Morning. With kneel_majorzod.
Despite the fact that she was born and raised in a small town, Smallville does not remind Cordelia of Sunnydale. Which is probably due to the lack of vampires and demons trying to kill her. Still, there's something about the place that isn't quite normal, either, though she can't quite put her finger on why.
Maybe she's just being paranoid.
But probably not. Cordelia has spent the last few years of her life--well, before she died anyway--learning to trust her instincts. But she doesn't feel like she's in danger of any kind at the moment as she wakes up in Zod's arms.
She yawns sleepily, remaining still so as not to awaken him if he's still asleep.
Her flight had been delayed the day before and she hadn't gotten in as early as she'd expected, which had put her in a bad mood. At least until she'd arrived at the airport. Then when she saw him, that mood instantly fled and seemed pretty insignificant.
Maybe she's just being paranoid.
But probably not. Cordelia has spent the last few years of her life--well, before she died anyway--learning to trust her instincts. But she doesn't feel like she's in danger of any kind at the moment as she wakes up in Zod's arms.
She yawns sleepily, remaining still so as not to awaken him if he's still asleep.
Her flight had been delayed the day before and she hadn't gotten in as early as she'd expected, which had put her in a bad mood. At least until she'd arrived at the airport. Then when she saw him, that mood instantly fled and seemed pretty insignificant.