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[Made this with you and our original verse in mind, baby. I hope you enjoy it.]
( It's never enough // no matter how many miles stand between us this is love )
( It's never enough // no matter how many miles stand between us this is love )
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faded_facade for The Doomed Ship Comment Ficathon with the prompt "don't fear me baby, it's just destiny".]
( For the longest time, the only thing she thought she could bring him was misery. )
faded_facade for The Doomed Ship Comment Ficathon with the prompt "don't fear me baby, it's just destiny".]( For the longest time, the only thing she thought she could bring him was misery. )
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts
( Beware of angst. )
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts
( Beware of angst. )
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sunday_reveries :: Gregory Maguire quote
Mar. 13th, 2010 09:23 pm"Love makes hunters of us all."
There are nights when she is restless, when the routine of the day leaves her parched. There is nothing in the warm tones of her opulent dwelling to fill in the cracks; not the art, not her husband, not even her infant daughter who knows nothing of her but milk and need and the comforting familiarity. It's all so empty, so arid to her, and she can't put her finger on why.
And so, she drives. She drives until she finds herself in Metropolis. Her feet take her where they always do, to a club, and she stays until she finds a man. He's the same every time: dark hair, well-built, and tall enough that he has to stoop down to kiss her. Their kisses lead them elsewhere, whether to hotel, her car, or even just the closest place secluded enough to lose themselves in each other.
As soon as it's over, she drives home again.
She's not satisfied, but it's enough.
There are nights when she is restless, when the routine of the day leaves her parched. There is nothing in the warm tones of her opulent dwelling to fill in the cracks; not the art, not her husband, not even her infant daughter who knows nothing of her but milk and need and the comforting familiarity. It's all so empty, so arid to her, and she can't put her finger on why.
And so, she drives. She drives until she finds herself in Metropolis. Her feet take her where they always do, to a club, and she stays until she finds a man. He's the same every time: dark hair, well-built, and tall enough that he has to stoop down to kiss her. Their kisses lead them elsewhere, whether to hotel, her car, or even just the closest place secluded enough to lose themselves in each other.
As soon as it's over, she drives home again.
She's not satisfied, but it's enough.
just_muse_me :: 27.8.3 Room Service
Jan. 29th, 2010 07:30 pm[ooc: Written for the lovely lady behind likely_evil. Not binding, just an attempt at cheering up a friend while trying to get back into the swing of things. Hope you like short and crappy sweet, baby. I'm out of practice.]
Sam had stopped calling when he was in Smallville, not that he'd ever really done so in the first place. He would just randomly turn up, waiting on her porch after work, at the stables when she went to ride, in her office wearing nothing but boots and a trench coat. Sometimes he just let himself in and crawl into bed with her. This time, however, he was waiting for her in that bed, and it didn't take her very long to strip down and join him.
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likely_evil. Not binding, just an attempt at cheering up a friend while trying to get back into the swing of things. Hope you like short and Sam had stopped calling when he was in Smallville, not that he'd ever really done so in the first place. He would just randomly turn up, waiting on her porch after work, at the stables when she went to ride, in her office wearing nothing but boots and a trench coat. Sometimes he just let himself in and crawl into bed with her. This time, however, he was waiting for her in that bed, and it didn't take her very long to strip down and join him.
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musebysentence :: Advent 11. Stocking
Dec. 24th, 2009 10:16 pmLana watched as he hung the children's stockings before ushering them off to bed, allowing them to play their secret annual roles of Santa and Mrs. Claus.
[ooc: If you're wondering who he is, I left that as a mystery on purpose. ;-) ]
[ooc: If you're wondering who he is, I left that as a mystery on purpose. ;-) ]
musebysentence :: Advent 9. Holiday
Dec. 18th, 2009 02:47 am[ooc: Dedicated to poor_imitation and his mun.]
She was surprised at how he embraced her favorite holiday so readily, but it wasn't as if she could complain.
poor_imitation and his mun.]She was surprised at how he embraced her favorite holiday so readily, but it wasn't as if she could complain.
musebysentence :: Advent 15. Open fire
Dec. 17th, 2009 03:46 amLana quickly learned that an open fire isn't such a holiday treat when your child is apparently a pyromaniac.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
musebysentence :: Advent 16. Tradition
Dec. 14th, 2009 10:22 pmOf all the traditions they'd started together, Lois and Lana's favorite was dragging Clark to the Planet's annual Christmas party.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
musebysentence :: Advent 17. Snowman
Dec. 13th, 2009 07:05 pmLana was the only one in Smallville or anywhere else to have a snowdevil in her yard, courtesy of the blonde who lived in her old apartment.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
musebysentence :: Advent 6. Singing
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:32 pmSinging wasn't one of her talents, but that didn't stop Lana from belting out her favorite holiday songs as they played on her radio on the way to work.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
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musebysentence :: Advent 2. Present
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:42 pmLana was sure demons didn't celebrate Christmas, but that didn't stop her from looking for a gift for Ruby.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
musebysentence :: Advent 23. Celebrate
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:20 pmApocalypse or not, Lana was going to give her boys the best Christmas celebration she could.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
musebysentence :: Advent 3. Snow
Dec. 7th, 2009 07:29 pmIt was around this time of year Lana missed Clark the most, but when she watched JC play with Chloe and Martha in the snow, she almost felt like he was still with them.
[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]
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