The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
 
 

Sky Bubbles
Four men reflecting. Clark/Lex, Jonathan/Lionel
 
 

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Jonathan Kent:

He was dancing with the devil to the pale moonlight. In his own front yard,
near his house where a wholesome meal waited for him on the table, where
his wife stood and cooked dinner for his son, where warmth and life
reigned. Not here where reality faded in the silver light, where a hand on
his lower back guided him in surreal steps to dance - a *man's* hand, a
man's bearded face, smirking and so superior there was no question, only
soft swaying in the dew-covered grass.

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Lex Luthor:

Every night he would look at the stars, and wait. Every morning he'd wake
up and know that it didn't happen again tonight. And he'd go through the
day, doing what needs to be done, hoping that tonight, tonight it might
happen. The creatures from the sky will come. They will take him with them.
Free from this earth, which was pulling him heavier and heavier every day
to the ground. Taking him up to where the lovely, shiny green meteors came
from. And there, he'll finally be home.

-=-=-=-

Clark Kent:

Shimmering, gleaming light of a full moon. Sometimes Clark thought Lex was
also alien; that he came from the moon and his silvery white skin and the
unreadable depth of his eyes were the signs, and no one could see it but
him because he was an alien too. That if a beam of moonlight would touch
Lex's lips, magical powers would come to be and...

So he stayed up at night and looked, and looked. But Lex turned over, hid
his face in the shadow of the pillow or pressed it against Clark's flesh,
and the pale moonlight did not touch his mouth not once all night.

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Lionel Luthor:

Sometimes he thought of that day. Well, he thought of it almost every day.
But he rarely allowed himself to remember all the details. Searching for
Lex in all that rubble and among those alien rocks, frantic and screaming.
Blaming himself, thinking he scared the child into running straight into
the centre of the storm. He remembered, whether he thought about it or not,
the small curled up figure shivering in the flattened field.

Remembered the other child. The ship that landed and the baby who appeared
from nowhere. He hadn't thought about him while he was standing in the
hospital and thinking about how his own son looked so alien now. So wounded.

That day he swore to protect Lex from everything. Never let the boy out of
his sight. Ensure his son grows up to be the most powerful man on earth,
and never again will know suffering or fear.

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