this is all your fault
Apr. 2nd, 2007 12:06 amYes, you. Because I did this, and you did not stop me. So really you only have yourself to blame. (That, and housecleaning puts me in the mood for absurdity, and also 6th season Clex is difficult to write without eventually becoming overcome with the urge to pick extravagantly!tortured!Lex up and give him snugglies and Clark is not quite at that point. Almost, but not quite. Geeze, it's been 50 pages, how many more do you need? Sigh.)
Smallville Season 6: PART II - The Equilateral Sides of the Tragic Triangle Becomes Inexorably More Tangled, In an Arguably Literal Way
(Some 50 pages later. These intervening chapters are of such an intensity of expression that to reproduce them here might wreak terrible damage upon the very fabric of this most fragile system of tubes.)
..."Oh, no," murmured the once-maiden in her meticulously appointed bedchamber that very eve. "Oh, someone, help me!" But diamond tears sprang to the hazelnut pearls of her eyes as she realized no one could hear her elusive whisper.
Little was she to know that those few miles away, her heartsick erstwhile lover had his exceptional ear cocked in the stalwart castle's direction. And no more able was he to refuse that dulcetly importunate whimper than he would have been able to fly, or in his case bear a mountain on his broad shoulders--no, survive an atomic blast--er, circumnavigate the globe on foot--um, bounce a bullet off his manly eyeball--perhaps inscribe a greeting card; is calligraphy generally recognized as one of his superior gifts?--at any rate, amidst the endless litanies of possibilities, that which was least possible even unto the incredible reaches of his power was to refuse that softly spoken cry for assistance.
( but wait there's more )
Smallville Season 6: PART II - The Equilateral Sides of the Tragic Triangle Becomes Inexorably More Tangled, In an Arguably Literal Way
(Some 50 pages later. These intervening chapters are of such an intensity of expression that to reproduce them here might wreak terrible damage upon the very fabric of this most fragile system of tubes.)
..."Oh, no," murmured the once-maiden in her meticulously appointed bedchamber that very eve. "Oh, someone, help me!" But diamond tears sprang to the hazelnut pearls of her eyes as she realized no one could hear her elusive whisper.
Little was she to know that those few miles away, her heartsick erstwhile lover had his exceptional ear cocked in the stalwart castle's direction. And no more able was he to refuse that dulcetly importunate whimper than he would have been able to fly, or in his case bear a mountain on his broad shoulders--no, survive an atomic blast--er, circumnavigate the globe on foot--um, bounce a bullet off his manly eyeball--perhaps inscribe a greeting card; is calligraphy generally recognized as one of his superior gifts?--at any rate, amidst the endless litanies of possibilities, that which was least possible even unto the incredible reaches of his power was to refuse that softly spoken cry for assistance.
( but wait there's more )