fic: this is Lex, bothering me at six in the morning, the git

[xparrot]

This started out completely self-indulgent, because on occasion I like my boys bombed out of their skulls (see Ban in The Mickey) and Lex will do it to himself, which makes him more cooperative than most. Given how Lex drinks scotch like it's vodka*, he can't like being in his head terribly much. Except it went all horribly weirdly angsty on me and why can't I write fluff? I crave Clex fluff. And then I write this. Man.

* to quote Elliot on Scrubs, a couple eps ago.

Smallville: String Theory at 1 AM {3,146 words}
PG, Clex-ish angst, near-futurefic
Lex has vision, a reason for everything, and a lot to drink.

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ETA: digitalwave did an absolutely lovely manip for this story (and it's sweet, too, not angsty!)

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Comments

[slinkling.livejournal.com]

This is beautifully written; you perfectly capture the feeling of being leglessly, lucidly drunk, with the swooping logic of that state of being. And I love the way you've written Lex. Everything about the threads in his mind is so gorgeous and so cleverly used that I'm jaw-droppingly impressed (and jealous). The heartbreak of Clark giving him 100% certainty, thus ruling out despair, thus removing any need for hope, is just shattering.

*friends you*

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks for the lovely comment, I'm so glad you enjoyed the story! (I gotta admit, conveying drunken lucidity is much easier when one is flying on the mental intoxication of sleep deprivation ^^; There's a reason most of my meta is composed after 2 AM...)

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