Clark Kent / Sυperмαɴ / Kal-El (
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tushanshu_logs2014-07-10 09:37 pm
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I don't wanna be abandoned
Characters: Clark Kent (not Superman) & OPEN
Date: July-8ish until Landfall
Location: TU-HAO (Clark's suite, and the radio headquarters)
Situation: Lois is gone. Clark is fine.
Warnings/Rating: Clark being an idiot?
Lois was gone, and Clark was fine.
They had both known it could happen, it had actually been really weird that they had both spent so much time together in this place. A lot had come and gone but they had held on, stuck together, they had been there for one another. But it was pretty stupid to assume it would be like that forever but he had hoped, because he always did, that maybe they could enjoy some years together in this place before ne of them got pulled back home and left the other behind. No such luck, and one morning he’d had to wake up and announce to the radio, to anyone that listened, Lois’ name amount the disappearances.
But he was fine.
Because she wasn’t Gone, the big G, the scary word. She had just gone back home, and that was all right. She had gone back to Perry, Jimmy, Cat and their actual journalist work. So Clark did his own work, and handled things as best as he could. Grocery shopping, work for the radio, try to keep up with friendships and such even if he wasn’t feeling like it at the moment.
Because doing otherwise, because mourning her would be egoistical, hypocritical and just plain wrong. Missing her when she wasn’t really gone meant wanting her back, meant pulling her back from their home into- into this. This war. And he wasn’t going to do that to her. So he went on with his day, a mask on his face.
So he was (mostly) fine.
Date: July-8ish until Landfall
Location: TU-HAO (Clark's suite, and the radio headquarters)
Situation: Lois is gone. Clark is fine.
Warnings/Rating: Clark being an idiot?
Lois was gone, and Clark was fine.
They had both known it could happen, it had actually been really weird that they had both spent so much time together in this place. A lot had come and gone but they had held on, stuck together, they had been there for one another. But it was pretty stupid to assume it would be like that forever but he had hoped, because he always did, that maybe they could enjoy some years together in this place before ne of them got pulled back home and left the other behind. No such luck, and one morning he’d had to wake up and announce to the radio, to anyone that listened, Lois’ name amount the disappearances.
But he was fine.
Because she wasn’t Gone, the big G, the scary word. She had just gone back home, and that was all right. She had gone back to Perry, Jimmy, Cat and their actual journalist work. So Clark did his own work, and handled things as best as he could. Grocery shopping, work for the radio, try to keep up with friendships and such even if he wasn’t feeling like it at the moment.
Because doing otherwise, because mourning her would be egoistical, hypocritical and just plain wrong. Missing her when she wasn’t really gone meant wanting her back, meant pulling her back from their home into- into this. This war. And he wasn’t going to do that to her. So he went on with his day, a mask on his face.
So he was (mostly) fine.
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"I'm glad you're still eating." It was a throwback to the words he had given her not long ago, when she was avoiding people, the ones she had told him to save.
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"You'd be surprised how much I actually eat. But I eat vegan, I only have vegan food in the kitchen, so if you want something with meat in it we'll have to go out."
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"You pick the place," she replied, a simultaneous agreement to go out and consideration of his limitations. "I'm all for tofu and whatever, but why not meat? Is that like, some weird alien thing? Wait- Can you talk to animals? Oh my god. You're like a Disney princess."
It was an old habit, slipping back into that juvenile persona when she was nervous. Hayley was, at her core, still a teenager and she appreciated classic immature tricks like playing dumb and extreme hyperbole. They were fun, easy, and worked well.
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“That’s actually the third time someone has called me that in the turtle, without any kind of prompting. Do I have the face of someone who’s going to randomly burst into a song?” But he didn’t give her time to reply- partly just in case she said yes, and partly because he didn’t want to explain he had actually defeated Darkseid by singing, once.
“But no, it’s a bit more complicated than that. I see the aura of sentient beings when they are alive, see colors and brightness and… “ He hesitated, looking at her as if trying to find the words to describe what he was seeing. “It can’t be explained if you can’t see it, like it’s hard to explain green to someone who’s never seen the color. “But when life is gone that aura turns all dark, and black, and it sucks everything around it.
It’s something hard to see. So I try to avoid it.”
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"I never really thought of animals as sentient," she replied lightly. By the strict definition of the word, they very much were. She often considered the word to imply a higher level of intelligence or self-awareness, however, and didn't associate it with the majority of animals, particularly not those they ate. "So animals have an aura, but not plants. Is it all animals? Like what about earthworms or jellyfish?"
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When I pick a tomato up the aura simply disappears? Not to mention it's also personal preference. I could drink milk or eat unfertilized eggs, they have no aura. It was my choice in the end, what I told you just..." A shrug. "Nudged it along a bit. Plus, I do need to eat."
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"You guys have your powers and alien thing and I'll never get it. Forget I asked, okay? You don't eat meat, so we'll go somewhere vegetarian." She knew it sounded more dismissive than she intended. The girl tried to play it off like she might an astronaut explaining the feeling of weightlessness, but she couldn't deny the slight bitterness at the back of her mind whenever she thought of the many separations between them.
"Any place in mind?"
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But right then at that very moment he was sad. Tired. Still processing the loss of his wife- except it wasn't a loss, not really, she'd just gone back home and he was not allowed to be sad which only made the whole thing even more exhausting. So he just wanted to share a meal with someone, without arguing. Without discussions, without getting metaphysical.
So he simply pointed at a food place nearby. "That's where I usually go. The Kedan don't really have a concept for 'vegan', not when the food is so scarce, but in there they mark what has meat and what doesn't in the menu so it makes it easier."
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She pursed her lips for a moment before turning to look up at him again. "I'm sorry, about Lois. I don't really know what it's like to lose someone you're close to like that, but.."
Again her gaze shifted away. Hayley only realized after the fact how telling it might be, if he realized her father was dead and how distant they were. Sometimes she wanted to tell him outright, to stop dropping unintentional breadcrumbs and just get it over with. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Couldn't trust him enough. Not after his sneer in the bottle, the cutting words of hate. Possessed or not, he knew just where to stab.
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"No, scratch that. It would not be easier, and I hope I won't have to find out what 'losing' her is like until we're old enough, happy enough with how our lives have turned to let it go.
But at least then I'd get closure, I'd know she's in a better place. Now it's like..." He chewed on his lower lip, a habit he'd never had when Lois was around. "It's like she's nearby, but I can't quite reach her. I can only wait and do my best to help those who actually have a chance to bring us back home."
Then he turned towards her again, a sad smile on his lips as he opens the door for her. "But it's a good thing, to know you haven't had to go through that yet. I knew it... pretty early, since I always knew my birth parents had died. You can definitely cry the loss of people you haven't known."
forever late due to hiatus; feel free to drop
"Sometimes it's better not to know what they're really like on the inside."