Primeval Fanfic: Real Men Don't Cry
Title: Real Men Don't Cry
Author: TalliW
Character: Lester
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
No one there had seen him crying. He had always been sure to control himself like his father had taught him.
Men didn't show emotion, real men didn't cry, he had heard those sentiments all through his childhood.
So he had tried to be strong and suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes when he had been hurt, physically and emotionally.
They had whispered behind his back as he had stood at his father's grave, calm and composed.
His mother had called him an uncaring bastard and had asked him accusingly whether he had felt anything for his dad. He had just looked calmly at her, but inside his heart had been breaking.
He'd gazed down at the bundle in his wife's arms, her disappointment palpable at his lack of emotion.
His heart was almost bursting with joy over his son and he felt like laughing and crying all at once.
But a real man had to be strong and controlled. So he'd just touched her cheek and tried to express with words what he couldn't show her. He knew he'd failed when she'd turned away from him, exasperated.
He realised his offered words of, " Well done! I'm proud of you," were quite inadequate for his daughter when other fathers heaped praise on their children and showered them with outward signs of affection even though they hadn't got an award for studying hard.
He had just shrugged at the insults his soon-to-be ex-wife had hurled at him. Years of marriage going down the drain but he'd accepted it like a real man, even while his children looked at him with disdain.
When James Lester came home to his cold lonely flat, he sank down onto his expensive hardwood floor, his body shaken by convulsive sobbing, tears running down his cheeks in rivulets.
Today they had buried the only person who had managed to break through the wall he had erected around his heart.
The wonderful man who had taught him that it wasn't shameful to show feelings and that real men cried too, in private.
Author: TalliW
Character: Lester
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
No one there had seen him crying. He had always been sure to control himself like his father had taught him.
Men didn't show emotion, real men didn't cry, he had heard those sentiments all through his childhood.
So he had tried to be strong and suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes when he had been hurt, physically and emotionally.
They had whispered behind his back as he had stood at his father's grave, calm and composed.
His mother had called him an uncaring bastard and had asked him accusingly whether he had felt anything for his dad. He had just looked calmly at her, but inside his heart had been breaking.
He'd gazed down at the bundle in his wife's arms, her disappointment palpable at his lack of emotion.
His heart was almost bursting with joy over his son and he felt like laughing and crying all at once.
But a real man had to be strong and controlled. So he'd just touched her cheek and tried to express with words what he couldn't show her. He knew he'd failed when she'd turned away from him, exasperated.
He realised his offered words of, " Well done! I'm proud of you," were quite inadequate for his daughter when other fathers heaped praise on their children and showered them with outward signs of affection even though they hadn't got an award for studying hard.
He had just shrugged at the insults his soon-to-be ex-wife had hurled at him. Years of marriage going down the drain but he'd accepted it like a real man, even while his children looked at him with disdain.
When James Lester came home to his cold lonely flat, he sank down onto his expensive hardwood floor, his body shaken by convulsive sobbing, tears running down his cheeks in rivulets.
Today they had buried the only person who had managed to break through the wall he had erected around his heart.
The wonderful man who had taught him that it wasn't shameful to show feelings and that real men cried too, in private.