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seperis's new fic, 5 Reasons to not date a Luthor (hot, amusing and sweet).
Y'knowslodwick's 1000 word, picture post? So far I'm up to 400... Always the way. You try to write a tiny piece, it's nearly 3000 words. Try to write a decent length, can't get anywhere near it. Oh well, I have an idea of a scene I want to put on the end, but I don't have time to do anything on it at the moment.
Lex had always associated places with colours.
England would forever be blue in his mind. It was the blue of the sky that occasionally peaked through the clouds, and the stormy blue grey of the sea that could be seen from the Headmaster's window. It was the blue tinge of fingertips during the last month before winter, when the heating system wouldn't be turned on for weeks but the winter chill had already descended on the dorm rooms. It was the melancholy blue of a child who still had a father but felt like an orphan.
Metropolis was grey. It was the grey of concrete and chrome, of a hundred skyscrapers reflected in a million windows. It was the dull grey of rain clouds that always threatened to pour, but rarely did. It was the colourless grey of office workers rushing through the city, almost identical in pale shirts and dark suits. It was monotone and monotonous, occasionally brightened by good sex, better alcohol and great drugs. But even those colourful times were reduced to shades of grey, reproduced for the masses in newspaper photographs.
***
Smallville was the green of nature. It was the green of crop fields not yet fully grown, or just sprouted. It was the overwhelming green that stared at him from the Luthor Manor gardens, each leaf and blade of grass a slightly different shade. It was the murky green of the lake and the hazel green of Clark's eyes. It was the bright shining green of the meteorites, filled with secrets and danger. It was also the green of envy; envy of Clark's parents, envy for Clark's seemingly easy life, and the occasional petty burst of envy for Lana Lang, when he thought that she was everything that Clark wanted.
Watching Clark bite into the light green apple, he realised that there was another shade of green he would associate with Smallville.
However, Clark himself would always be red. The ever-present red of flannel shirts, the warm red of lips that begged to be kissed and the inviting red of a shy blush. Clark was both the red of desire and craving, and the scarlet danger of losing his heart, or losing his head. Clark was the red of the blood that ran through his veins, and sometimes he felt just as vital, just as necessary to Lex. As if without Clark, his heart would simply stop beating.
***
Luckily, the deadline is ages away...
seperis's new fic, 5 Reasons to not date a Luthor (hot, amusing and sweet).Y'know
slodwick's 1000 word, picture post? So far I'm up to 400... Always the way. You try to write a tiny piece, it's nearly 3000 words. Try to write a decent length, can't get anywhere near it. Oh well, I have an idea of a scene I want to put on the end, but I don't have time to do anything on it at the moment.Lex had always associated places with colours.
England would forever be blue in his mind. It was the blue of the sky that occasionally peaked through the clouds, and the stormy blue grey of the sea that could be seen from the Headmaster's window. It was the blue tinge of fingertips during the last month before winter, when the heating system wouldn't be turned on for weeks but the winter chill had already descended on the dorm rooms. It was the melancholy blue of a child who still had a father but felt like an orphan.
Metropolis was grey. It was the grey of concrete and chrome, of a hundred skyscrapers reflected in a million windows. It was the dull grey of rain clouds that always threatened to pour, but rarely did. It was the colourless grey of office workers rushing through the city, almost identical in pale shirts and dark suits. It was monotone and monotonous, occasionally brightened by good sex, better alcohol and great drugs. But even those colourful times were reduced to shades of grey, reproduced for the masses in newspaper photographs.
***
Smallville was the green of nature. It was the green of crop fields not yet fully grown, or just sprouted. It was the overwhelming green that stared at him from the Luthor Manor gardens, each leaf and blade of grass a slightly different shade. It was the murky green of the lake and the hazel green of Clark's eyes. It was the bright shining green of the meteorites, filled with secrets and danger. It was also the green of envy; envy of Clark's parents, envy for Clark's seemingly easy life, and the occasional petty burst of envy for Lana Lang, when he thought that she was everything that Clark wanted.
Watching Clark bite into the light green apple, he realised that there was another shade of green he would associate with Smallville.
However, Clark himself would always be red. The ever-present red of flannel shirts, the warm red of lips that begged to be kissed and the inviting red of a shy blush. Clark was both the red of desire and craving, and the scarlet danger of losing his heart, or losing his head. Clark was the red of the blood that ran through his veins, and sometimes he felt just as vital, just as necessary to Lex. As if without Clark, his heart would simply stop beating.
***
Luckily, the deadline is ages away...
