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18 July 2006 @ 10:45 pm
Prison Break Slash Fanfiction: Bound By Love  
Title: Bound By Love
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash, Dark, Underage Warning)
Rating: R
Summary: Svengali’s motives were never pure.
Warning: This is not my usual Lincoln. This is assy, Dark!Lincoln written as a personal challenge to stretch his character. Though dark to me (about an 8 on the HalfshellVenus scale), this would be about a 1 on a T-Bag scale, so YMMV.
Author’s Notes: For thelana (Happy Birthday!), from an idea by tyrical. I hope this darker, deliberate Lincoln is everything they both hoped for, and still far more irresistible than he should be. Also written for fanfic100, this one for prompt #44, "Circle." Title by missyjack-- thank you!

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Michael was his almost from the beginning.

From the first skinned knee while Mom was at work… to the first time Lincoln taught him how to really throw, Michael hung on Lincoln’s every word, his every idea, his very presence.

It wasn’t until later that Lincoln realized he could use that.

Things were still fairly typical between them before their mother died. There was the younger brother following and copying the older one. There most definitely was bossing and two-sided pouting.

But after she died, things became different. It isn’t easy for a teenager to raise a child that isn’t his. Especially when it’s the kind of child who wants to know Why for every suggestion or direction or decision to be made. A barely 16-year-old who spends his time doing day-labor to pay the rent instead of going to school himself runs out of ideas and energy very quickly.

One day, it occurred to Lincoln to try the thing he knew how to do best.

It wasn’t fighting—though he’d tried that too. That was a short-lived solution, lasting less than a week. Michael had flat-out refused to do the dishes, one of the few chores an 11-year-old could handle. Lincoln had been firm, before moving on to yelling. Finally, he’d smacked Michael across the face, swift and hard, the blow knocking Michael to the floor with its force. Michael had stared up at him, stunned, before running off to the bedroom and locking the door. They had stalemated over it for three days, with Lincoln pleading and cajoling and threatening all over again. Still, Michael had not come out. He’d saved all his bathroom and water needs, so far as Lincoln could tell, for when Lincoln was asleep or at work. Lincoln had actually had to call the school and tell them Michael was sick, sorely tempted to give in to sarcasm when they asked him why. “Stuck in a world-class snit” was not a medical excuse, though with Michael it could have qualified as a psychiatric condition. Michael came by his stubbornness honestly, and Lincoln was no match for him in the long haul. Where Lincoln would eventually explode, Michael would dig his heels in and wait. Lincoln had been able to practically feel Michael doing that on the other side of the bedroom door.

Finally, he had appealed to Michael’s sense of guilt. “I’m so sorry I hit you, Michael. I really am. Now I’m worried that you’re never going to forgive me. It’s just you and me Michael—you’re all I have left now. And I don’t know what I’ll do if you won’t talk to me, and be my brother again… Pretty soon, if you don’t come out and go to school they’re going to call the police, and then Social Services will split us up. And I’ll probably never see you again. Will you promise me you’ll at least say goodbye before that happens? Before they take you away?”

The door had opened so fast Lincoln had nearly fallen through it. Michael had wrapped his arms around him so suddenly and fiercely that Lincoln had barely caught a glimpse of the tears on his face. But they were there. And when he’d held Michael tight, stroking his back and neck, Michael had burrowed in further and harder just like any desperate child. Lincoln had half expected that. But when he’d lifted Michael’s face up and brushed the tears off his cheek, Michael had leaned into his touch like a neglected cat. And when he’d kissed Michael’s forehead so impulsively, Michael had trembled like a leaf in his arms.

That was when he’d known. Michael would not give in to force. But he had an indelible weakness for love.

And Lincoln was a skilled artisan at the wielding and withholding of love.

He’d used it sparingly at first. Nothing excessive, just a gentle hand on the shoulder when he wanted Michael to do something. A big smile or a hug when Michael finished a chore or task that he normally would have put up a fuss over. One time Lincoln had needed something really big, needed Michael to stay alone overnight—without turning the stove on or leaving the door unlocked, and here was a phone number if Michael absolutely had to call-- while he went out of town for a two-day job. He’d got down at Michael’s level, spoken to him very seriously using his most sincere eyes and voice, and cupped the side of Michael’s face with his hand. Michael had melted, his eyes giving up his very soul as he promised Lincoln he’d be good and stay out of trouble, that he was old enough to be trusted on his own.

Lincoln had filed that reaction away for future reference.

By the time Michael was thirteen, Lincoln had him well-figured out. The devotion he gave Michael at home was almost always returned in kind. Lincoln kept adjusting his own approach to keep one step ahead of his brother. His attentions, his caresses, were the kind he used on girls who already had a boyfriend, the girls he wasn’t already dating himself. His behavior said “If only,” and “Deep down, you’re really the one I want.” He liked the attention that flirting always got him, all those girls tied to him by invisible threads. They’d cozy up to him with their eyes, and he knew they thought about him when he wasn’t around. That was exactly the kind of situation he needed to keep his own brother in check.

Sitting on the sofa in the evening, he would draw Michael’s head down onto his shoulder. With an arm curled around his brother, he’d let his lips graze the top of Michael’s forehead from time-to-time. He could feel Michael’s longing for it in the taut press of that body against his own. After a few weeks, Michael would sit down and immediately drape himself across Lincoln, his head on Lincoln’s chest and his arm wrapped around the front of Lincoln’s waist. Lincoln would hold him close with both arms, enfolding him, while mentally racking up the tally of completed homework and paid bills and Michael knowing when not to answer the phone or the door.

Any time he had to up the ante, it always worked best when he left Michael wanting more. Lincoln would dangle just a taste of could-be/would-be/what-if in front of Michael, never enough to quite answer the questions that kept Michael trapped right where he was.

The night Michael found Lincoln’s stash in the underwear drawer, they argued and Michael just would not let it go. Lincoln shifted gears suddenly, becoming all reassurances and smoothness. He soothed his hands over Michael’s arms, talking more and more softly, his hands sliding up to stroke the sides of Michael’s face. Caught in that python gaze, Michael stilled into a state of frozen thrall as Lincoln’s thumb brushed over his lower lip and Lincoln leaned closer, closer until his breath whispered weightily against Michael’s mouth. Lincoln felt Michael’s head tipping back, saw Michael’s eyes drifting shut as his lips parted and he stood there waiting. And then slowly, deliberately, Lincoln let his mouth just lighter-than-air brush across Michael’s on the way to pulling him into a close, intimate hug. Lincoln wrapped his arm as low around Michael’s waist as it could go without slipping into new territory, and he could feel the measure of Michael’s clear want pressing into his leg. For the remainder of that night—and for weeks to come—they would not have that particular discussion again.

Months later, Lincoln stepped up his methods again. He’d stayed out stoned for three days, and came home to find Michael in a panic. Lincoln stayed calm, always edging closer, until he backed Michael into a corner in the kitchen. Letting his voice go deep with the tantalizing air of promise, he pushed lightly again and again into Michael’s space. As mesmerized as before, Michael let him, let his protests fall away as Lincoln leaned in further, further… there. Lincoln felt the uneven hitch of Michael’s mouth under his own as he kissed down and in, felt the exact moment when Michael crossed over and came in his pants.

That moment had the flavor of victory. Just then, Michael wanted whatever Lincoln would give him more than he wanted to always be right. And from then on, the gloves were off. Lincoln moved in a sliding scale of intimacy according to his need.

He schemed to hide his girlfriends from Michael’s jealousy, avoided parading his sex-life where Michael could see it. Veronica made the mistake of calling too often one night while they were out celebrating Michael’s birthday. A hand-job against the bathroom sink worked like a charm to keep Michael from fixating on the reasons for Veronica’s interest. It might have seemed like a special present, this sweet attention to the whole of Michael’s desire, but there was purpose hidden behind every skilled, distracting stroke.

The pregnant girlfriend laid his lies out in the open. Lincoln could not pretend that wasn’t his responsibility, could not deny how it all had come about. Michael knew—and he was angry. He held those half-truths over Lincoln’s head as emotional blackmail, and for awhile Lincoln found their situations almost reversed. He tried to appease Michael, to appeal to his sense of reason. But he’d lost control of Michael, and Michael’s stubbornness won in the end.

Lincoln had been forced to escalate, to bring Michael back under his hold. That was how he found himself stopping over to see Michael three to four nights a week, how it progressed from necking on the sofa to fucking on the kitchen table. Michael was fierce and demanding—and so responsive, so addictively into it—but he was compliant between the phone calls and visits. The fact that Lincoln couldn’t stop made him wonder which of them was in charge. Buried deep inside his brother, watching the flush come out on Michael’s cheeks and flash down his chest as Michael moaned and begged and called his name, Lincoln couldn’t keep himself from thrusting into the only home he knew.

It was a lifetime ago, that dance of seduction that he’d spun out oh-so-well. And he still hadn’t forgotten a single part of it.

He was in Fox River now, weeks away from dying. His brother had followed him into this soul-stealing Hell to save him.

Lincoln was finally man enough to regret what his actions had cost Michael. He’d pulled his brother along with him for twenty years, his hold on Michael lasting long after he’d needed or wanted it to.

But having made Michael who he was-- having drawn that loyalty out of him with every touch and kiss and finely-tuned method of manipulation-- Lincoln knew that it was all too late.

He had molded Michael into someone who could barely resist him, someone who could never truly manage to leave him. And somewhere along the way, he’d caught himself in his own web of deceit. Lincoln thought about Michael even now—the feel of him under his hands, the beauty of being Michael’s everything all those years ago.

There were times he still wanted that back, wanted anything he could grasp of the way it had been. He’d come full circle to that longing that had defined his brother. Or perhaps he wasn’t returning, and instead… he’d never left it.

There was no hope he’d ever find that life again. There was no-one left to petition or persuade anymore.

So now he waited for the inescapable end. He could not say whether having company lessened the burden or made it heaver with that added wrong.

Michael was bound to whatever path Lincoln set out, his destiny sealed from that first almost/someday/be-mine touch.

It was a fate intertwined, one inseparable from the sum of what they were.

It was tied into the long history of the two of them together: so subtly symbiotic... so rarely rewarding… so horribly doomed.


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The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on July 19th, 2006 06:23 am (UTC)
God. That's beautiful and painful, and I don't even need to see the show to see this, does that make sense? Love it. Love you.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 04:21 pm (UTC)
and I don't even need to see the show to see this, does that make sense?
Yes, absolutely. And it thrills me that you can feel it without really knowing the characters all that well. ♥

Thank you, Athena. *twirls you*
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: brothers greythelana on July 19th, 2006 07:23 am (UTC)
adshkjfahskjdfhakjdhfk => my brain

More thoughts on this later. As soon as my brain no longer is all afjkdhafkjhadjhfakj.

*thud*

You I know I just love when a fic is like a tiny bomb going off in your brain making it explode with back and forth thoughts, ideas and possibilities. Food for thought fic.

Awwww, also sorry for torturing *your* poor brain. I know, you don't like the dark, so *hugs* to you.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 05:26 pm (UTC)
*thud*
Yesss! *pumps fist*

I know, you don't like the dark, so *hugs* to you.
You're worth it, though. And I've had in my mind to try this one out, as a sort of challenge.

Many happy returns! *hugs*
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I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: tbagmissyjack on July 19th, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)
That was when he’d known. Michael would not give in to force. But he had an indelible weakness for love.

And Lincoln was a skilled artisan at the wielding and withholding of love.


Beuatiful language. I love the portrait of this Lincoln, and the increasing interdependence with Michael.

Also, uou always have such killer opening sentences to your stories, that hook me in immediately, and this:
Michael was his almost from the beginning.
is no exception.

Also, gorgeously hot story.Reading this I felt like Micahel - you had me mesmerised, wanting more, feeling my anticipation growing... ;)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: wetMichaelhalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
Beuatiful language. I love the portrait of this Lincoln, and the increasing interdependence with Michael.
It's odd how, while writing this, it twisted itself and snared Lincoln into being caught up in the wanting of it himself.

Also, gorgeously hot story.
Well, yay!

you had me mesmerised, wanting more, feeling my anticipation growing... ;)
I love that type of slash myself-- I love being lured in, having the whole thing build bit by tantalizing bit. Mmmmmm.

Thank you, missyjack!
bluesister on July 19th, 2006 08:09 am (UTC)
I wouldn't want to hang out with sociopath!Lincoln but he does sound eerily plausible. And interesting to watch, like a spider at work. Thank you!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
And interesting to watch, like a spider at work.
*shudders* That comment is all too accurate!

And I'm sure you can see why I don't like writing him this way. I love the Lincoln I tend to think of him as. But this guy? Not at all.

Thank you, bluesister. :)
she said mysteriouslyresounding_echo on July 19th, 2006 08:16 am (UTC)
Oh Halfshell--this is amazing. Truly it's an amazing concept and you handled it beautifully. I love how you steadily drew it on. I kept thinking it would end and was never disappointed when it only escalated. My hat is off to you.

Also, I think this may be one of the most erotic pieces you've ever written. The sheer unhealthiness of it makes it all the more appealing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
Truly it's an amazing concept and you handled it beautifully.
Eeeee! Thank you so much!

This was from a comment-ramble tyrical went into on thelana's journal months ago. It was the idea of a different slashier aspect to the two of them, one where Lincoln (who knows his own sex appeal all too well) uses those powers of seduction to keep Michael "in line." It really fascinated me as an idea, despite not liking to think of Lincoln that way. As a result, I decided at some point to write it. And it seemed the perfect gift for thelana, since the dark and the angst are inherent in the idea.

love how you steadily drew it on. I kept thinking it would end and was never disappointed when it only escalated. My hat is off to you.
:D Whee! I do like reading stories that draw me in and make me want more, more, stringing me along (like Lincoln himself) and then delivering. The tease is almost as much in the execution as in the subject-- though I'm wondering if that title is actually dark enough. I'd decided on it months ago, but now looking at the story... not sure.

The sheer unhealthiness of it makes it all the more appealing.
It kind of does to me too, which is a little scary, but-- there you have it!

Thank you so much, Jules! *huggles*
Your Sweet Six Hundred, Threescore And Sixmusicophilia on July 19th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
He’d stayed out stoned for three days, and came home to find Michael in a panic. Lincoln stayed calm, always edging closer, until he backed Michael into a corner in the kitchen. Letting his voice go deep with the tantalizing air of promise, he pushed lightly again and again into Michael’s space. As mesmerized as before, Michael let him, let his protests fall away as Lincoln leaned in further, further… there. Lincoln felt the uneven hitch of Michael’s mouth under his own as he kissed down and in, felt the exact moment when Michael crossed over and came in his pants.

That has got to be the hottest part of this beautiful, perfect fic! I can definitely say this is now my favourite of all fics I've read.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)
That has got to be the hottest part of this beautiful, perfect fic!
:D It's the hottest part to me too, so I'm glad you called it out.

I can definitely say this is now my favourite of all fics I've read.
Wow! Thank you SO much. Wheeeeeee!
(no subject) - musicophilia on July 19th, 2006 09:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Deutschtard: what?deutschtard on July 19th, 2006 10:50 am (UTC)
WOW. I'm not usually that in to M/L, but this was really really really really good!! I wish my brain could formulate an articulate sentence to describe how much i actually enjoyed this, but the fic has left my brain in five year old mode, ie: the more I say really, the more she'll know i like it.

sidenote: I like this dark!Lincoln...but gotta question 'bout the disclaimer thingy..........

so YMMV

Whadduz this mean?
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on July 19th, 2006 11:58 am (UTC)
YMMV

Means: Your Mileage May Vary. In this context it means that something might for you or it might not. (or it might work more for some than others)
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Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beveragefiddleyoumust on July 19th, 2006 01:54 pm (UTC)
OHMYGOD.

You have completely blown my mind with this. I love it. The entire idea of it is just so freaking amazing and as usual you have executed it wonderfully.

I am such a whore for dark fic, and these two have such fantastic potential for it.

Love. Love. Love.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
You have completely blown my mind with this. I love it. The entire idea of it is just so freaking amazing and as usual you have executed it wonderfully.
Wheee! Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid half of my f-list would bail from the warnings alone. NOT... that I'd blame them. Elissa's probably scrolling through her friends pages in an effort to put this far, far away and hoping the idea of it leaves her brain entirely.

I am such a whore for dark fic, and these two have such fantastic potential for it.
I totally didn't know that you liked dark fic. Probably because I don't write much of it!

Love. Love. Love.
*Glee!* Thank you so much! *skips around the room with sheer happiness*
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Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beveragefiddleyoumust on July 19th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Okay, so, I've been thinking about this fic, and thinking about it, and thinking about it some more. I just... I love it.

It occurred to me, that even though Lincoln is the one being manipulative in this story, Michael is still getting exactly what he wants out of Lincoln and that got me thinking about which one of them is really being the manipulative one, and then my mind started to smoke a little bit at the idea that Michael is actually the one pulling the strings and GAH!!!

I know that's not what your intention was, but I just had to say that I love fic that makes you think like that. This was just an awesome piece.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 19th, 2006 08:36 pm (UTC)
Whee, you're back. And I LOVE that. :D

and that got me thinking about which one of them is really being the manipulative one, and then my mind started to smoke a little bit at the idea that Michael is actually the one pulling the strings and GAH!!!

:D So here's a ramble on what went on here. I started this with the idea of manipulative Lincoln, and I added all the details of Lincoln not giving Michael quite what he wants for the "Not Enough" fanfic100 prompt. And then, when I wrote the paragraph about what happened when Lisa got pregnant... something changed. I had snippets of an ending written out, but I thought more and more about what was in that paragraph. The tide turns there bigtime. Lincoln starts marching to Michael's drum, escalates things WAY beyond what he ever thought they'd get into, and... starts to want it too much himself. At that point, I reconsidered the ending, and reworked it for the prompt of "Circle" (not yet in the comments). You can probably see why "Circle" applies there.

And as you mentioned, Michael eventually DOES get everything he wants from Lincoln. The duality of that is kind of sneaky and fun.

but I just had to say that I love fic that makes you think like that. This was just an awesome piece.
Whoo-hoo! I'm beyond happy that you think so-- and that it kept you pondering after you'd read it. :D Thank you, Julia!
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poisontaster on July 19th, 2006 06:28 pm (UTC)
Oh. Oh. This is so very different from the Lincoln you normally write, as you said, and yet it's one so clearly and exquisitely drawn and realized. It's breathtaking and a little horrifying at the same time; I think because it's very plausible. We don't really know much of Lincoln's motives or actions beforehand except in a very generalized way, and although he seems to have sought after a more redemptory path in prison, it's hard to determine with any accuracy HOW bad was Bad!Lincoln, pre-Fox River. It's a kind of Rashomon Gate of who's looking at him, with no clear answers and I think you capture a Lincoln here that was NOT at all a nice or good person but isn't actively EVIL either. Mainly selfish and self-serving and I think this IS a Lincoln who could--through regret and the promise of death--morph into the one we see on the screen.

So as an exercise, I'd say it's an unqualified success and as a story, it's just FASCINATING.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 05:33 am (UTC)
breathtaking and a little horrifying at the same time; I think because it's very plausible.
This is what hurts me the most in writing dark!Lincoln-- that he might just as easily be like that rather than the way I've come to think of him.

I think you capture a Lincoln here that was NOT at all a nice or good person but isn't actively EVIL either.
Yes-- he's self-serving and very able to rationalize all his small steps away and avoid looking at the larger path they lead to. His initial motives were not as dark as they eventually came to be-- just as the first crime is always the hardest, and all others just get easier after that.

and as a story, it's just FASCINATING.
Wow. Now that makes the whole thing worthwhile-- that and thelana liking her present! It's odd to be in a place where I think the story is very good, but I don't necessarily "like" it, if that makes sense. Most of the time, I write what I tend to like. It's very disorienting to do the exact opposite.

What do you think of the title, before I post this out to the world? It was the one I'd had in mind when I decided to write this months ago, but the eventual story was darker than I had thought it would be. Still fitting? Or would something darker like "Ensnared" or "By Design" work better? Any ideas?
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ivy_x3 on July 19th, 2006 10:23 pm (UTC)
i'm not quite sure if "YUM" was the reaction you were going for but that was what i thought through the entire thing.

how it progressed from necking on the sofa to fucking on the kitchen table.
oh how i love that line. the imagery is just too hot to handle.

Lincoln couldn’t keep himself from thrusting into the only home he knew.
this line is excellent. at first i thought it was so sweet that Lincoln thought of Michael as his home and my female instinct went AW. and then i reread it and noticed the thrust and then the home and went... :side grin: heh.

like i said, YUM!
great work! just great!

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 05:37 am (UTC)
i'm not quite sure if "YUM" was the reaction you were going for but that was what i thought through the entire thing.
"YUM" is a very good reaction!

Clearly I need to stretch myself a little more often. I wrote this, thinking everyone would flee from it (because I normally would!), but instead the badSexy wrongness seems to be working for a lot of readers.
I mean, it even worked for me as I was writing it.

Dark!Lincoln leading Michael astray seems to hit a kink I didn't know I had. :0
the reluctant lobotomist: hit me upfourfreedoms on July 20th, 2006 01:27 am (UTC)
Well, this certainly makes more sense with what we know of Licoln's drug habit, and all the rest of that. Beautiful, mon chere.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on July 20th, 2006 05:41 am (UTC)
Well, this certainly makes more sense with what we know of Licoln's drug habit, and all the rest of that.
That's the hard part of it. We don't know much at all about WHO he was back then, mainly just what he did. And there is the question of why that happened. Too much responsibility, and he just cracked and caved too far in? Or a rebellious bad-boy from the beginning, always making the wrong choices and creating new ones along the way.

And this... the idea of him slowly, increasingly molding Michael through Michael's own need is really dark, and yet somehow possible.

That seductive, animal package that is still Lincoln-- that much we can still see. How far back did it go? And how did he use or misuse that appeal?

Thank you for reading, dark_reaction. :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 06:10 am (UTC)
Lincon is assy here, but you've made him assy and forgivable - he's so screwed up and he does love Michael... he just maybe doesn't like to admit it.
It's a form of doomed, fatal attraction from the beginning.

And you could even say, this is why children should not raise children. Their judgment-- even when it produces short-term results they may like-- can be horribly, fatally flawed.

By the end, Michael has Lincoln every bit as hooked on him as the reverse was true in the beginning. Unavoidable poetic justice at last.

Thank you, wenchpixie!
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on July 23rd, 2006 01:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on July 21st, 2006 03:19 am (UTC)
Freaking amazing! Your asshole Lincoln is just as stunningly perfectly voiced and real as your sweet Lincoln. And you never cease to wow me with the beautiful quality of the way you put your words together.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 06:13 am (UTC)
Your asshole Lincoln is just as stunningly perfectly voiced and real as your sweet Lincoln.
Boy, is that ever good to hear. Because I really don't like him, and though he seems very realistic to me, is he still in character (a dark version of this character)?

And you never cease to wow me with the beautiful quality of the way you put your words together.
Thank you so much, Elissa! I was definitely thinking of you when I posted this. When I see warnings like the ones on this story, my tender soul runs for the closet. So I am truly honored that you braved the waters and read this one anyway, because I know your soul is like my own in this regard. Thank you. :D
hold me and watch the apocalypsequarterturn on July 21st, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
SO MUCH LOVE RIGHT NOW.

I think I tend to come off as a scary psycho when I comment on stories I truly love, but I can't help it when the writing/story is this good.

That was when he’d known. Michael would not give in to force. But he had an indelible weakness for love.

That part clinched the love. The devotion that Michael has for Lincoln is absolutely on the edge of obsession in the show, and I think this piece really fits in realistically with how that devotion might have developed had Lincoln been a different sort of person.

Absolutely fantastic. If it weren't one in the morning and I didn't have to be up in six hours, I would be checking out your other stuff, but I will definitely be doing that as soon as I get a chance. ♥
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 21st, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC)
I think I tend to come off as a scary psycho when I comment on stories I truly love, but I can't help it when the writing/story is this good.
:D I like to think of it as enthusiasm, rather than scary psycho-ness. :)

The devotion that Michael has for Lincoln is absolutely on the edge of obsession in the show, and I think this piece really fits in realistically with how that devotion might have developed had Lincoln been a different sort of person.
God yes. I've written it the other way before, where it grows in Michael on its own, but here, with Lincoln explicitly maneuvering to control Michael with it, Michael didn't stand a chance.

and I didn't have to be up in six hours, I would be checking out your other stuff, but I will definitely be doing that as soon as I get a chance. ♥
Thanks so much! Hope to hear from you about some of the other stories. I'm honored that I kept you up late with this one, even though I apologize for the penalty of tomorrow. :)