Life and fic
So I took the couch situation into my own hands and tomorrow I'm calling corporate cause Apt. Manager never even bothered to call me back today. Since it's raining again, my couch is currently shoved three feet away from the TV so if I go blind from being so close, I'm totally gonna sue.
And ever since Reckoning, this little drabble has been repeating in my head begging me to write it down! So I took five minutes to get it out. Now maybe it'll leave me alone!
Lex stood on the fringes watching the funeral unfold. His mind kept flashing to the funeral of his mother, and he was aware of a heavy weight on his chest. He could feel Clark’s grief as if it were something tangible, a fog that hung in the air threatening to choke him. The urge to run was thrumming under his skin, telling him to get away from the death and the disappointment. Go somewhere he could breathe again.
But his feet were suddenly made of stone. Or maybe the granite he was surrounded by, holding him in place. He watched from afar as people began to walk away. His mind screaming as Lionel made his way over to Martha. How could he be here, in this place? Where people were anguished over the loss of a man who despised him. How could he taint this place with his presence? Lex wanted to shove him away from Martha and Clark, protect them in their loss as no one had protected him.
But he knew he couldn’t. The hate was too strong. Lex had felt it growing, seen the way Clark and his family had begun looking at him. As an enemy, someone to attack and defeat. The same way he looked at Lionel. He wanted to wrap his arms around Clark until that look disappeared. Until Clark remembered how things used to be between them. Could look at Lex the way he had years ago. Maybe then Lex would feel clean. Maybe then Lex would be able to breathe again. And he could come in off the fringes.
And ever since Reckoning, this little drabble has been repeating in my head begging me to write it down! So I took five minutes to get it out. Now maybe it'll leave me alone!
Lex stood on the fringes watching the funeral unfold. His mind kept flashing to the funeral of his mother, and he was aware of a heavy weight on his chest. He could feel Clark’s grief as if it were something tangible, a fog that hung in the air threatening to choke him. The urge to run was thrumming under his skin, telling him to get away from the death and the disappointment. Go somewhere he could breathe again.
But his feet were suddenly made of stone. Or maybe the granite he was surrounded by, holding him in place. He watched from afar as people began to walk away. His mind screaming as Lionel made his way over to Martha. How could he be here, in this place? Where people were anguished over the loss of a man who despised him. How could he taint this place with his presence? Lex wanted to shove him away from Martha and Clark, protect them in their loss as no one had protected him.
But he knew he couldn’t. The hate was too strong. Lex had felt it growing, seen the way Clark and his family had begun looking at him. As an enemy, someone to attack and defeat. The same way he looked at Lionel. He wanted to wrap his arms around Clark until that look disappeared. Until Clark remembered how things used to be between them. Could look at Lex the way he had years ago. Maybe then Lex would feel clean. Maybe then Lex would be able to breathe again. And he could come in off the fringes.