Kal is not smiling. That last hole he put in a wall took a bit more effort than it should have and he's not entirely sure why. There's also the smallest tingle throughout his body that he very vaguely remembers as what happens when he gets tired. And he hasn't done nearly enough to be at that point yet.
When Eights mentions something about a sunrise, things start to click. It's been night the entire time he's been here, or so he's noticed when he bothered to pay attention, and he's been here... a while.
"Yeah, I do," he replies, locating his shirt and tugging it back on. "I'm a day kind of guy."
"Well you're lucky then. It's switch time. C'mon, or you'll miss the show."
With a giggle, Eights races away. It's clear the idea of sunrise suffuses her with delight. And one very long spiral staircase later, she's at the top of a tower staring out at the Downside night sky.
It's beautiful. Standing on stone battlements, staring out at a line of cliffs that stretches out forever in either direction. Above them is a black expanse of sky speckled with multicoloured stars, and before them, on the other side of the impossibly tall cliffs, the sun is shining brightly. Its light diffuses across the forest at the bottom of the cliffs, lending a faint twilight glow to the top of the tower.
The air is faintly charged with something. It's clear Eights can feel it strongly, although to Kal it is barely perceptible.
"Less than a minute," she says breathlessly. "Fuck, I love switch time."
He lets her lead the way if only because he doesn't know exactly where they're going. The stairs are nothing - Kal barely even notices them in the second it takes for him to get to the top.
Clark would probably enjoy the scenery, the sky, definitely the stars. All Kal cares about is the sunlight and he walks as close as he can get on the tower in that direction.
He doesn't feel anything except his own anticipation, knowing his battery's starting to run a little low and he needs a recharge; one that's coming any second now.
Almost imperceptibly, the sky overhead begins to lighten. The clear dividing line between night and day blurs and twists, fingers of bright sunlit blue reaching out into rainbow-speckled black, and tendrils of dark night twisting back into calm day. In an endless line to either side, above the run of the cliffs, it writhes and shimmers, bending slowly until-- suddenly-- it
snaps.
In the blink of an eye, what was day is night and what was night is day. The rip in the sky sealing one from the other is as strong as ever over the infinite cliffs, and Eight-hour's forest is lit by sunlight as bright as any summer day.
It's been even longer now. Kal honestly doesn't have the first clue how long he's been whereever he is now, but he's not sure he cares. He feels amazing, like nothing else before. He feels alive.
Kal is also feeling restless. Yeah, it's been awesome killing Eights in new and intersting ways, most of them involving sex in one form or another, but that's starting to get old. Really old.
he's pacing a hallway now, stalking, really, like an animal in a cage who desperately wants out. The walls are taking some major damage from errant punches and kicks.
"Kal, babe. If you wanna tear shit up I've got a perfectly good forest outside," says Eights with a smirk as she comes walking down the recently abused hall. "Not that I particularly care about my walls, but I don't have to repair the trees."
They've been stuck in this damn bubble for months now. Kal's completely lost track of how long it's been exactly. All he knows is that he's bored and things are starting to freak him out a little more.
He hasn't touched Eights in days, likely. It just doesn't really feel right anymore and he can barely think about what he's already done.
For the time being, he's crouched down at the bottom of the bubble, as far away from Eights as he can get. Which isn't far.
Eights notices things like this. She's a master of body language; Kal's discomfort with her is palpable. She hasn't said anything, having been content to lie cradled in the bottom of the bubble, in more or less the same place as she'd installed herself their first day in.
Eventually, however, she speaks.
"You know, your sudden change of heart over the last couple days is really lending weight to my Kal's On Drugs theory."
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When Eights mentions something about a sunrise, things start to click. It's been night the entire time he's been here, or so he's noticed when he bothered to pay attention, and he's been here... a while.
"Yeah, I do," he replies, locating his shirt and tugging it back on. "I'm a day kind of guy."
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With a giggle, Eights races away. It's clear the idea of sunrise suffuses her with delight. And one very long spiral staircase later, she's at the top of a tower staring out at the Downside night sky.
It's beautiful. Standing on stone battlements, staring out at a line of cliffs that stretches out forever in either direction. Above them is a black expanse of sky speckled with multicoloured stars, and before them, on the other side of the impossibly tall cliffs, the sun is shining brightly. Its light diffuses across the forest at the bottom of the cliffs, lending a faint twilight glow to the top of the tower.
The air is faintly charged with something. It's clear Eights can feel it strongly, although to Kal it is barely perceptible.
"Less than a minute," she says breathlessly. "Fuck, I love switch time."
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Clark would probably enjoy the scenery, the sky, definitely the stars. All Kal cares about is the sunlight and he walks as close as he can get on the tower in that direction.
He doesn't feel anything except his own anticipation, knowing his battery's starting to run a little low and he needs a recharge; one that's coming any second now.
"Why? What's it do for you?"
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Almost imperceptibly, the sky overhead begins to lighten. The clear dividing line between night and day blurs and twists, fingers of bright sunlit blue reaching out into rainbow-speckled black, and tendrils of dark night twisting back into calm day. In an endless line to either side, above the run of the cliffs, it writhes and shimmers, bending slowly until-- suddenly-- it
snaps.
In the blink of an eye, what was day is night and what was night is day. The rip in the sky sealing one from the other is as strong as ever over the infinite cliffs, and Eight-hour's forest is lit by sunlight as bright as any summer day.
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Kal is also feeling restless. Yeah, it's been awesome killing Eights in new and intersting ways, most of them involving sex in one form or another, but that's starting to get old. Really old.
he's pacing a hallway now, stalking, really, like an animal in a cage who desperately wants out. The walls are taking some major damage from errant punches and kicks.
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"I'd rther have something that'll fight back. Or try to, anyway." Obviously, this means Eights is out.
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As though he needed her to tell him that.
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He hasn't touched Eights in days, likely. It just doesn't really feel right anymore and he can barely think about what he's already done.
For the time being, he's crouched down at the bottom of the bubble, as far away from Eights as he can get. Which isn't far.
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Eventually, however, she speaks.
"You know, your sudden change of heart over the last couple days is really lending weight to my Kal's On Drugs theory."
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He shifts uncomfortably and finally just decides to stand up, stretching out his legs.
"Drugs don't work on me." However, as he says that, he frowns. "Usually."
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Eights rises to her feet and plants a (mostly chaste) kiss on Kal's lips, every movement smooth, controlled and sensual.
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