dovelike: (resigned face)
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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...

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Date: 2008-05-23 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] eirenikos
"Yes, you do. And you're welcome. Now stop arguing." She adopts a stern face, which lasts far less than a minute, before she twists around to curl against his side and slide her fingers against his. If Clark wants to sit there and mope, he can, and she'll stay with him. As long as he needs to.

This lasts almost two hours before her limbs need to move around and do something.

"Can I bribe you to stop moping with pie?"

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Date: 2008-05-23 01:00 pm (UTC)
hero_farmboy: (distant profile)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
He sighs.

"It couldn't hurt to try."

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Date: 2008-05-23 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] eirenikos
"Come on, then."

She slides off of the couch and extends a hand.

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Date: 2008-05-23 01:07 pm (UTC)
hero_farmboy: (lingering touch)
From: [personal profile] hero_farmboy
He does the same and takes her hand, before they walk silently back to the farmhouse. If anything, at least there'll be pie.
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