I love you. I love you in the scary way that Chloe loves the Wall of Weird (not that I'm comparing you to the Wall of Weird - much). I love you the way that Lex loves purple. I love you the way that I love Lex (and almost as naked).
I love you because you're so nakedly honest *about* love. And it's not all flowery declarations with you or fast-hot-hard sex: it's slow, affectionate, and longing, which is the truth anyway and every person under the age of eighteen on ff.net needs to fucking get that through their skulls. I love how you write them, so casually, because they're *friends* first and *lovers* organically and it's all going to come together eventually so why rush and miss all the scenery?
I love how Lex doesn't *snap* to attention or collapse in lust and I love how you write your characters with such an incredible *gracefulness* that really speaks of how much you (a) respect and (b) feel them. I love how you write supposedly-pointless things and teach me more about writing things with a passion and flair than all my years of classes and all the bullying English professors in the world ever could?
And mostly? I love this line:
Clark sounds more nervous than anything else, and Lex has to bite his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. Clark is a gay alien, and Lex couldn‘t fall for some nice, bisexual rent boy from this planet, could he? Of course not, because that‘s not what the ‘special‘ kids do.
And in case I haven't made my point: you're a goddess, Zahra. *prostrates*
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I love you because you're so nakedly honest *about* love. And it's not all flowery declarations with you or fast-hot-hard sex: it's slow, affectionate, and longing, which is the truth anyway and every person under the age of eighteen on ff.net needs to fucking get that through their skulls. I love how you write them, so casually, because they're *friends* first and *lovers* organically and it's all going to come together eventually so why rush and miss all the scenery?
I love how Lex doesn't *snap* to attention or collapse in lust and I love how you write your characters with such an incredible *gracefulness* that really speaks of how much you (a) respect and (b) feel them. I love how you write supposedly-pointless things and teach me more about writing things with a passion and flair than all my years of classes and all the bullying English professors in the world ever could?
And mostly? I love this line:
Clark sounds more nervous than anything else, and Lex has to bite his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. Clark is a gay alien, and Lex couldn‘t fall for some nice, bisexual rent boy from this planet, could he? Of course not, because that‘s not what the ‘special‘ kids do.
And in case I haven't made my point: you're a goddess, Zahra. *prostrates*