old taboos, or the feeling that someone sees him, someone's listening. Lincoln's too tired for any of that to matter.
That Michael loves him reaches down inside his sleepwalking soul. Lincoln knew that, always- though not the type or depth of love (or maybe he did and chose to ignore it). Michael loving him isn't the key.
What matters is the opposite instead: Michael caring whether Lincoln loves him back.
Other people care, Lincoln knows. Veronica, hot and cold over the years and engaged to another man now, she wants forgiveness to settle between them. LJ, of course, but Lincoln's love is nearly useless-it doesn't bring security or assurances, and soon enough it'll end in death.
All Michael wants-only hopes for, never demands-is for Lincoln to love him on that deeper, more intimate level. Trapped in prison, it's one of the few things Lincoln can still do.
Michael tastes like life, because kissing him brings the essence of living back to the lost world of Lincoln's boxed-in, measured-out days.
The taste is exhilarating, unstoppable.
It's enough to make a man believe that anything is possible.
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