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slashthedrabble2005-01-08 11:15 am
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Fandom: Smallville
pairing: Lex & Clark
rating: safe for puppies and other small, furry animals
200 words
It wasn't the noise that bothered him.
It wasn't the furious howl of wind, ripping the trees into shreds, stripping away the cloak of leaves, culling out weaker branches and snapping them like rifle shots in the maelstrom, it wasn't the shattering peal of thunder, or the steady clamor of rain stabbing against the windows.
It was the brief, interminable silence that accompanied each ragged stab of lightning, when the fury of nature held its breath and whispered mute promises of unequaled destructions to come. In these exaggerated moments of infinity sweat bathed his body, coalescing and solidifying on his skin like a blanket wrapped too tightly, a white blanket with shiny buckles brought by men with foul breath and cruel voices and too-quiet shoes that squeaked across mirror-bright tiles and he gasps, the silence becoming suffocating, choking him, stealing away his cry of fear.
Cool hands against his skin beckon him back, pull him out of the darkness, a kiss softly pressed to his cheek with sleepy, perfect lips, "I've got you" murmured louder than the chaos outside...louder, even, than the cacophony within.
...and the silence welcomes him now, holds him gently and rocks him to sleep again.
pairing: Lex & Clark
rating: safe for puppies and other small, furry animals
200 words
It wasn't the noise that bothered him.
It wasn't the furious howl of wind, ripping the trees into shreds, stripping away the cloak of leaves, culling out weaker branches and snapping them like rifle shots in the maelstrom, it wasn't the shattering peal of thunder, or the steady clamor of rain stabbing against the windows.
It was the brief, interminable silence that accompanied each ragged stab of lightning, when the fury of nature held its breath and whispered mute promises of unequaled destructions to come. In these exaggerated moments of infinity sweat bathed his body, coalescing and solidifying on his skin like a blanket wrapped too tightly, a white blanket with shiny buckles brought by men with foul breath and cruel voices and too-quiet shoes that squeaked across mirror-bright tiles and he gasps, the silence becoming suffocating, choking him, stealing away his cry of fear.
Cool hands against his skin beckon him back, pull him out of the darkness, a kiss softly pressed to his cheek with sleepy, perfect lips, "I've got you" murmured louder than the chaos outside...louder, even, than the cacophony within.
...and the silence welcomes him now, holds him gently and rocks him to sleep again.
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