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Just watched a little of the American DVD release of Weiss Kreuz, called Knight Hunters. The first disc wasn't *too* bad, but the first episode on the second was pretty awful. Characterization was apalling, especially for the lone girl in the piece. She was about as pathetic and trite as it gets. Which is saying a lot for anime.
There was a good moment, though, when she (Sakura) asks the stranger who rescues her what he does for a living. He (an assassin) assures her he is only a florist. Snerk!
(It's partly true. He,Aya, and his gorgeous three fellow boy assassins, run a flower shop on the side.) It's okay, she noticed earlier that he smelled like flowers.
I am troubled tonight by a new fascination of mine, for which I will frankly blame Jericho. The lovely Howie D has captured my attention due to a couple of pieces written by the afore-mentioned wicked creature. "Martyr" and "Lying with Men" have sucked me into the world of the BSB for his sake. What's next, listening to the music? It's the JC thing all over again.
Help! Anyone with a cure, please assist! Or good fic recs, it's all the same innit?
On the snippet front, skies are cloudy but some words seem poised to rain.
Here they are.
Snippet f, Smallville style. Takes place right after "Nicodemus" and Bo Duke's adventures in honesty.
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More than I Needed to Know
Part One
There were blue skies and corn stalks no taller than his knees, green with early spring freshness. There was wind whistling unimpeded across the fields, and the rasping crackle of crows. He was trying to find someone. The smell of the wet earth made him ache.
Was it Lana he was looking for? But no. It was someone a lot more complicated, someone who smelled like purple silk and told him lies. Clark cried a little, baked by the sunshine, dampened by the corn.
*I'm a liar, too.*
Lex was leading a cow impossibly like the cow in the Jersey Maid commercial. He smiled that entrepreneurial smile Clark hated and explained the calcium properties of Mineral Milk. The milk glowed a pale green in the glass he handed to Clark, and no sound came out of Clark's mouth when he screamed. At least the glass breaking was loud. The sickness wasn't so bad, not with Lex holding his hand. The warmth in his palm made him ache.
Lex made him ache. They were in the castle, and there was a bed. He knew they shouldn't be doing this, not with so many lies between them. He couldn't stop, not until Victoria laughed and he realized that she was there, naked and wrapped around Lex. His Lex. The anger was terrifying, he knew that he would kill her if he couldn't get away. His legs wouldn't move. She was laughing at him. Lex knew, but he just smiled.
Clark awoke with a gasp. He was hard, furious, confused, and ashamed. A typical morning, then.
He sighed and headed for the shower. Hopefully he could beat a least one problem into submission before school began.
His mom had made him french toast.
"You're up early. Trouble sleeping again, Sweetheart?"
How did moms sense these things? Clark paused in the application of maple syrup.
"No, I um, yeah I guess. Dad okay?" Jonathan had seemed fairly normal in the week since his almost miraculous recovery, but a little subdued.
"Your father is fine, just chagrined. He has had to make more apologies in the last week than he made in the last ten years. " She smiled wryly. "It's probably been good for him."
"Yeah. Um... did he- what about- remember that morning when Lex was here? "
She nodded, her brow wrinkling.
"Well, did he, you know, ever apologize to Lex?" Clark definitely didn't want to ask his father that question directly.
"I don't think so. But Lex seemed very eager to help at the hospital. You don't think he'd be angry still about that incident, do you Clark? Especially since he knows that your father was under the influence of that strange plant..." Her worried gaze forced a comforting smile from her son.
"No, I'm sure Lex figured it out, Mom. Don't worry about that."
He hugged her firmly before he left, but the worried lines remained around her eyes.
~
Well, and that's it for the evening. Please play again.
There was a good moment, though, when she (Sakura) asks the stranger who rescues her what he does for a living. He (an assassin) assures her he is only a florist. Snerk!
(It's partly true. He,Aya, and his gorgeous three fellow boy assassins, run a flower shop on the side.) It's okay, she noticed earlier that he smelled like flowers.
I am troubled tonight by a new fascination of mine, for which I will frankly blame Jericho. The lovely Howie D has captured my attention due to a couple of pieces written by the afore-mentioned wicked creature. "Martyr" and "Lying with Men" have sucked me into the world of the BSB for his sake. What's next, listening to the music? It's the JC thing all over again.
Help! Anyone with a cure, please assist! Or good fic recs, it's all the same innit?
On the snippet front, skies are cloudy but some words seem poised to rain.
Here they are.
Snippet f, Smallville style. Takes place right after "Nicodemus" and Bo Duke's adventures in honesty.
~
More than I Needed to Know
Part One
There were blue skies and corn stalks no taller than his knees, green with early spring freshness. There was wind whistling unimpeded across the fields, and the rasping crackle of crows. He was trying to find someone. The smell of the wet earth made him ache.
Was it Lana he was looking for? But no. It was someone a lot more complicated, someone who smelled like purple silk and told him lies. Clark cried a little, baked by the sunshine, dampened by the corn.
*I'm a liar, too.*
Lex was leading a cow impossibly like the cow in the Jersey Maid commercial. He smiled that entrepreneurial smile Clark hated and explained the calcium properties of Mineral Milk. The milk glowed a pale green in the glass he handed to Clark, and no sound came out of Clark's mouth when he screamed. At least the glass breaking was loud. The sickness wasn't so bad, not with Lex holding his hand. The warmth in his palm made him ache.
Lex made him ache. They were in the castle, and there was a bed. He knew they shouldn't be doing this, not with so many lies between them. He couldn't stop, not until Victoria laughed and he realized that she was there, naked and wrapped around Lex. His Lex. The anger was terrifying, he knew that he would kill her if he couldn't get away. His legs wouldn't move. She was laughing at him. Lex knew, but he just smiled.
Clark awoke with a gasp. He was hard, furious, confused, and ashamed. A typical morning, then.
He sighed and headed for the shower. Hopefully he could beat a least one problem into submission before school began.
His mom had made him french toast.
"You're up early. Trouble sleeping again, Sweetheart?"
How did moms sense these things? Clark paused in the application of maple syrup.
"No, I um, yeah I guess. Dad okay?" Jonathan had seemed fairly normal in the week since his almost miraculous recovery, but a little subdued.
"Your father is fine, just chagrined. He has had to make more apologies in the last week than he made in the last ten years. " She smiled wryly. "It's probably been good for him."
"Yeah. Um... did he- what about- remember that morning when Lex was here? "
She nodded, her brow wrinkling.
"Well, did he, you know, ever apologize to Lex?" Clark definitely didn't want to ask his father that question directly.
"I don't think so. But Lex seemed very eager to help at the hospital. You don't think he'd be angry still about that incident, do you Clark? Especially since he knows that your father was under the influence of that strange plant..." Her worried gaze forced a comforting smile from her son.
"No, I'm sure Lex figured it out, Mom. Don't worry about that."
He hugged her firmly before he left, but the worried lines remained around her eyes.
~
Well, and that's it for the evening. Please play again.
