[EM]: 10 - Triumph
Aug. 24th, 2006 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
human_blueprint “Michael...if this doesn’t work out, I just want you to know...”
He saw his greatest triumph, looking into his big brother’s eyes in the dead of night, the sound of dogs and men seeming to ring in his ears though he knew, intellectually, that they were a ways off yet. Looking into Lincoln’s eyes, he saw all parts of him, the way he saw all parts of everything, couldn’t help but mentally strip the world bare to his sight.
He saw the older brother, the father, the idealist...the man. Not a prisoner, not an inmate...not Linc the Sink.
He’d set Lincoln free...just like he promised.
Lincoln had always been level-headed and responsible, but of the two of them it was Michael who had been the pragmatist. Lincoln was an idealist...not a dreamer, but a man who believed in things like hope and faith to such a degree that he made them practical reality through sheer force of will. He kept them a family after Mom had died, he’d cared for Michael practically on his own since he was fourteen.
Even the money...the goddamned ninety grand...Linc borrowed it and gave it to Michael on a wing and a prayer, giving everything to someone he loved without thinking of what he might be doing to himself.
Lincoln was a hero...and heroes were never practical. They charged into danger to save the day with no thought of falling from grace so long as they did what they had to do.
Then suddenly the world turned inside out and all Michael had was the ideals he’d learned from Lincoln. He watched his brother wither in lockup, hope slipping away as he fed Michael the reasonable, rational answers: give up. Move on. Stop fighting.
He couldn’t quit. He couldn’t stop. He had to save the day.
Every flaw in Michael’s plan had come from the pitfall of all heroes...faith in people. But just like Lincoln borrowed that money even though he knew it would be hard, if not impossible to pay back, Michael’s logic was equally reasonable and equally flawed. He believed he could put faith in people...not to be trusted, but to be predictable.
But people weren’t chess pieces...and so his gameboard kept getting knocked over.
Now it was over...one story over, a new story beginning. They were out...and now they would stay that way.
And Lincoln believed that they could. He believed that Michael could save him.
And no victory could ever be sweeter than winning back his brother...the hero.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 433
He saw his greatest triumph, looking into his big brother’s eyes in the dead of night, the sound of dogs and men seeming to ring in his ears though he knew, intellectually, that they were a ways off yet. Looking into Lincoln’s eyes, he saw all parts of him, the way he saw all parts of everything, couldn’t help but mentally strip the world bare to his sight.
He saw the older brother, the father, the idealist...the man. Not a prisoner, not an inmate...not Linc the Sink.
He’d set Lincoln free...just like he promised.
Lincoln had always been level-headed and responsible, but of the two of them it was Michael who had been the pragmatist. Lincoln was an idealist...not a dreamer, but a man who believed in things like hope and faith to such a degree that he made them practical reality through sheer force of will. He kept them a family after Mom had died, he’d cared for Michael practically on his own since he was fourteen.
Even the money...the goddamned ninety grand...Linc borrowed it and gave it to Michael on a wing and a prayer, giving everything to someone he loved without thinking of what he might be doing to himself.
Lincoln was a hero...and heroes were never practical. They charged into danger to save the day with no thought of falling from grace so long as they did what they had to do.
Then suddenly the world turned inside out and all Michael had was the ideals he’d learned from Lincoln. He watched his brother wither in lockup, hope slipping away as he fed Michael the reasonable, rational answers: give up. Move on. Stop fighting.
He couldn’t quit. He couldn’t stop. He had to save the day.
Every flaw in Michael’s plan had come from the pitfall of all heroes...faith in people. But just like Lincoln borrowed that money even though he knew it would be hard, if not impossible to pay back, Michael’s logic was equally reasonable and equally flawed. He believed he could put faith in people...not to be trusted, but to be predictable.
But people weren’t chess pieces...and so his gameboard kept getting knocked over.
Now it was over...one story over, a new story beginning. They were out...and now they would stay that way.
And Lincoln believed that they could. He believed that Michael could save him.
And no victory could ever be sweeter than winning back his brother...the hero.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 433
