I am trying to break your heart
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rosenho's Seven Sins Challenge.
Not long enough, but I'm working on it.
Smallville
The blood is too red to be human, and the heart is still beating.
It rests in the palm of Clark’s hand and Lex scrambles to get away from the horror. His legs tangle in the sheets, and there’s no place for him to escape to. He tries anyway in vain, but Clark is faster than him. Clark is stronger than Lex, and he climbs onto the bed with an ease that he doesn’t have in real life.
Lex’s back is against the headboard and this isn’t what he wanted. He keeps repeating this over and over again, but Clark is relentless, and he grabs Lex’s arm and thrusts the heart into Lex’s left hand.
The heart is still warm. The blood is too red.
Lex never wanted this.
Clark’s eyes are wide, guileless.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asks innocently. “My secrets. My heart. Lex, isn’t this what you wanted?” Clark looks on dejectedly as Lex drops the heart on the bed and scrubs his hand into white sheets.
The blood smears, and Lex’s gropes for answers that will never be forthcoming.
There’s a hole in Clark’s chest where his heart should be, and Lex looks on as Clark’s shirt soaks up the blood like a sponge.
Lex wakes up tangled in his sheets with sweat beading his upper lip.
It’s absolutely the last time he watches The Godfather before bed.
rosenho's Seven Sins Challenge.Not long enough, but I'm working on it.
Smallville
The blood is too red to be human, and the heart is still beating.
It rests in the palm of Clark’s hand and Lex scrambles to get away from the horror. His legs tangle in the sheets, and there’s no place for him to escape to. He tries anyway in vain, but Clark is faster than him. Clark is stronger than Lex, and he climbs onto the bed with an ease that he doesn’t have in real life.
Lex’s back is against the headboard and this isn’t what he wanted. He keeps repeating this over and over again, but Clark is relentless, and he grabs Lex’s arm and thrusts the heart into Lex’s left hand.
The heart is still warm. The blood is too red.
Lex never wanted this.
Clark’s eyes are wide, guileless.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asks innocently. “My secrets. My heart. Lex, isn’t this what you wanted?” Clark looks on dejectedly as Lex drops the heart on the bed and scrubs his hand into white sheets.
The blood smears, and Lex’s gropes for answers that will never be forthcoming.
There’s a hole in Clark’s chest where his heart should be, and Lex looks on as Clark’s shirt soaks up the blood like a sponge.
Lex wakes up tangled in his sheets with sweat beading his upper lip.
It’s absolutely the last time he watches The Godfather before bed.
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Date: 2003-03-10 08:43 pm (UTC)Wonderful!
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Date: 2003-03-11 09:06 am (UTC)Wonderful!
The idea started eating away at me on the way home, and it was supposed to be all serious and then the last line happened and I was just like 'huh' and 'must go to bed now.'
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Date: 2003-03-10 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-11 09:07 am (UTC)::pales slightly::
it's not still beating is it? the heart i mean? cos you know, i like mine dead.
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Date: 2003-03-11 09:59 am (UTC)Or is that livers? I forget. Huh. Mmmmm, rumaki....
What? What?
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Date: 2003-03-11 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-10 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-11 09:11 am (UTC)I keep wanting to write something dark, but it's just not happening. I don't know if I can't, or I'm just concerned I might freak everybody out. Sigh. I need skillz. Yes, with a 'z'.
::goes digging for red meteors::
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-11 09:12 am (UTC)Yes, I certainly thought so. I'm not sure how the correlation happened though. Oh, the wonders of my brain.
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:20 pm (UTC)Hehehehehe!
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Date: 2003-03-11 09:13 am (UTC)Hehehehehe!
Ah ha! The Bitch of Life thinks I am evil. This is truly an accomplishment. Go team me!
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Date: 2003-03-10 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-11 09:15 am (UTC)Funny thing about that break concept... you know, if I was actually 'in charge' of my muses, I might be able to assert that with more authority. However, I am not in charge. I'm just their bitch. Ergo, when there are stories they want told and they start fighting it out, I just wait for the winner. *vbg*
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Date: 2003-03-17 01:00 pm (UTC)