RP for: luthor_lineage
It had been a week.
A week since he'd found her in Shanghai, a week since he'd blackmailed her into coming home, a week since she'd returned to Smallville to begin their lifelong charade. We're the happy couple. The young society newlyweds. Smile, Lana.
She hadn't seen much of him. Her dinners were spent alone, her evenings with only the maid as her companion. She wasn't a prisoner - something he liked reminding her of - but she couldn't go anywhere unaccompanied. Her time was filled with inane things as pottery classes, if not psych evaluations. He was laying it on thick.
Which was why Lana knew she was going to pay for this.
She didn't know what possessed her, taking Lois up on her offer and blowing off her pottery class. You don't taunt Lex. You don't test his patience. She used to, the perverse side of her loved to, but she was in no position to do it now. You framed him for your murder. He doesn't need much to be pushed over the edge.
And yet she'd gone anyway. She hadn't bought anything, save for a Neiman Marcus dress Lois insisted was made for her. Lois wanted Lana to wipe out his credit cards - in her mind, the only thing a Luthor was useful for. Lana already toed a thin line and was able to convince Lois she'd recently acquired a new wardrobe in recompense for all the stress she went through, as Lex was victimized and framed; investigation still pending.
Remember the terms.
The trip was cut short as she remembered such terms, the week spent in a mental institution - she could thank her darling husband for that - never letting her forget. She was quiet - how very unassuming she could be when she wanted to - her strappy sandals in her hand as she tried padding into her room as noiselessly as possible. They slept in separate bedrooms, hadn't seen much of each other since her return and Lana preferred it that way.
Lana was about to breathe a sigh of relief, about to declare the coast was clear when the light flickered on and every nerve ending prickled with awareness.
A week since he'd found her in Shanghai, a week since he'd blackmailed her into coming home, a week since she'd returned to Smallville to begin their lifelong charade. We're the happy couple. The young society newlyweds. Smile, Lana.
She hadn't seen much of him. Her dinners were spent alone, her evenings with only the maid as her companion. She wasn't a prisoner - something he liked reminding her of - but she couldn't go anywhere unaccompanied. Her time was filled with inane things as pottery classes, if not psych evaluations. He was laying it on thick.
Which was why Lana knew she was going to pay for this.
She didn't know what possessed her, taking Lois up on her offer and blowing off her pottery class. You don't taunt Lex. You don't test his patience. She used to, the perverse side of her loved to, but she was in no position to do it now. You framed him for your murder. He doesn't need much to be pushed over the edge.
And yet she'd gone anyway. She hadn't bought anything, save for a Neiman Marcus dress Lois insisted was made for her. Lois wanted Lana to wipe out his credit cards - in her mind, the only thing a Luthor was useful for. Lana already toed a thin line and was able to convince Lois she'd recently acquired a new wardrobe in recompense for all the stress she went through, as Lex was victimized and framed; investigation still pending.
Remember the terms.
The trip was cut short as she remembered such terms, the week spent in a mental institution - she could thank her darling husband for that - never letting her forget. She was quiet - how very unassuming she could be when she wanted to - her strappy sandals in her hand as she tried padding into her room as noiselessly as possible. They slept in separate bedrooms, hadn't seen much of each other since her return and Lana preferred it that way.
Lana was about to breathe a sigh of relief, about to declare the coast was clear when the light flickered on and every nerve ending prickled with awareness.