Ficlet: 'Fairy Tale Ending'
scribblinlenore's organised the The Smallville Drabble-a-Thon - she's aiming for one drabble or ficlet per episode, so do go and join in the fun.
Mine was inspired by Memoria.
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Lex never used to believe in fairy-tales.
He believes now. He believes a man can die and live again - he has. He believes that ancient myths come true - he's seen them. He believes in good and evil and heaven and hell because he's been good and he's been evil and he's been to heaven and he's been to hell.
It's happy ever after that he still can't believe in.
When he was little, his mother read him a fairy-tale every night, exciting tales of dashing knights and beautiful princesses and brave little boys who'd been in terrible accidents. She used to make him laugh when she acted out all the voices from princesses to old woodcutters, and he would sigh in mock horror at the fearful battles the heroes fought. Sometimes she'd make up her own stories: they were his favorites. She'd tell him tales of a handsome young boy living on a ranch in Montana, simple stories but always happy ones. And all the stories ended the same way, whether she was reading from one of his books or making up her own stories. They all lived happily ever after.
Her voice would always hitch when she came to they lived happily ever after, and sometimes he thought he saw a tear in the corner of her eye.
She didn't have a happy ever after. Neither did Julian.
Lex thinks his life would make a good fairy tale.
He just doesn't know how it will end.
Mine was inspired by Memoria.
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Lex never used to believe in fairy-tales.
He believes now. He believes a man can die and live again - he has. He believes that ancient myths come true - he's seen them. He believes in good and evil and heaven and hell because he's been good and he's been evil and he's been to heaven and he's been to hell.
It's happy ever after that he still can't believe in.
When he was little, his mother read him a fairy-tale every night, exciting tales of dashing knights and beautiful princesses and brave little boys who'd been in terrible accidents. She used to make him laugh when she acted out all the voices from princesses to old woodcutters, and he would sigh in mock horror at the fearful battles the heroes fought. Sometimes she'd make up her own stories: they were his favorites. She'd tell him tales of a handsome young boy living on a ranch in Montana, simple stories but always happy ones. And all the stories ended the same way, whether she was reading from one of his books or making up her own stories. They all lived happily ever after.
Her voice would always hitch when she came to they lived happily ever after, and sometimes he thought he saw a tear in the corner of her eye.
She didn't have a happy ever after. Neither did Julian.
Lex thinks his life would make a good fairy tale.
He just doesn't know how it will end.