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manorsuperman) wrote2009-06-13 08:39 am
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sunday_reveries :: Grey's Anatomy Quote
"People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories, diagrams of all their old wounds."
[ooc: Please remember that this is history from a previous pan-fandom RP I participated in, and the Bart Allen in this, though of Smallville canon, is several years older than Lana.]
She sat on the edge of lavish sheets, arms limp and shoulders slumped, eyes staring bleakly at nothing. She'd been avoidant in the past few days, barely leaving the room let alone the mansion. Even with Bart she was distant. She flinched at his touch, had to force herself to even look at him. Part of her felt dead. If it weren't for the emotional sting, she would have thought maybe she was.
She thought she'd escaped Isobel Thoreaux forever, that her ancestor was part of her past that was far behind her, but nothing was ever really over in this God forsaken city. Whatever beings were in charge here decided what would and wouldn't be. They brought her here from her own world, and others from theirs, past, present and future. She was grateful to know and love Bart rather than Lex in any form, glad to use the resources left behind by the latter to help rather than harm, more than happy to have known a version of Lois Lane who could be her best friend instead of an annoying pain in the ass. Then there were Kara and Jack. Kara wasn't from her world and Jack was a Power Ranger from 2025, but the both of them were like her children, even if neither was much younger than she was.
For all of this, she wanted to stay. The rest of it was killing her, slowly but surely.
Isobel fooled everyone at first, but not Bart. He knew just from the look in her eyes his girlfriend wasn't the one looking out. The first spell she cast seduced him, gave her free reign to use his body however she wanted. The second sent him running until Kara finally caught up to him, but not before the damage was done and he was coughing up blood. Ruby had been the one to find her out and expose her, but maybe that was the worst part. As soon as word got out, the threats poured in, and Sam Winchester was at the head of the pack.
Sam was one of the people she liked most in the city. If she allowed herself to admit it, she had a bit of a crush on him. It wasn't anything that threatened to pull her away from Bart in the least, but it was there. What she read crushed her. He thought she was a nice girl and he hoped they could find a way to get her back to normal—just so long as Isobel didn't hurt his family. If the witch so much as laid a hand on any of them, he didn't care. He would kill her. He was sure that would be what Lana wanted if they had to do it, and it was—but it hurt to know just how much she was really worth. For a possessed Sam, the world stopped to free him at all costs. For a possessed Lana, the world loaded their guns and sharpened their knives.
Her wealth wasn't really hers. Her shelter wasn't really hers. Her own body hadn't been hers for a week, and apparently, neither was her life.
She heard the covers shift, but didn't bother to turn to look at the man lying next to her. A moment later, his arms were around her waist and gently pulled her back into bed. Her muscles tightened a bit, but she didn't resist.
"Don't worry about them, beautiful," he mumbled in her ear. "They're all idiots."
Though she was still uncomfortable touching and being touched, she turned toward him, burring her face in his shoulder as she clung to him.
At least someone still thought she was beautiful.
[ooc: Please remember that this is history from a previous pan-fandom RP I participated in, and the Bart Allen in this, though of Smallville canon, is several years older than Lana.]
She sat on the edge of lavish sheets, arms limp and shoulders slumped, eyes staring bleakly at nothing. She'd been avoidant in the past few days, barely leaving the room let alone the mansion. Even with Bart she was distant. She flinched at his touch, had to force herself to even look at him. Part of her felt dead. If it weren't for the emotional sting, she would have thought maybe she was.
She thought she'd escaped Isobel Thoreaux forever, that her ancestor was part of her past that was far behind her, but nothing was ever really over in this God forsaken city. Whatever beings were in charge here decided what would and wouldn't be. They brought her here from her own world, and others from theirs, past, present and future. She was grateful to know and love Bart rather than Lex in any form, glad to use the resources left behind by the latter to help rather than harm, more than happy to have known a version of Lois Lane who could be her best friend instead of an annoying pain in the ass. Then there were Kara and Jack. Kara wasn't from her world and Jack was a Power Ranger from 2025, but the both of them were like her children, even if neither was much younger than she was.
For all of this, she wanted to stay. The rest of it was killing her, slowly but surely.
Isobel fooled everyone at first, but not Bart. He knew just from the look in her eyes his girlfriend wasn't the one looking out. The first spell she cast seduced him, gave her free reign to use his body however she wanted. The second sent him running until Kara finally caught up to him, but not before the damage was done and he was coughing up blood. Ruby had been the one to find her out and expose her, but maybe that was the worst part. As soon as word got out, the threats poured in, and Sam Winchester was at the head of the pack.
Sam was one of the people she liked most in the city. If she allowed herself to admit it, she had a bit of a crush on him. It wasn't anything that threatened to pull her away from Bart in the least, but it was there. What she read crushed her. He thought she was a nice girl and he hoped they could find a way to get her back to normal—just so long as Isobel didn't hurt his family. If the witch so much as laid a hand on any of them, he didn't care. He would kill her. He was sure that would be what Lana wanted if they had to do it, and it was—but it hurt to know just how much she was really worth. For a possessed Sam, the world stopped to free him at all costs. For a possessed Lana, the world loaded their guns and sharpened their knives.
Her wealth wasn't really hers. Her shelter wasn't really hers. Her own body hadn't been hers for a week, and apparently, neither was her life.
She heard the covers shift, but didn't bother to turn to look at the man lying next to her. A moment later, his arms were around her waist and gently pulled her back into bed. Her muscles tightened a bit, but she didn't resist.
"Don't worry about them, beautiful," he mumbled in her ear. "They're all idiots."
Though she was still uncomfortable touching and being touched, she turned toward him, burring her face in his shoulder as she clung to him.
At least someone still thought she was beautiful.