dovelike: (Default)
Eirene stares at the door she was just unceremoniously shoved out of, and then at the picnic basket in her hands. "Clark? I think we were just evicted." She can hear Martha puttering around inside the farmhouse, humming to herself or the kids, and decides that she just isn't up for stalking back inside and rescuing her children from their grandmother.

Jon is already over a year old now, and Spring beckons on the horizon. Or, rather, it beckons by sight and smell across the fertile earth of the Kent farm. They're known in town now, because Eirene won't let them be completely reclusive, and she even participated in decorations for the previous year's homecoming -- even though the Kent offspring wont attend Smallville High for years yet.

So far, it's a good life, even if she does still miss her mother and sisters on a regular basis.

"Clark? Feel like a picnic?"

Adjusting the basket to her other hand, the goddess goes in search of her husband.
dovelike: (in the family way)
Eight months along, as of this morning. Eirene knew the day after the wedding that she was pregnant; the poison leeched out of her system scant days before. Clark hadn't believed her, and so they'd departed on the honeymoon and spent an entire month (aside from her husband's forays into the hero business) in the Mediterranean. He was now also addicted to beachs, sand and the warm sun.

And private coves where they didn't wear anything at all.

But that makes navigating the stairs down to the bottom floor something of a challenge, especially since she can't really see where she's going, and finds herself feeling her way by touch and good luck. By the sound of the engine running outside, it seems like Martha is headed back to the hotel, which means she might be able to sneak an oreo from the cupboard if she waddles over fast enough.

Clark has become even more of a health food freak lately.
dovelike: ((almost) translucent chiton)
Las Vegas is something of a shock and surprise for people who have never seen it before. The lights, the glitter, the population of a small, Third World country; anything and everything you could possibly think of is there. And it never goes to sleep.

Which totally explains the eclectic group assembled in a 'twenty-four hour' wedding Chapel just off the strip. Oliver Queen (in a green tux), Arthur Curry (in an orange tux), Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Victor Stone, Chloe Sullivan, Martha Kent, Eunomia, Themis, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince and Kara Zor-El are probably not trying to intimidate the judge pulled in to do the ceremony(he's a friend of Ollie's), but doing a bang up job of it anyway.

Eirene? Is having a small panic attack in the waiting room. What if she forgets what she's supposed to say? The goddess has never been married before, despite having attended many of them over her lifetime. And if she does something like trip, isn't that a bad omen or something? Today, she's going to walk down that aisle and bind her life, legally, to Clark's. And it would be really nice to have--

"We made it, 'rene!" Dike announces cheerfully, as she steps inside the building, followed by a mature, very handsome gentleman who looks to be in his late forties. "I'm heading inside to let the music coordinator know we're ready."

Zeus, for once, is not dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and slacks, but a formal (and very storm-gray) tux. He's also stepping forward to wind her arm around his and lead her into the main room, and up the aisle as only a proud father can. It probably helps that she forgave him in those few seconds, to judge by the radiant smile on her face as they drift up to where Clark waits with his best woman, Chloe. Zeus takes his daughter's hand and places it into Clark's before beating a hasty retreat to sit next to Themis and the rest of the bride's contingent.

And Eirene isn't nervous anymore, because she goes first.

"In the presence of our families and friends, I claim you, Clark Jerome Kent, as my lifemate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care."
dovelike: (annoyed)
Kidnapped off the street in broad daylight. Clark was really going to love this. Eirene sits in a small room, staring balefully at the bald man settled in the recliner across from her. He's smiling, which is never a good sign, and occasionally glancing down at the sheaf of papers in his hand.

"Born in Greece to an American archeologist and a Greek lawyer. Second cousin to Chloe Sullivan. Graduated from Yale with a Bachelor's in History. Lots of flights overseas. Its interesting how low-key you are, Eirene. You don't mind if I call you Eirene, do you? Miss Sullivan seems too formal for a new friend. And we are friends."

Yeah.

Eirene merely smiles, and tries to ignore the sensation that the walls are closing in on her, a common occurrence in underground bases. Hopefully Clark will realize something's wrong when she doesn't show up at the Planet to take him to lunch .... half an hour ago, according to her watch.
dovelike: (amused smile)
"And as you can see, the floorplan is open, which allows you to set up the interior as you see fit, without the distraction of walls."

Eirene stares at the real estate agent for a moment, idly rubbing at the back of her neck. There are only four days left before she needs to return, and of the dozen places they've looked at, Clark's managed to frighten each landlord into telling them why the rent is so cheap.

She can't wait to find out what's wrong with this one, especially since it's only four hundred a month and nearer the business district than not.

"And the utilities are included in the rent, right? Not counting the security deposit."
dovelike: (seriously thoughful)
Metropolis Children's Hospital

Days like today are what keep Eirene coming back to this small hospital in the middle of Kansas. Watching a thirteen year old with once-inoperable pancreatic cancer walk down the hallway to her parents, who are standing with the resident cancer specialist and trying to figure out what happened.

Eirene knows and she glances down at her hands with a faint smile.Miracles. One 'twenty year old' volunteer can do more in the weekend mornings she volunteers than the vicious decease still trying to kill a host of other kids on this floor. If she's lucky, she can save another life today, but her energy reserves haven't been replenished by rest in the last few days.

She's settled into a booth at the corner diner not half an hour later, sipping an herbal tea and flipping through the Planet for anything out of the ordinary. For the curious: she looks like any other college student; a Met U sweater, jeans and Birkenstocks.
dovelike: (milliways room)
The room is small. It's furnished. It has a desk, on which is piled a stack of movies. It has a shelf, in which is set many artistic looking supplies. It has a dresser, where the clothing lives.

And it has a bed.


[continued from here. Also, adult content ahoy. No kids.]
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