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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-09-09 10:43 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-09-09 10:43 am
They come from miles around in avarice and lust.
I wrote a small OC ficlet last night that I later took down b/c I didn’t like it. It didn’t feel right (thanks to those who commented though, my bad). I am currently working on something else, but right now I feel like if I don’t produce something I might have an episode. It must be the cold drugs.
This is a v v small offering to my employer. I know who pays my bills.
Smallville
Pandora’s Box
When Lex gets home he’s going to camp out in the kitchen in front of a wide open freezer with the latest editions of Warrior Angel and Blue & Blast, several cartons of Ben and Jerry’s Mint Oreo ice cream, and the largest White Russian anybody has ever seen.
He’s going to sit on the marble floor, Indian-style, and eat out of the carton with a spoon. He’s going to put sticky fingers all over his comic books knowing he can buy more, and the drink won’t be just on the rocks, but swimming in an iceberg. And vodka.
Lex’s first drink is going to have just enough milk to make it white and everything else will be alcoholic. Lex is going to drink until his eyeballs are swimming and the fumes are seeping out his pores. He’s going to drink until he forgets every marriage vow he ever took.
Lex hates involuntary detox. He would kill for something ice cold that’s not papaya juice or found in a coconut shell.
He’s going to call Toby when he gets home and order whatever the new greatest thing is. He’s going to clean out Toby’s entire supply, happily. Lex is going to get so blitzed that he’ll be able to fly without leaving the floor. Then he’s going to wander around the castle in his boxers, the cotton ones because every last pore in his body needs to be able to breathe without being blocked by peeling skin and grainy sand. He’s going to turn the air conditioning down to sub zero temperatures. There will be icicles and condensation on every window, and Lex won’t care. He will dismiss his staff and wander around stark naked, too. He’s going to lie down on all his leather sofas and parquet floors and enjoy the feeling of something other than sand, seaweed and palm fronts against his naked skin.
Right now Lex’s entire body is covered in a leather-like protective armament, but when Lex gets home he’s going to take shower upon shower upon luxurious bath with every product he can find until his skin is new and pink and there’s not a trace of sunburn or freckles to be found. Lex is going to exfoliate himself to within an inch of his life and no square of his skin will be safe.
Lex would happily sign over all his Luthor Corp stock for a bar of soap right now.
And then, after he’s clean and drunk and well read, Lex is going to go the phone and call Clark. For once Mr. Kent’s disapproval isn’t going to bother Lex, and he’ll be able to tell Mrs. Kent that she’s the mother he wishes he still had. Mrs. Kent’s voice will wrap around Lex like the thick white robe that he’ll be swaddled in, and he’ll feel something he hasn’t felt in almost ten years.
When Clark finally comes on the line, Lex is going to tell Clark that he knows. Lex will ignore the pregnant pause, and on the phone he won’t have to see Clark’s eyes dart around looking for another weak lie, because Lex knows all about Clark’s secret, and he just can’t bring himself to care anymore.
Being stranded on a desert island for however long has vastly reorganized Lex’s priorities, and Lex will tell Clark that it’s okay that he didn’t rescue him, that he forgives him, because Lex will forgive everything if only he can get off this fucking island and get back home.
Lex very much wants to see Clark right now.
After Lex says all this, he’ll hang up the phone and go to bed. His bed will be soft and welcoming. The sheets will be cool, and Lex will put on crisp cotton pajamas, because he has finally grown tired of sleeping in the buff. Waking up with insects crawling all over one’s nether regions will do that to anyone. And just as Lex is drifting off to sleep, a deep sleep untroubled by whether or not that plane might finally come when he’s asleep, there will be a creaking at his door and a faint whisper of disturbed air as Clark comes to sit on the side of his bed. Because this is Lex’s dream the technicalities won’t matter as much as they ususally do.
Clark will be uncertain and cautious. He’ll smile and touch Lex carefully as he takes off his clothes and crawls into bed besides Lex. Clark will say he was worried about Lex; that he’s sorry, that he’s always wanted to do this, but he was afraid. Now that Lex knows the truth though, they can be together, and Lex will just nod and curl around Clark and go to sleep feeling loved. He’ll feel safe and the weight of all their lies will fall away from his shoulders and his mind.
They won’t have sex the first night Lex is home. They’ll have to leave something for the morning after, but once Lex is back and with Clark, they’ll have all the time in the world.
Lex just wants to go home.
He’s not an optimist; he never has been, but he still manages to believe that he’ll be found. He believes that one day he will do all these things that he so desperately wants to do, now, instead of rotting his life away on this desert island. Despite everything that has befallen him and all that he’s lost, Lex still has hope.
He figures with all the other plagues he has suffered it’s the least he can do.
-end-
This is a v v small offering to my employer. I know who pays my bills.
Smallville
Pandora’s Box
When Lex gets home he’s going to camp out in the kitchen in front of a wide open freezer with the latest editions of Warrior Angel and Blue & Blast, several cartons of Ben and Jerry’s Mint Oreo ice cream, and the largest White Russian anybody has ever seen.
He’s going to sit on the marble floor, Indian-style, and eat out of the carton with a spoon. He’s going to put sticky fingers all over his comic books knowing he can buy more, and the drink won’t be just on the rocks, but swimming in an iceberg. And vodka.
Lex’s first drink is going to have just enough milk to make it white and everything else will be alcoholic. Lex is going to drink until his eyeballs are swimming and the fumes are seeping out his pores. He’s going to drink until he forgets every marriage vow he ever took.
Lex hates involuntary detox. He would kill for something ice cold that’s not papaya juice or found in a coconut shell.
He’s going to call Toby when he gets home and order whatever the new greatest thing is. He’s going to clean out Toby’s entire supply, happily. Lex is going to get so blitzed that he’ll be able to fly without leaving the floor. Then he’s going to wander around the castle in his boxers, the cotton ones because every last pore in his body needs to be able to breathe without being blocked by peeling skin and grainy sand. He’s going to turn the air conditioning down to sub zero temperatures. There will be icicles and condensation on every window, and Lex won’t care. He will dismiss his staff and wander around stark naked, too. He’s going to lie down on all his leather sofas and parquet floors and enjoy the feeling of something other than sand, seaweed and palm fronts against his naked skin.
Right now Lex’s entire body is covered in a leather-like protective armament, but when Lex gets home he’s going to take shower upon shower upon luxurious bath with every product he can find until his skin is new and pink and there’s not a trace of sunburn or freckles to be found. Lex is going to exfoliate himself to within an inch of his life and no square of his skin will be safe.
Lex would happily sign over all his Luthor Corp stock for a bar of soap right now.
And then, after he’s clean and drunk and well read, Lex is going to go the phone and call Clark. For once Mr. Kent’s disapproval isn’t going to bother Lex, and he’ll be able to tell Mrs. Kent that she’s the mother he wishes he still had. Mrs. Kent’s voice will wrap around Lex like the thick white robe that he’ll be swaddled in, and he’ll feel something he hasn’t felt in almost ten years.
When Clark finally comes on the line, Lex is going to tell Clark that he knows. Lex will ignore the pregnant pause, and on the phone he won’t have to see Clark’s eyes dart around looking for another weak lie, because Lex knows all about Clark’s secret, and he just can’t bring himself to care anymore.
Being stranded on a desert island for however long has vastly reorganized Lex’s priorities, and Lex will tell Clark that it’s okay that he didn’t rescue him, that he forgives him, because Lex will forgive everything if only he can get off this fucking island and get back home.
Lex very much wants to see Clark right now.
After Lex says all this, he’ll hang up the phone and go to bed. His bed will be soft and welcoming. The sheets will be cool, and Lex will put on crisp cotton pajamas, because he has finally grown tired of sleeping in the buff. Waking up with insects crawling all over one’s nether regions will do that to anyone. And just as Lex is drifting off to sleep, a deep sleep untroubled by whether or not that plane might finally come when he’s asleep, there will be a creaking at his door and a faint whisper of disturbed air as Clark comes to sit on the side of his bed. Because this is Lex’s dream the technicalities won’t matter as much as they ususally do.
Clark will be uncertain and cautious. He’ll smile and touch Lex carefully as he takes off his clothes and crawls into bed besides Lex. Clark will say he was worried about Lex; that he’s sorry, that he’s always wanted to do this, but he was afraid. Now that Lex knows the truth though, they can be together, and Lex will just nod and curl around Clark and go to sleep feeling loved. He’ll feel safe and the weight of all their lies will fall away from his shoulders and his mind.
They won’t have sex the first night Lex is home. They’ll have to leave something for the morning after, but once Lex is back and with Clark, they’ll have all the time in the world.
Lex just wants to go home.
He’s not an optimist; he never has been, but he still manages to believe that he’ll be found. He believes that one day he will do all these things that he so desperately wants to do, now, instead of rotting his life away on this desert island. Despite everything that has befallen him and all that he’s lost, Lex still has hope.
He figures with all the other plagues he has suffered it’s the least he can do.
-end-
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Of course, you can't have Lex without the vengeance.
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Though I do like this one. Very much.
I want a white Russian.
Is 11am too early to have one?
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Though I do like this one. Very much.
I want a white Russian.
Is 11am too early to have one?
You're talking to somebody who's been drunk by 9am, I assure you it is never too early to have a drink. As for the story, it just didn't feel right, but I'm attempting to write something new - it's stalling on me though. *looks sad*
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*sniff* You, evil people, need to stop hurting poor Lex. *hugs Lex*
I don't know how you do it but every word is sharp and cuts and I'm sitting here fighting the urge to catch the first plane to the Caribbean and find the lost soul.
*makes a huge White Russian* And I hate the drink!
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I don't know how you do it but every word is sharp and cuts and I'm sitting here fighting the urge to catch the first plane to the Caribbean and find the lost soul.
*makes a huge White Russian* And I hate the drink!
*laughs* I'm just working with what I've been given, and Lex is a survivor, he'll be okay. Slightly insane and sunburned, but okay.
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Thank you so much for all your kind words, Jess, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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lust afterlove you so much?I have loved your Lex since the first story of yours I read. Here is such a great example of his thoughts while he's stuck on that godforsaken island. He's so quirky and deliberate. *hugs him* Your writing is always so great, too. Thanks for giving us island fic, btw. Not enough of it this summer.
Also, Mr. Luthor would like to thank you for this offering, and has approved a salary increase of 5% for you, commencing immediately.
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Also, Mr. Luthor would like to thank you for this offering, and has approved a salary increase of 5% for you, commencing immediately.
Thank you so much, sweetie, for all your kind words, I'm so glad you enjoyed the story. Also, please assure the boss that I will spend my increase well... on drinks at the bar of course.
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*hugs Lex*
You know what I love about the way you write Lex? Besides, you know, pretty much everything? I love that he's willing to forgive - granted, that's a decision he's making in extremis, but, still. He's got the Lex-edge that he needs, but he's more approachable than some Lexes. I think I've reached the babbling stage of the comment, so I'll let it end.
Also: Lexcorp LS&P really appreciates this. *wink*
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The thing I try to always keep in mind is that no matter what, Lex is still only in his early 20s, and no matter how much you think you know at that age you can be proven way wrong later on. I'm glad you liked this though, thank you, Nifra.
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Lex just wants to go home.
This story makes *me* just want to go home and curl up in bed and sleep for a day or two. Clark is optional, however.
Mmmm, White Russians. Yum.
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I'm stuck! I know what's going to happen, but I can't seem to get the words down *makes helpless motions*. Goddamn stoners!
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Yeah, you know, if it was going to happen it makes sense it would be on this story. I stopped smoking up because all i ever did was lose track of what i was saying mid-sentence, and then I'd fall asleep. (On the other hand, if I ever suffer from prolonged insomnia, I know exactly what I'm going to do to solve it.)
If you want, send me what you've got. I'd be happy to brainstorm. Besides, I want to seeeeeeeeee!
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(No, seriously, if what you're doing now is as good as the stuff you sent over last night this is going to be one of your best stories. Hands down. What does that mean, anyway? Hands down. Hmm...
<---have attention span of ADD four-year-old today
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I am all over it like a bad drug habit.
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I'm just going to sit here for a moment to let that sink in before I try to verbalize again.
Oh. My God. Thank you!
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I really think you did a brilliant job of capturing all those tiny details that are rubbing against Lex like friction from the sand. I tend to think of the time on this dreadful island as something like a cocoon for Lex. He's changing while he's there, and he's going to emerge something beautiful but entirely different from what we saw before. This is just a beautiful example of what that process must be like.
And *sniff*, you took away the OC fic before I could read it, baby girl. I know I'm behind, but I'm *trying*!
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And *sniff*, you took away the OC fic before I could read it, baby girl. I know I'm behind, but I'm *trying*!
You didn't miss anything on the OC fic, I have something else that I'm working on that's much better. As for Lex, I completely agree with you on the transformation thing. I suspect that's why I keep writing all these desert island fics with the same idea: metamorphosis.
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Oh, and that comment I made yesterday about patiently waiting for Smallville stuff? *this* - totally worth the wait. *g*
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Oh, and that comment I made yesterday about patiently waiting for Smallville stuff? *this* - totally worth the wait. *g*
I'm so glad you enjoyed this and that you thought it was worth the wait, thanks!
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A little bit of pain is good for the soul, it builds character. *hands kleenex*
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Lex just wants to go home.
*sniffles*
Poor Lex, stuck on that island all alone with nothing but dreams and hope to keep him company. Lovely stuff, babe *snuggles you*
And damn... I knew I should have read that OC ficlet yesterday, rather than bookmarking. Any chance it'll show up again? *bats eyelashes beguilingly*
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Nah, it's in the trash, but I have something else that I'm working on providing I can get Seth to sit back long enough to tell me the second half of what happened. Men. *sighs*
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Great job!
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Lex does deserve the best of everything, it's just a sad fact of life that people rarely get what they deserve.
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So sad, lovely, hopeful and heartbreaking, Z. *sniff* Lex, stripped down to the very basics is powerful and amazing stuff.
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So sad, lovely, hopeful and heartbreaking, Z. *sniff* Lex, stripped down to the very basics is powerful and amazing stuff.
I'm so glad you liked it, sweetie!
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Why thank you so much for all your kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed the ficlet.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetie!