Alex here

Feb 22, 2010 22:32

Very short text again.
Prison Break, no rating.

James Whistler - to Alexander Mahone



Your eyes have always had this unsettling look. Didn't really matter, if you were high or not, struggled with something, sweated in that goddamned heat, whatever.
I'm used to masks. I wear them almost all the time, and I'm used to people falling for that. Yes, people can be suspicious and smart, but they rarely know what to look for. They watch the mask, searching for clues and mistakes.

With you it was different from the beginning. You've looked right through, right at me. That's unnerving. That's one of the reasons why I haven't wanted you around.

The other reason is that I couldn't figure out your mask and your face.
Are you really that good?

But I had to settle for that for a while.

When I came to meet you at the bar, I decided to play it straight. At least in one aspect, anyway.
I came to you as I am, wearing my own face and hoping for a similar courtesy in response. What I got was the same you.

I finally get it. You're wearing the best mask there is - your own face.

alex: short fic, alex

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