(FIC) True Colors (PG-13) (Superman/Batman)
So. I was going to post only after I had caught up with commenting around but.. given.. the backlog.. and my fine lurker instincts... it looks like that will be a long wait! so... fic! fluuuffy fic! om nom nom!
Beta by the awesome mithen and damos team! of doooom ( Read more... )
Beta by the awesome mithen and damos team! of doooom ( Read more... )
so many alien operatives, they made Clark feel more rooted to Earth, a confirmation that he really belonged there. It was a comforting feeling.
Aww. *pets Clark*
Clark saw his own image punch the wrong number, and then the image ran backwards, and then again, the wrong number, and then again backwards... "Okay, I get it. I guess I'm more tired than I thought I was..."
*pets Clark again* Eeee, they're so adorable when they're sleepy!
He kept looking at the other man, the way his hair fell over his eyes, dark bangs hiding his eyes entirely from Clark. He felt the itch to push it back, but Bruce ran a hand through his hair just as he thought of it, without much effect. His hair fell back over his eyes.
Mmmm, Bruce's hair... Pretty! :p
"Hrm. Yes. Terrific will take over tomorrow."
Eeee, Michael! *glomps him* Also, I really love all the growly/Hmmm noises Bruce makes! Hee. *hearts him*
Bruce raised an eyebrow at him, the wolfish eyes regarding him warily. "Now, how would you know that? If I'm alone, then you don't know if I do it or not. And if you're listening, then I'm either laughing with you, or at you, or you're spying."
Hee! Bruce... :D
"My least favorite part is the shivering," he said. "I'm just not used to being cold."
*huggles Clark*
"My least favorite part," Bruce said, ignoring his protest, "is when the shivering gets vicious, and it hurts."
*huggles Bruce*
"I have also been known to miss doorways and run into walls."
Is it odd that I find that adorable for some reason? Hee.
"You know, it's hard for me to figure out what is real and what isn't, so what if the auditory hallucination is actually my hearing flaring up? I end up checking the sounds out, and then I can't find the source.
Aww, poor Clark! That must be... argh.
Mz'haai, the color of love that is worked for, love that is groomed, love that won't fade. Love that sings in jubilation in the hands of the crafter. Love like a work of art.
*flails* Eeee, so pretty! And Bruce! And Clark!! Eeee!
Love forged in the fire of passion, tempered with time, made bright by devotion. Flawed and unique, the crystals reflecting light in each fissure, all the colors caught in light charged with emotion.
So so pretty! *hearts your writing*
Color and song entwined, each note a moan, a sigh, a brush of a hand over clothes, a pause for breathing. It was flawed and clumsy and it was better every time, each kiss a promise made and kept.
*flails again* So awesome and beautiful and... *flails*
He saw his own aura, twirls of colors curling around Bruce's energy, gold for joy and emerald for delight and mz'haai for love, flawed and unique, love like a work of art.
*melts*
Awwww, this was so so beautiful, Mina! Eeeeeeee!!! Sleepy!Bruce and Sleepy!Clark and all the descriptions... *hearts this fic* Just so so incredible. :) *glomps you* Thank you so much for sharing it with us! :D
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I love sleepy Bruce! he's so adorable, and he and Clark are sort of.. cranky and sweet and silly X) they need some sleep! after the smooching, of course :P I'm very glad you liked this! I was feeling very schmoopy X) Thank you for reading, Star!! :D
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