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13 May 2010 @ 11:36 pm
Prison Break - Kiss Me Good Night  
Title: Kiss Me Good Night (French version)
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, Sara, Veronica, Sucre, Christina Rose
Pairings: Michael/Sara, a dash of one-sided Michael/Veronica
Categories: Gen, het
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 2445
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Settling in bed for the night is a meticulous task... (Non-epilogue-compliant)
Author’s Note: This is the translation of an old fic – hence Christina Rose’s characterization. Many thanks to mystressxoxo for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.


At first, he was a bit disappointed when he discovered that Sara preferred duvets over sheets and comforters.

* *

These are his favorite sheets, and he intends to keep them forever; they’re printed with fantastic little blue, green, yellow and red animals. When she makes his bed with them, Mom takes care to also use his favorite comforter, blue and so soft. It always takes him a bit longer to fall asleep on these nights because he can’t help wondering what the hippopotamuses, elephants and giraffes may tell each other. He (almost) forgets how unfair it is that Mom sends him to bed so early, when it’s not dark yet outside, whereas Linc can watch television with their mother.

Settling in bed for the night is a meticulous task. He has to lift up the sheets delicately on the left side – the one where Mom will lean over him – slip under them without messing up the right side, pull them up to his chin and fold them back carefully. He doesn’t like it when the sheets have creases, and he likes it even less when the comforter isn’t steadily tucked between the mattress and the box spring. Linc, who sleeps in the twin bed next to his, sometimes laughs and calls him maniacal. (Michael had to look up the word in a dictionary, surprised that Linc knew a word he didn’t, and he didn’t enjoy the definition. As if wrapping yourself into sheets featuring Spider-Man was proof of one’s mental health.) Whatever. It’s a lot better when the sheets are neat and properly tucked. He feels safe and there is no chance a monster hidden under his bed or in his closet can wriggle its way in bed with him.

He’s never told Linc about the monsters hidden under the bed and in the closet. He will probably have to, at some point, but given how his brother mocks him because of the whole sheets and comforter deal, he thinks it will have to wait a bit longer.

Anyway, for now... Mom straightens the sheets and the comforter and methodically tucked them, lifting the edge of the mattress the slightest bit.

He settles right in the middle of his small bed, the sheets tight around him just the way he likes them, and he closes his eyes when Mom leans in to kiss him. He breathes in her familiar scent, soft and sweet, a delicate smell of orange blossom that seems to follow her everywhere; he smiles when her hair brushes his cheek. She kisses his brow and whispers tenderly, “Good night, Mikey.”

Mom keeps the monsters at bay with an iron grip.

* *

He sleeps in pink sheets. He’s not touchy; he doesn’t really linger on this kind of thing, but he’s a twelve-year-old boy who sleeps in pink sheets with slightly darker ribbons printed on the fabric.

What is comforting is that Linc has light green sheets with tiny flowers. Mrs. Patterson, the lady of their foster family, kind of apologized about that, explaining that, until now, she had only housed girls. Mike can only assume she hit the jackpot with Linc and him.

Not that the color of the sheets is that important, by the way. Mrs. Patterson is good to them, kind even. She makes sure they eat correctly, sleep, shower, and do their homework. Along with her husband, she even took them for a few days of vacation. Mike thinks it won’t last – he’s learned that good things never last – but he enjoys it while he can. It’s a lot better than his previous foster family, when Linc was in juvie; in no way comparable. He’s not going to tell Linc about his previous foster family, actually; he wouldn’t want Linc to go back to juvie.

No, the color of the sheets is not that important, but it made Linc laugh. Not for long. Partly because he noticed the color of his own sheets, with their tiny embedded flowers, but mostly because Mike asked him, “And in jail, what color were the sheets?” Linc threw him a discontent yet guilty glance. Michael might be a twelve-year-old boy, but he knows how to shut his big brother up when he really wants to do it.

Pink sheets or not, nice foster family or not, he can’t sleep. He’s curled up in a ball, his fingers frenetically redrawing the small printed ribbons on his sheet. He keeps his eyes trained on the closet door – the white paint glows a bit in the half-darkness; his breathing is harsh and noisy, even to his own ears. After a while, he can hear Lincoln move, sit in his bed on the other side of the bedroom, and turn on the bedside light with a small annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing in the damn closet, Mike,” he says, his voice softer than his words. In two seconds, Lincoln is up, the sheets a mess at the foot of his bed, and he grabs Michael’s arm to drag him towards the closet. Michael tries to resist, but Linc is so much taller and stronger; it’s useless to fight. He finds himself facing the door and its handle.

“There’s nothing in the closet, Mike,” Lincoln says again. “Only fear. It’s not real; it’s not made of anything. It’s just air. Less than air.” Linc puts his hand on Michael’s and lifts it towards the handle. “You just have to open the door, and the monster will disappear.”

The monster didn’t disappear so easily the last time, but he thinks maybe it’s worth trying. And Linc is here, right behind him, his hand on his own, anyway.

There is nothing in the closet, nothing but their clothes and the books he’s borrowed from the library. A sigh of relief escapes him, and he leans into Linc.

When he’s lying in his pink sheets again, his brother looks at him with a small smirk, but Michael doesn’t even need to ask anything: Lincoln steps in to tuck him in. He tries to copy the sure and efficient way of their Mom to the best of his abilities and lifts the mattress a bit too vigorously. For a split second, Michael is tempted to ask Lincoln to kiss his forehead the way Mom did, but he thinks it would be pushing it too far.

For now, he knows how to keep the monsters away. And if it becomes too hard, Lincoln will be there to lend him a hand.

* *

The sheets are white with a thin blue border, and sitting on them, Veronica is messing up their perfection. On the other hand, Veronica’s presence contributes to the perfection of the moment, so all in all, everything’s fine.

In all objectivity, he knows he’s way too old for that; that it borders on ridiculous; that a less tolerant big brother than Lincoln would have put a stop to it a while ago. Heck, if their situations were reversed, he would have put a stop to it a while ago, although it’s not totally comparable: he is who he is, Linc is Linc, and letting a hypothetical girlfriend sit on Linc’s bed would be... Well, Michael’s not entirely stupid.

A golden darkness, barely brightened by the light from the living room, settles over the bedroom when Vee turns off the bedside lamp. Her gesture leaves in its wake a warm and sweet scented fragrance; it reminds Michael of his Mom’s orange blossom perfume, all the while being subtly different – spicier. He closes his eyes.

Vee leans forward, and her hair tickles his cheek and neck. He knows that he’s blushing, and he silently thanks the penumbra in the room. And he’s blushing a bit more when she kisses his brow, her lips soft and full on his skin, her affectionate “good night, Michael,” making him shiver.

He really is too old for that.

“Hey! Lights on in there!” Lincoln shouts from the living room. He’s joking, but not so much because he’s tolerant, but they shouldn’t push it too far nonetheless.

Veronica rolls her eyes in derision. She pushes her hair behind her ears and gets to her feet; Michael sighs, relief and disappointment mingling. She smiles at him, kindly, innocently, and tucks him in his bed with the same methodical efficiency as his Mom so long ago. It’s just that... He takes care to scoot a little bit so Vee doesn’t touch him.

For everybody’s sake, some monsters better stay tightly bound and locked up in their closet.

* *

The sheets are coarse and stiff.

More accurately, when they still were reasonably clean, the sheets were coarse and stiff. After a few days, they’ve become limp and unpleasantly sticky. Whatever he does, no matter how often he tries to smooth them, they remain full of creases, worse than the Spider-Man sheets Lincoln used to tangle up in. It’s not very important. Michael doesn’t plan to stay here long enough to discover how badly limp and sticky they can become.

The guard shouts, “Lights off!” Following a well established ritual, Sucre extends his hand to get the book Michael’s reading and put it on their small table. The metallic bed frame above Michael bends and squeaks when Sucre hoists himself up. It bends and squeaks some more when Sucre shifts on the thin mattress. His bed is a mess, the sheets wrapped into a ball because, this time again, Michael used Sucre’s sheets to hang on the cell bars earlier tonight.

“Good night,” Sucre grumbled nevertheless – no hard feelings.

A couple of squeaks and then the silence settles – almost: hundreds of noises buzz from the various cells. Michael turns his head and looks at the piece of sheet near him, its edge brushing the dirty grey floor. He guesses he can’t ask Sucre to tuck him in... But that, too, isn’t very important. He doubts it would prevent the monsters living here from crawling under his skin, anyway.

“Good night,” he whispers back.

For now, he’ll have to do with the monsters.

* *

It’s a duvet.

A duvet with a cover made of Egyptian cotton; its threads so fine and soft they feel like silk, but it’s a duvet and, right now, it’s moist with perspiration and sticks to his back. He has just woken up from a nightmare, sweaty and his heart beating wildly, and it’s a duvet: he can’t tuck it under the mattress to make sure no monster will sneak in. By the way, about monsters...

Not totally aware of what he’s doing, he turns on the bedside lamp and bends down; one hand on the mattress and the other one on the floor to steady himself, he looks under the bed.

There is nothing here. Just his book on architectural methods in early Middle Age that disappeared a couple of nights ago and seems to have slid under the bed towards Sara’s side. He’ll think about the implication of this discovery later because Sara is shifting behind him, asking in a sleepy voice, “Michael? You all right?”

He sits up, turns over and tries to convince himself that his cheekbones are red because he was bending down, not because of the embarrassment of being a thirty-something man looking under his bed for monsters. Sara is leaning on her elbow, her hair tousled and her eyes worried under her half-closed eyelids. Her side of the duvet is awfully wrapped around her, a round, smooth shoulder poking from the folds of blue cotton.

“Sorry I woke you up,” he says. She shakes her head – doesn’t matter – and lays her hand on his arm, stroking and petting it in a soothing way. “Why is my book under the bed?” he adds.

Even in his current state of mind, he doesn’t miss the way she blinks and quickly licks her lips. But, instead of answering him, she asks, “What were you looking under here for?” Now his cheekbones aren’t just red anymore but downright scarlet, so hot he feels like his skin is pulsing.

She looks at him and understands, and bites her lips to not laugh. After a few seconds, she can’t help it, and smiles, tenderly and mockingly at the same time. “Oh, Michael,” she breathes out with amusement.

“It just was a nightmare.”

She wriggles, messing up the bedclothes even more, if that’s possible; she gets closer and scoots to his side of the bed. She’s right against him, her hands wrapped around his neck, her mouth on his, her tongue...

“You can’t do that,” he protests without thinking. She arches one of her eyebrows in an impressive way. “I mean, just to make me feel better...” he explains.

He didn’t think that eyebrow could go higher, but obviously, he underestimated them, her eyebrow and her. It makes her look a bit...

... diabolical. His own cute monster.

It’s not entirely unpleasant.

“Don’t worry, I’m not just trying to make you feel better.”

She dives under the duvet, and he can feel her hands and mouth going down and down, and then a bit lower, until he murmurs, “Hm, Sara?”

“I’m exploring,” she says, her voice muffled by the thick duvet.

“In the dark?”

“That’s part of the appeal, don’t you think?”

He won’t pretend the contrary. Even if the duvet is totally messed up now. There is a lump where Sara has settled, some swelling in other places, and it has almost totally slid on the other side of the bed. That being said, Sara’s tactic must be effective since he has forgotten his nightmare and the monsters. He has forgotten his book’s odd trek under the bed. He has forgotten... With the tip of her tongue, Sara draws small circles on a particularly sensitive spot, and he forgets anything he was still remembering. Breathing hard, he clutches at the Egyptian cotton, rumpling and twisting it between his fingers. It’s okay; they’ll have to remake the bed anyway, they’ll have to...

Sara slowly, lazily shimmies up and settles on top of him, stomach to stomach, her mouth ghosting on his neck. He tries to breathe; she raises her head and smiles smugly.

“When you’ve been told to face the monsters to make them go away...”

“Yes?” he asks cautiously.

“Sometimes, it’s more fun to invite them in your bed.”

The eyebrow goes up again, and Sara goes down.

* *

At first, he was a bit disappointed when he discovered that Sara preferred duvets over sheets and comforters, but eventually, he learned to deal with it. He perfectly handles the situation and most of the monsters.

The other ones... he doesn’t necessarily feel like managing the other ones.

-FIN-
 
 
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dani101: eyes-Josidani101 on May 14th, 2010 07:37 am (UTC)
Lovely fic!:)))))
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on May 14th, 2010 02:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot :D
Maz (or foxxy!): Ooops!tuesdaeschild on May 14th, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
After Miss CrankyPants had finished performing it left too little time to read this!! *pokes tongue out at Miss CrankyPants*

Back soon though! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - trio2clair_de_lune on May 14th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)
Naughty Miss CrankyPants. I bet she wants her mama's full attention ;)
Anytime, Foxy.
Maz (or foxxy!): Hugging Brothers Season 3tuesdaeschild on May 15th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC)
Yep, Miss CrankyPants is always demanding her poor frustrated Mama's attention!! She's not happy unless I'm trying to figure out why she is being so cranky! *groans feelingly*

Anyway, I'd said I'd be back soon and here I am! :)

I love it! It's kind of sweet, kind of cute and kind of sad...but with a very happy ending that completely ignores (thanks to you taking your time to translate this one!) the ridiculousness of Season 4!! That version of Christina Rose was an imposter, right?!!

I can so identify with Michael and when you're a kid of course you want to keep something that you love, and find comfort in, forever.

My Dad used to tuck me in a bit like Michael's Mom did for him and I felt safe from the monsters I felt sure were lurking in the shadowy reccesses of my bedroom. It was a little trip down memory lane for me, though my trips take more time these days...my memory lane is very long!! ;)

I'm not convinced that Lincoln truly believes wrapping himself in Spider Man sheets is proof that he is mentally stable!! I loved Michael's thinking there!

until now, she had only housed girls. Mike can only assume she hit the jackpot with Linc and him.

Oh 12-year-old-Michael I love you sooooo much!! And how could Lincoln mock from between his pale green floral sheets?!!!

I could wax lyrical for probably days here!! But I'm trying to sneak this in behind Miss CrankyPants back so I'd better not linger too long!! ;)

Once last thing...

He guesses he can’t ask Sucre to tuck him in...

Now there's a whole other story!! ;)

Finally? This is an outstanding story, my friend, and it isn't even slash or M/L or anything vaguely dirtybadwrong...but it'sstill one of your best! I am so impressed that you really do have a knack for getting inside of Michael's head. I am in awe!

Clair de Lune: pb - michael2clair_de_lune on May 15th, 2010 08:45 pm (UTC)
It looks like Miss CrankyPants is doing her best to live up to her name ;)

It's kind of sweet, kind of cute and kind of sad...but with a very happy ending
I wanted it a bit bitter-sweet so I guess... I succeeded.

Hm, what season 4? What version of Christina Rose? I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

By the way, in the French version of the fic, instead of merely 'exploring in the dark' Sara was 'trying to find out where the tattoo ends'. I sligthly rewrote this to avoid any mentions of said tattoo *grumbles* Yep, still grudgeful about the tattoo FAIL. The fact that I watched 4.0 dvd commentary a few days ago doesn't help either.

My Dad used to tuck me in a bit like Michael's Mom did for him and I felt safe from the monsters I felt sure were lurking in the shadowy reccesses of my bedroom.
Aww *hugs* I don't think I usually had a big issue with the monsters, but the part where Michael hates having creases in his sheets or not be properly tucked in? *raises hand* I so totally get this. I was - still am to some extent - a bit fussy about that. Of course, I'm fussy about a lot of things, so well...

Oh 12-year-old-Michael I love you sooooo much!! And how could Lincoln mock from between his pale green floral sheets?!!!
I think 12-year-old Michael was already snarky, and Lincoln already shameless, weren't they?

--He guesses he can’t ask Sucre to tuck him in...--
Now there's a whole other story!! ;)

I absolutely did not mean to tease the naughty little slashers like you with that sentence *smiles innocently*

it isn't even slash or M/L or anything vaguely dirtybadwrong
I know!! Sara's a bit naughty at the end but still in a nice and rather clean way. Gosh, I did use to write not!dirtybadwrong stuff...

Thanks so much for the comment, Foxy, and my best to Miss CrankyPants for letting you sneak it in ;)
Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on May 17th, 2010 11:29 am (UTC)
It looks like Miss CrankyPants is doing her best to live up to her name ;)

Unfortunately, she is! Maybe she's heard I'm getting a laptop for my retirement gift?!! Bugger!! ;)

You definitely succeeded in the bitter-sweetness department!

Hm, what season 4? What version of Christina Rose? I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Did I mention Season 4? Or the sainted Christina Rose who loved her boys who, by the way, were definitely brothers!? I don't recall...must be my age, dear.

I do like the idea of Sara trying to find where the tattoo ended instead of 'exploring in the dark' but that wasn't your fault. I blame Wentworth Miller and the writers. I can understand the discomfort of having that tattoo applied and all, but the writers didn't even have him bare his torso after he was supposed to have had it removed. And how uncomfortable would it be to have it applied to the lower arms? *tuts loudly*

but the part where Michael hates having creases in his sheets or not be properly tucked in? *raises hand* I so totally get this.

It fit in so very well with the kind of character we know Michael to be. And using things that are a part of your personality is a very good thing because you can write it so convincingly from your perspective. It totally worked, sweetheart!

I think 12-year-old Michael was already snarky, and Lincoln already shameless, weren't they?

You got that right!

I absolutely did not mean to tease the naughty little slashers like you with that sentence *smiles innocently*

Do I believe your innocent smile? Hmmmm...I do imagine a crackfic where Michael wants Sucre to tuck him in his narrow bunk and kiss him goodnight though...

Sara's a bit naughty at the end but still in a nice and rather clean way.

Yes, that was definitely 'clean' smut! I know just what you mean by that too. :) Whether you write dirtybadwrong stuff or not!dirtybadwrong stuff you keep me entertained and happy, dear! :)

The comment was my pleasure and let's hope, now that I've given your best to Miss CrankyPants, she'll turn the other way while I sneak this one under the radar too!! ;)

*hugs*
Clair de Lune: pb - michael5clair_de_lune on May 17th, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
Maybe she's heard I'm getting a laptop for my retirement gift?!! Bugger!! ;)

But have you tried explaining to her that after all her years of hard work, she's entitled to retire too? ;)

I can understand the discomfort of having that tattoo applied and all, but the writers didn't even have him bare his torso after he was supposed to have had it removed. And how uncomfortable would it be to have it applied to the lower arms? *tuts loudly*

*rolls eyes very very hard* I know! Michael spent S3 in long sleeves and nobody died because of that. If they implemented the stupid removal just to have Mr. Miller roll his sleeves mid-forearms... I may start to consider the fact that the tattoo removal never happened at all.

It's lazy writing. They write in a established universe: if there are obstacles, they should write around them, or even better use them, not write them off. In any case, they didn't even have to bring up the tattoo: it's not like Michael has planned S4 events and put solutions in the tattoo. So if it's so much a bother, just leave it alone under a long-sleeved shirt. They just removed it to remove it. This is why sometimes, I think it feels like resentment from the actor towards that piece of make-up.
Oooooh, and I'm ranting again. Sorry :-p

Do I believe your innocent smile? Hmmmm...

I am entitled to sneak subtext in my own fics every now and then, am I not? ;-)

Edited at 2010-05-17 07:02 pm (UTC)
Maz (or foxxy!): Tattooed and Prettytuesdaeschild on May 20th, 2010 11:26 am (UTC)
But have you tried explaining to her that after all her years of hard work, she's entitled to retire too? ;)

I hadn't thought of that! You're very sneaky clever, dear!!

If they implemented the stupid removal just to have Mr. Miller roll his sleeves mid-forearms... I may start to consider the fact that the tattoo removal never happened at all.

What a waste of a good tattoo that was, huh? And air time! Frankly, the whole thing sucked so yes, I think we should just exorcise the whole stupid tatt-removal rubbish from our memory banks! Erm...what tatt-removal? ;-)

It's lazy writing. They write in a established universe: if there are obstacles, they should write around them, or even better use them, not write them off.

I totally agree! Actually using the obstacles would have been a lot more inspiring than slipping in an entirely ridiculous and useless sub-plot because it did nothing to further the main plot. Mostly because, as you so rightly put it, there were no solutions in the tattoo for Season 4.

This is why sometimes, I think it feels like resentment from the actor towards that piece of make-up.

Agreed. Oh Went!! :-(

Ranting's good!! Rant when you like, dear! :)

I am entitled to sneak subtext in my own fics every now and then, am I not? ;-)

Of course you are, darling!! Sneak subtext in whenever you feel the urge and I can have a bit of extra fun looking for the sneaky subtext! ;-)
E. Chance Woods: michael bars sucre sit on bede_chance_woods on May 15th, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for taking the time to craft such enjoyable stories that flow so seamlessly from canon. I love feeling like I'm getting a deeper, more intimate look into these characters I love (regardless of pairing, as long as the pairing feels ~true~).

I also like having the opportunity to picture Michael relaxed and happy, so thank you for that too :D
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on May 15th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)
Um... It's not so much that I 'took the time' than the fact that at some point, I couldn't prevent them from gushing at an alarming pace :-p It's harder now, sadly, but this one is the translation of something I wrote a couple of years ago in my mother tongue. Back then, I could still fully enjoy canon and dwell on it - a lot.

I also like having the opportunity to picture Michael relaxed and happy
That's the beauty of fanfic, isn't it: you can use or ignore canon as much as you like ;) As far as I'm concerned, S4 felt so off that I have no qualms ignoring anything I didn't like in it.

My pleasure :) Thank you for reading and commenting.
E. Chance Woods: sucre holds the fencee_chance_woods on May 16th, 2010 01:47 am (UTC)
I'm always late to the party when it comes to TV series! I like to wait until they're a few years (or more) into it, then watch a bunch of seasons all at once on DVD (like the obsessive maniac that I am.) The downside is, I'm not around when the fandoms are really active. I was so glad to see new submissions to this community, but it looks like yours are not so new! Regardless, I love them and am grateful for them.

As for season four, I view it as AU fanfiction. As long as Sucre's running around being charming and calling people "Papi" you can consider me signed up. Doesn't he also whore himself out in Vegas in S4 :D :D :D? I reject anything and everything having to do with Michael's health and well-being, but I'll enjoy the rest of the crackfest.

That comment might have been longer than your ficlet @__@
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on May 16th, 2010 10:04 am (UTC)
Oh, no. This is one is a translation (I was feeling nostalgic and picked something from my old stash), but most of my submissions *are* brand new ones. One I posted recently - and you commented on, I think - is a translation too but of a new fic. I still write, less than I used to and sometimes it takes me ages to finish the story, but... still writing new stuff, mostly Michael/Lincoln in one way or another.

As for season four, I view it as AU fanfiction.
I tend to have this feeling too - and I wouldn't say it was good AU fanfiction.

Doesn't he also whore himself out in Vegas in S4 :D :D :D?
He did. Where Sara and her bikini failed, he succeeded ;-)
The depressed optimist: PB - No Good Without YOUlizparker6 on May 15th, 2010 08:02 am (UTC)
Oh Clair, what a wonderful fic.:) I love these kind of fics - a slice through a life of a person, always refering to one thing in different timelines, and you so perfectly mastered that!

Also, comparing Sara to michael's own personal cute moster was a very nice touch.:)

Had a very good laugh when reading about the part where linc and michael had to sleep under pink and flowery sheets, lol.:)

Wonderful work!Thank you for sharing this with us.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on May 15th, 2010 08:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much :) I love those too, both writing and reading them. I think that, somehow, it appeals to the (small) logical and neat part of my brain because I used that 'trick' in a few ficlets.

Had a very good laugh when reading about the part where linc and michael had to sleep under pink and flowery sheets, lol.:)
I must say I have a soft spot for that image ;)

I'm happy you liked it. Thanks for the feedback, Liz :)
Genevieve: the little things by sezmsgenevieve on May 15th, 2010 11:50 am (UTC)
*loves this fic and your brain like woah*
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on May 15th, 2010 08:30 pm (UTC)
lol, thank you. It was my old brain and I miss it - miss writing this kind of fic. Glad you enjoyed it :D
sk56sk56 on May 16th, 2010 11:10 pm (UTC)
Very, very nice use of the repeating theme (beds and bedtime activities), excellent development of character (and retention of certain parts of the voice) -- thank you!!
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on May 17th, 2010 07:05 pm (UTC)
I'm quite fond of this kind of structure. So glad you enjoyed it :) Thank you for your comment!
Jackie: Mike/Linc: Michael's Choiceyougottaletmego on May 17th, 2010 05:18 am (UTC)
This was SO good. I adore your writing.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on May 17th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much :D
cocksmoker1cocksmoker1 on May 24th, 2010 10:49 am (UTC)
WOW!
I simply adore ALL of you're english PB fics.
I'm almost certain I read all of them in a night.. haha.
Clair de Lune: pbclair_de_lune on May 24th, 2010 02:31 pm (UTC)
Re: WOW!
Hi there! I'm glad you enjoy them - *all* of them? Must have been a long night ;)
Thank you for reading and for your comment :)
cocksmoker1cocksmoker1 on May 25th, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)
Re: WOW!
I readd, From Across A Crowded Room, In A Spin, Four Kisses (I forget the actual title, lol.) In Those Hands, and a few others. I love Lincoln/Michael slash. /drools.

You actually inspired me to write pb fics, I'm from the spn community, lol.

You're more than welcome, credit is given where due. :)
cocksmoker1cocksmoker1 on May 27th, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
Re: WOW!
I wrote the beginnings of my Prison Break, you're writing is quite inspiring ^^,
Simple.Things.foophile on May 25th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
Such a beautiful story! Wonderful imagery.
Clair de Lune: pb - brothers kidsclair_de_lune on May 29th, 2010 11:31 am (UTC)
Thanks the for the read and the comment. I'm delighted you enjoyed it :D