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May. 21st, 2008 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Eirene kicks at a rock, her face set in a thoughtful scowl, and watches it bounce across the dirt lane only to vanish into grazing land beyond a dilapidated fence. The last week seems to have taken its toll on Clark and she's not even sure that her reason for talking him into taking her to Smallville is valid anymore. Chloe doesn't even remember her, not as the friend Eirene had hoped she'd turned into. So many deaths in so little time, it isn't a wonder that Clark opted to hide in the loft, and she can't blame him for the desire to set things aside for a little while and just exist.
She's beginning to wonder if he even heard her come in and let him know she was going for a walk. Probably did, with that super-hearing, but he didn't seem like he was paying attention, another thing she can't fault him for.
Well, that's what this little stroll down a country lane is for: thinking. For tonight she's borrowing the guest room at the house, and tomorrow Clark will probably suggest she return to Milliways. It's not something Eirene wants to do; abandon him when he needs someone just to be around, but she's also never overstayed her welcome.
She's also not paying attention to the road behind her, so when the old Caddy veers and hits her, all Eirene feels is a sudden burst of pain across her back, and something break inside when she lands just past the base of the ancient oak a few feet away. The car, and it's elderly driver, end up ramming right into the tree trunk, its horn blaring uselessly.
Thump-thump-thump-thump, thump thump thump thump...
She's beginning to wonder if he even heard her come in and let him know she was going for a walk. Probably did, with that super-hearing, but he didn't seem like he was paying attention, another thing she can't fault him for.
Well, that's what this little stroll down a country lane is for: thinking. For tonight she's borrowing the guest room at the house, and tomorrow Clark will probably suggest she return to Milliways. It's not something Eirene wants to do; abandon him when he needs someone just to be around, but she's also never overstayed her welcome.
She's also not paying attention to the road behind her, so when the old Caddy veers and hits her, all Eirene feels is a sudden burst of pain across her back, and something break inside when she lands just past the base of the ancient oak a few feet away. The car, and it's elderly driver, end up ramming right into the tree trunk, its horn blaring uselessly.
Thump-thump-thump-thump, thump thump thump thump...
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Date: 2008-05-22 10:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-22 10:59 pm (UTC)"Sorry. It's not like I died on purpose."
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-22 11:03 pm (UTC)What? She's trying to blend in.
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:06 pm (UTC)"Okay. I'm going to walk out, let them see me leave alone and you," he waves a hand vaguely, "do your goddess thing and I'll meet you back at the farm. All right?"
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:09 pm (UTC)"See you in ten minutes."
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-22 11:21 pm (UTC)Eirene takes to the air in her dove form, having not had the joy of soaring across the air currents in what seems like forever.
She lands on the ledge of Clark's loft near his telescope, transforming several seconds later back into her currently plaid'd self.
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:24 pm (UTC)When she turns back into herself, she'll be drawn back in for another hug, his arms wrapping around her tightly, though her feet stay on the floor this time.
"Don't do that again, okay?"
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:26 pm (UTC)Even if it doesn't last.
"But I'll try not to, okay?"
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:29 pm (UTC)No, he won't be letting go anytime soon.
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:32 pm (UTC)About five minutes later: "Ok, breathing is a good thing, Clark."
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:37 pm (UTC)"Are you sure you're all right now?"
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:40 pm (UTC)"Yep. I'm my old, boring, accident-prone self."
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:50 pm (UTC)"I need to sit down." And so he does, taking seat on the couch.
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Date: 2008-05-22 11:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-23 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-23 12:15 am (UTC)Finally, "I thought I'd lost you, too."
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Date: 2008-05-23 12:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-23 01:38 am (UTC)Beat.
"It was my fault."
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Date: 2008-05-23 01:55 am (UTC)Beat.
"How in Tartarus was my being hit by a car your fault?"
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-23 02:42 am (UTC)Pause.
"But I appreciate that you think you need to."
She squeezes his hand.
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
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