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               ♖ —     Freezing for a moment, hand mid air while he was attempting to stop picking at loose threads Michael allowed the words his brother spoke to sink in. First, probably the most important thing that Michael wanted to point out was that   N O   he most certainly didn’t want to ignore what happened. Didn’t want to move on like it was nothing but, a moment of weakness. But, saying that meant that he’d leave himself far too vulnerable and to do that even if it was his brother, the one person he trusted more than anyone in the world would make things next to impossible for Michael. How could he look at him each and every day after spilling his guts? The truth was that he couldn’t. 

                Then he could feel Lincoln’s eyes on him. Watching like a hawk and that was just as unnerving as anything else. Michael chanced a look out of the corner of his eyes and yeah it was just as he thought. His older brother looking at him, picking him apart just like he always could. Like no one else could.     ❝ Okay— ❞     The word was dragged out longer than he needed to drag it out but, Scofield was buying time. So, they couldn’t avoid the topic. But, what was he supposed to say to that?     ❝ What kind of questions are you talking about Linc? It’s not like this entire arrangement is something that we can have a real open discussion about. It’s not like people would really understand Linc. ❞     It’s not like Michael really understood everything. Although he didn’t want to change a thing, didn’t want to go back and take his actions back. Looking out the windshield he sighed.      ❝ You’re the only constant I’ve ever had and I don’t want that to change. I don’t want to lose that. ❞

                  When Michael didn’t immediately jump on board                on discussing this -- whatever it was they were                turning into -- Linc’s stomach dropped. When he                did nothing but sigh and elongate the word far                longer than he needed to, that’s when he started                to worry. There are things between them, things                left unspoken for far too many years, and for a                 few solid moments full of anxiety and the harsh                beat of his heart against his ribs where Lincoln                feared that Michael would say that things were no                different now. That he regretted this: the kiss, the                escape, the planning.      Lincoln wanted to pull over, stop the car and make Michael’s eyes return to him and see the weight of his words, but he knew they couldn’t afford that much time - Michael had prepared too much for Lincoln just to throw that away. Instead, he took his hand off the steering wheel and wrapped it’s solid weight around the back of Michael’s neck. Belatedly, he realized it was the same way he’d gripped his neck earlier, but he didn’t let go. It was his way of providing comfort to his brother, had been since they were kids. “You will never lose me, Michael.” he puts as much feeling into his words that he can, without speaking directly to him, looking into his kaleidoscope eyes that seemed to change color with his moods. The road demanded he pay attention to it, if they were to make it to the next place in Michael’s plans.      “Look, I know you’re busy making sure we’re moving according to your timeline right now,” the heat, even with the windows rolled down and the speed of the car creating a wind to cool them, seemed to ramp up a few extra degrees and Linc removed his hand to wave to the backseat, “But I don’t see anyone else around, so I don’t know what kind of ‘people’ you’re thinking won’t understand us talkin’ ‘bout it in private, like the two consulting adults we are.”                   Maybe Michael thought that Lincoln had pressured                him into the whole thing. Maybe he did regret it. Maybe                ... Maybe he only kissed him back out of reflex. He                hadn’t considered that prior to opening his fat mouth                and blabbing. 

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               ♖ —     The uncomfortable silence was starting to drive Michael insane. Being stuck in his own head was hard enough but, now this new turn of events. Something new to mull over just made things so much worse. For someone that spent as much time as he did in his own head Scofield knew what a scary place it was. With the fact that the radio was silent or droning and carrying on about something Michael didn’t want to listen to that only made matters worse. Part of him wondered was he going to have to break the silence first? Bring up the giant elephant in the car? 

                After almost picking a hole through the knee of the khaki’s he was wearing Lincoln finally took a deep breath. He was relieved that his brother was going to say   S O M E T H I N G.   Michael didn’t have to bring it up after all. Glancing over, eyes boring into Linc he waited for a moment.           ‘ Listen Michael…’     He’d heard those words before. A couple of times actually. But, they’d always been the beginning of some kind of nice little let down that he really hadn’t needed at the time. Now, he wasn’t sure what he needed. This was his brother– the person that he had always looked up to and if what had     ‘ happened ‘     back there was going to cause some kind of weird tension between the two of them then Michael could walk away from that… JUST not his brother. He was the one person that Scofield could never walk away from. 

                  ❝ Linc… ❞     Yet again he felt as though he was begging for something. Forgiveness for being himself, not being better than he was– Michael never knew exactly what he was asking for when he was talking to his brother. He was the one person Michael didn’t have to   T H I N K   when he talked too.     ❝ Look if you want to just chalk that up to relief, whatever it’s fine. People do crazy things all the time when they’re happy to be alive, free… ❞     And even if there was more underneath all of that to Scofield he could let all of it go if that was what his brother wanted. 

               More and more lately, Lincoln was having trouble             trying to figure out his brother. Things had changed             Michael over the years and it was hard to keep up              with the changing patterns.                Michael had probably been sitting there, not even             close to worrying about the things that were stirring             up a storm in Lincoln’s head. He was probably fixating             on their next move. Linc always viewed Michael’s plans             as less of a Maze with Obstacles to overcome, and             more like a connect-the-dots. Which probably made             him a good counter-point to Michael; where one could             see the details and get them into place, the other was             busy looking at the big picture and making sure they             didn’t get waylaid by the small things.                Like this: it was Big Picture, not a minute detail. Not             to Lincoln.      “Is that what you want to do?” he chanced a glance at Michael to see that he was already sitting, hands on his knees, one hand’s fingers plucking at the threads in one leg of his pants.               A nervous habit that was left-over from Michael’s awkward            teenage years. A habit that, to Lincoln, was as obvious            about how Michael was feeling than nail biting was to            any pre-psych major.       Chancing another glance, he raised an eyebrow at the interested gaze of his brother. “Look, if I chalk it up to ‘relief’ or ‘adrenaline’, then I’d be fuckin’ lying.” he admitted, his eyes going back to the road and squinting at the afternoon sun. “And I think you already know that. I.. there’s questions, Michael. Okay? There’s questions that -- let’s not....” Lincoln really sucked at communicating. “We kissed. There. I said it. Now we can’t avoid it.”

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               ♖ —     Surprise was the   O N L Y   word that Michael could think of in that moment. There were plenty of times when he was younger that he’d often considered grabbing onto Linc and not letting go. The times when he wasn’t sure when he’d see him again. Those times when he’d been gone and Michael simply could  NOT  get close enough but, then he knew that people would talk– foster families would keep him from his brother and that was something that he couldn’t live with. So, he instead would just hold onto him a little tighter, for a little longer. He’s let Lincoln tell him that things would be okay–     ‘to have a little faith’     Little did his older brother know but, all the   FAITH   in the world was laid in his lap. Michael thought, he   T R U L Y   believed that the sun rose and set in his brother. That changed the older he got but, it never totally disregarded the feelings that he harbored. 

                Lips–   there wasn’t enough contact yet, given the circumstances probably too much at the same time. Michael wanted more yet when he exhaled and heard that smarmy voice calling over the grumblings of Abruzzi he abruptly straightened up. The look in his eyes attempting to clearly convey that he   W A N T E D   all of this.      ❝ You don’t need to thank me Linc. I told you– this time it was my turn to take care of you. When we were kids– it was always you. ❞     The words trailed off and Michael merely nodded his head. The truth was that his thoughts were swimming and he wasn’t sure where they were headed but, he knew that when the waves came crashing in that he didn’t want everyone here to be privy to the flooding.

                         Michael doesn’t bat an eye at the spontaneous                     display of affection -- which makes Linc believe that                     either a) Michael always knew about the line he toed                     at, especially since Michael got himself sent to Fox                     River, and Lincoln was set to hear a mouthful about just                     how wrong it was, later..... which, if Linc was a betting                     man -- he’d take those odds... or it was door number two.                     This thing he’s been carrying around, the weight of sin                     and codependency and whatever else kind of name other                     people wanted to put on it, well, maybe he’s not the only                     one to struggle with it. Maybe Michael felt it, too.                        He walks with Michael back to the clearing, Abruzzi’s                     voice still mumbling and grumbling about dumbass things,                     but his eye catches the spark of amusement in the curl                     of TBag’s tongue over his lip, the hitch of his eyebrow and                     the slow, oily walk of his eyes over the two of them. They come to a stop and Linc flips his palms up in a simile of a shrug, “You got somethin’ to say, TBag? Fuckin’ say it and shut the hell up.” But the threat doesn’t last long as the man holds his arms up in mock surrender, the sweet saccharine of his accent nearly diabetic inducing with a sugar tone. “No sir, I ain’t got no words for you, Big Boy.” Ugh. Lincoln hated that nickname, but it was better than what he could call him, so he’d just have to take his blessings were he could. “Good. Then this is where we say good-bye.”                       Lincoln couldn’t say he’d miss any of ‘em... it was his brother                    who’d gone and grown attached to Sucre, but Lincoln -- well, he                    didn’t hate him, he just... disliked him less than the others. If                    Michael thought he could help, then he’d follow his lead, but one thing                    he learned long before prison: you can’t trust everybody. “Don’t call, don’t write. If I even think you’re following us, I won’t hesitate to break your necks and leave you in a ditch to rot.” He figured the I won’t go back to Prison just because of some jackoffs like you didn’t need to be spoken.

#inkedblueprints #reader beware: we are TRASH

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                                              #Prison Goals

Independent Lincoln Burrows && Michael Scofield && Fernando Sucre && Sara Tancredi && Alexander Mahone

#POINTS DRAMATICALLY AT #OH MY GOD #THIS IS SO AMAZING #there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ]

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                              Prison Break #SquadGoals:

                   Sara Tancredi - Lincoln Burrows - Fernando Sucre - Michael Scofield                             Alexander Mahone - Theodore Bagwell - Paul Kellerman

#wornink #flysafepapii #inkedblueprints #pipearmed #inbredsin #agentsworn

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                          Fernando Sucre – @flysafepapii

#there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ] #headed for the pacific [ SUCRE ]

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                               Paul Kellerman – @agentworn

#the colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous [ KELLERMAN ] #there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ]

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                                    Sara Tancredi – @wornink

#no good thing ever dies [ SARA ] #there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ]

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                            Theodore Bagwell – @inbredsin

#there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ] #anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose [ TBAG ]

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                  Alexander Mahone – @pipearmed

#there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ] #every man has his breaking point [ MAHONE ]

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                   Lincoln Burrows – @origamiobligation

#there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ] #whatever mistakes i made i've paid for them and then some [ MYSELF ]

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                     Michael Scofield - @inkedblueprints

#the best of things [ MICHAEL ] #there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ]

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Send "look at this nerd" and I'll make a random promo for someone

#I love spreading positivity! Also I love making junk #same shit different day [ MUN ] #it's like something out of a robert frost poem [ ASK MEME ]

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“This is not the opening of a tv show. This is real life.”

     “Are you trying to quote song lyrics at me again?” Michael was notorious for fucking up song lyrics. Sometimes the consequence of his mind moving too fast made for some pretty hilarious results. And sometimes, Linc really didn’t mind the results, even if he made fun of Michael for it - after all, what were brothers for?     “The song goes, ‘Is this the real life or is this fantasy’.” 

#hahaahaha um so #lowkey jazzhands @you #here I am -- creating headcanons for your muse #inkedblueprints

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               ♖ —     Food, that was surprisingly something Michael hadn’t been thinking about. Yeah he’d thought about the fact that they would need to eat but, his mind had been moving so fast. Working on ways to get from point A to B and then further down the road that he hadn’t stopped for a second to consider the fact that his own head was starting to cloud. That always meant that he was getting hungry  A N D   tired but, sleep was one thing that right now he could  N O T  afford. Once the brothers were somewhere a little safer he would take a couple minutes to close his eyes and MAYBE shut his brain off. That was one thing that was a hell of a lot easier said than done. 

               Glancing down at his arm Michael nodded his head.     ❝ Just the next town over Linc and the car trouble, clothes, money and food will all be solved. ❞     The last thing Michael wanted to do was go into detail regarding things. Always worried about ears and who would talk if something happened and they ended up captured again Michael merely readjusted the watch before looking down at the time. The answer to the car problem was underneath the band. The tattoo that was there to just a normal person meant nothing to Scofield it was a clue, a reminder of where he’d left EVERYTHING to make their escape. 

               ❝ If I said I had a tattoo for that too what would you say? ❞     Because the truth was that his tattoos were for everything not just getting out of that prison but, a map, a blueprint to life outside of the law. One where they could live under the radar.     ❝ It’s not safe to stop before we get there Linc. It’s just not. After that when we can get out of these clothes and into something more normal then we can get food and you can rest. I promise. Everything’s going to be fine. ❞     At least that’s what he planned for.

               Of course of course Michael had a plan for that             too. After all, what had he just got done saying? It             shouldn’t be a surprise to him. But before he could             respond, Michael was already speaking about taking             care of Lincoln, of making sure that they both were,             and the normal iron-tight grip Linc had on his impulse             control slipped.                 One hand’s fingers wrapped tight around the wrist             Michael kept fiddling with while the other hand came             up to wrap ‘round the back of Michael’s head and he             quickly descended on his brother’s mouth in a kiss.                 It wasn’t a kiss that was well thought out - really,             it wasn’t even a good kiss by anyone’s standards, but             what it lacked in finesse, Lincoln could be sure he             was making up for it with passion. Just a simple,             chaste kiss of mouths pressed together; it had             been Michael’s words that had snapped something             loose inside and he had to act.                Words that were his own, suddenly redirected back             at him was a   d a n g e r o u s   feeling that made             him do even more dangerous things. Unpredictable             things, desperate things.      “Thank you,” he whispered once he’d pulled away and released the hold he’d had on his younger brother. He paused, trying to figure out what to say next.... how to apologize ( should he apologize? ) .... instead, he just leaned ever so slightly forward and bumped their foreheads together, still scared to look him in the eye after doing something so rash.                  It’s the cat-calls from TBag and the grumblings from              Abruzzi that finally make him step away from Michael              and head towards the group - where CNote and Sucre              were strangely absent, but it’s better that they hadn’t              been witness to Lincoln’s emotions.

#inkedblueprints #tw michael/lincoln #reader beware: we are TRASH

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“I hate Twitter.”

     Linc immediately navigates to the app, to see just what’s upsetting Mahone. “Are you pissy because we’ve stopped trending?”

#I've honestly wondered just how different the show would be if it were initially set in 2015 -- imagine how long foxrivereight would be tren #all the fangirls omg #pipearmed

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are you joking -- all my tags are broken on the blog. another tag dump 

#every man has his breaking point [ MAHONE ] #anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose [ TBAG ] #headed for the pacific [ SUCRE ] #no good thing ever dies [ SARA ] #i'm a regular sears and roebuck [ CNOTE ] #you fat barrell of monkey spunk [ BELLICK ] #man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse [ HAYWIRE ] #the colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous [ KELLERMAN ] #whatever mistakes i made i've paid for them and then some [ MYSELF ] #i find this decidedly inconvenient [ ANONYMOUS ] #there are places in this world not made of stone [ PROMO ] #the best of things [ MICHAEL ] #a warm place with no memory [ WISHLIST ] #get busy living or get busy dying [ HEADCANON ] #same shit different day [ MUN ]