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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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 5. Family
Dec. 12th, 2009 10:42 pmAs bad as things were, the people in camp had become like family, and her family deserved to have Christmas, no matter how meager.
[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]
"Every man at some point in his life is going to loose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to loose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not loose himself."
Amazing how one person could seemingly make or break a world. How long Clark Kent had been gone from this one, she didn't know. If she kept track, she would feel the hole that was there since he and Doomsday destroyed each other. Everyone felt the loss, not just in Smallville, but in Metropolis as well. Lana hadn't counted the number at his funeral, but there was a crowd. She'd been there in body, and arm wrapped around the shoulder of his mother. Her mind, however, was barely present. Everything seemed cold and distant and despite in deep ache in her chest, she hadn't cried. Even now, after what seemed like an eternity, she hadn't.
( *** )
Amazing how one person could seemingly make or break a world. How long Clark Kent had been gone from this one, she didn't know. If she kept track, she would feel the hole that was there since he and Doomsday destroyed each other. Everyone felt the loss, not just in Smallville, but in Metropolis as well. Lana hadn't counted the number at his funeral, but there was a crowd. She'd been there in body, and arm wrapped around the shoulder of his mother. Her mind, however, was barely present. Everything seemed cold and distant and despite in deep ache in her chest, she hadn't cried. Even now, after what seemed like an eternity, she hadn't.
( *** )
"When the designs are chosen with care, tattoos have a power and magic all their own. They decorate the body but they also enhance the soul."
Exactly twenty years ago, Lewis and Laura Lang died in Smallville's first meteor shower, and like every year she could remember, Lana had trouble getting to sleep. This year, however, it seemed harder. No matter how she tried to relax, her mind just didn't want to wind down. When it was almost four, she gave up and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.
As the water soaked her hair, she considering staying home from work, but quickly dismissed it. She'd already spent nearly a full two weeks away in the past month. Skipping out at the first sign of trouble had become a bad habit of hers. Though she was sure she had needed her impromptu vacation, her yearly case of insomnia wasn't an excuse to call in.
( *** )
Exactly twenty years ago, Lewis and Laura Lang died in Smallville's first meteor shower, and like every year she could remember, Lana had trouble getting to sleep. This year, however, it seemed harder. No matter how she tried to relax, her mind just didn't want to wind down. When it was almost four, she gave up and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.
As the water soaked her hair, she considering staying home from work, but quickly dismissed it. She'd already spent nearly a full two weeks away in the past month. Skipping out at the first sign of trouble had become a bad habit of hers. Though she was sure she had needed her impromptu vacation, her yearly case of insomnia wasn't an excuse to call in.
( *** )
musesandlyrics :: So Real - Jeff Buckley
Oct. 6th, 2009 09:58 pmAnd I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under
For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.
When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.
( But it never was, was it? )
[ooc: Open for RP with
likely_evil, if the idiot wants to call her.]
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under
For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.
When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.
( But it never was, was it? )
[ooc: Open for RP with
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insane100 :: Pig In A Poke
Sep. 23rd, 2009 03:09 am[ooc: This is...weird, but the idea came, and I've had a hard time writing anything, so I'm going with it. Basically an AU of SPN 3.11 Mystery Spot. Dean/Lana. Yes, that's what I said. The things I write to get out of a rut.]
( If you finish that sentence, I swear to GOD... )
( If you finish that sentence, I swear to GOD... )
justprompts :: Pray
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:50 pm[ooc: Set in the Langchester verse, somewhere at the tail end of Supernatural Season 4. Sam is
likely_evil, Dean is
winchesterjerk.]
"Um..."
Lana stood on her balcony, looking up at the stars. It had been many, many years since she'd attempted any sort of prayer. Since she'd learned the certainty of the existence of angels and demons, the subject had passed through her mind several times; this was her finally facing it.
"You probably don't care about anything I have to say." She gave a soft laugh. "I mean, who is Lana Lang?" She paused, pursing her lips before continuing. "There's obviously something big happening here, and the Winchesters are in the middle of it all." Another pause. "I know Sam—probably isn't your favorite person right now—and I don't exactly blame you for that—but he's a good man. He's really lost right now, but that doesn't mean he has to stay that way."
Lana took a deep breath. Her eyes were starting to water and it was getting harder to speak.
"Please...I'll never ask for anything else, just-bring him back from where he's going."
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"Um..."
Lana stood on her balcony, looking up at the stars. It had been many, many years since she'd attempted any sort of prayer. Since she'd learned the certainty of the existence of angels and demons, the subject had passed through her mind several times; this was her finally facing it.
"You probably don't care about anything I have to say." She gave a soft laugh. "I mean, who is Lana Lang?" She paused, pursing her lips before continuing. "There's obviously something big happening here, and the Winchesters are in the middle of it all." Another pause. "I know Sam—probably isn't your favorite person right now—and I don't exactly blame you for that—but he's a good man. He's really lost right now, but that doesn't mean he has to stay that way."
Lana took a deep breath. Her eyes were starting to water and it was getting harder to speak.
"Please...I'll never ask for anything else, just-bring him back from where he's going."
13superstition :: Tommy/Lana :: Salt
Jul. 11th, 2009 05:43 amLana closed her eyes as the salty breeze sweep across the beach, blowing what was left of that signature long, dark hair behind back behind her head. She couldn't remember this last time she'd felt this at peace, or if she ever had at all. It had been about two months since she'd arrived in Reefside and it already felt like home. Somehow, she felt like she fit here in a way she never had in Smallville or Metropolis. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the place, but whatever it was, she was glad she'd found it.
When her eyes opened again, she spotted Tommy, who was making quite a fool of himself down in the water. She'd thought him so serious when they'd first met, but learned rather slowly there was more than one side to him. In some ways he reminded her of Clark, but in others he was entirely different. No matter what she revealed to him about her past, he never looked at her with judgment, but with understanding. How he could was still a mystery she wanted to unravel, but she was far too content with the way things were to risk the damage her prying might do.
Lana still wasn't sure how she felt about him, but that was okay. This time, she would take things slow and steady.
When her eyes opened again, she spotted Tommy, who was making quite a fool of himself down in the water. She'd thought him so serious when they'd first met, but learned rather slowly there was more than one side to him. In some ways he reminded her of Clark, but in others he was entirely different. No matter what she revealed to him about her past, he never looked at her with judgment, but with understanding. How he could was still a mystery she wanted to unravel, but she was far too content with the way things were to risk the damage her prying might do.
Lana still wasn't sure how she felt about him, but that was okay. This time, she would take things slow and steady.
[ooc: Also a
charloft drabble, Incarcerated!Lana for
likely_evil. Not binding to any muse, just fun AU goodness or so I hope.]
Lana took a sip of her coffee as she stared at what she knew was a two way mirror. Lex Luthor was dead and she was the prime suspect. The turn of the door nob caught her attention, and she watched as the tall black man swaggered into the room.
"Lana Luthor." He nodded to himself. "Guess you took the mentality along with the name."
"I didn't kill my husband, Agent Henriksen. Look at me. Do you really think I could manage something like that?"
"No, not alone." A folder hit the desk, Sam's Little Rock mugshot on the top of the pile. "I think your psycho demon-chasing boyfriend gave you a little help."
"Lex had plenty of enemies. Neither of us had anything to do with it."
Henriksen rested his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward. "If you didn't kill him, Lana, then tell me, what were you doing at the time of the murder?"
Lana leaned forward calmly, mirroring him, not at all intimidated. "Sam."
"Excuse me?"
She gave him a small grin. "I was doing Sam."
He looked at her in disbelief. "You're using sex as an alibi?"
She shrugged. "It's the truth." Her head tilted a little. "Tell me, Agent Henriksen, how did I manage to kill the great Lex Luthor when I was pinned to the bed of a hotel room? You've seen Sam. He's huge." She raised her eyebrows. "And I do mean huge."
He looked at her for a moment before pushing himself back up to a standing position. "You're as bad as Dean, you know that?"
Her grin grew into a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Lana didn't usually speak so bluntly about her sex life, but Henriksen's reaction was well worth it.
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Lana took a sip of her coffee as she stared at what she knew was a two way mirror. Lex Luthor was dead and she was the prime suspect. The turn of the door nob caught her attention, and she watched as the tall black man swaggered into the room.
"Lana Luthor." He nodded to himself. "Guess you took the mentality along with the name."
"I didn't kill my husband, Agent Henriksen. Look at me. Do you really think I could manage something like that?"
"No, not alone." A folder hit the desk, Sam's Little Rock mugshot on the top of the pile. "I think your psycho demon-chasing boyfriend gave you a little help."
"Lex had plenty of enemies. Neither of us had anything to do with it."
Henriksen rested his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward. "If you didn't kill him, Lana, then tell me, what were you doing at the time of the murder?"
Lana leaned forward calmly, mirroring him, not at all intimidated. "Sam."
"Excuse me?"
She gave him a small grin. "I was doing Sam."
He looked at her in disbelief. "You're using sex as an alibi?"
She shrugged. "It's the truth." Her head tilted a little. "Tell me, Agent Henriksen, how did I manage to kill the great Lex Luthor when I was pinned to the bed of a hotel room? You've seen Sam. He's huge." She raised her eyebrows. "And I do mean huge."
He looked at her for a moment before pushing himself back up to a standing position. "You're as bad as Dean, you know that?"
Her grin grew into a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Lana didn't usually speak so bluntly about her sex life, but Henriksen's reaction was well worth it.
I can barely tell the difference between what is real and what I believe. For example, this letter in my hand-- I can feel it between my fingers. The paper is smooth, except in the creases. I can unfold it, and fold it again. As certain as I am sitting here now, this letter exists.
And yet.
In my heart, I know my hand is empty.
- History of Love
( Spoilers for Supernatural Season 4, also known as the most scarring season of television ever. Am I dead yet? )
And yet.
In my heart, I know my hand is empty.
- History of Love
( Spoilers for Supernatural Season 4, also known as the most scarring season of television ever. Am I dead yet? )
muses_w_remotes :: 12.8 Mrs Doubtfire
May. 1st, 2009 04:43 am[ooc: Applies to no muses. Just something I needed to write to stop my head from hurting.]
“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”
( Spoilers for Supernatural 4.20 )
“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”
( Spoilers for Supernatural 4.20 )
[ooc: Dated back to the day after their first date, which is here. Please do not click there unless you're ready for a long read. That thread is 225 comments long.]
( I feel like I'm falling for you / but I'm scared to let go / I'm scared cause my heart has been hurt so )
( I feel like I'm falling for you / but I'm scared to let go / I'm scared cause my heart has been hurt so )
[ooc: Meta and ooc replies only. Think of this as sort of a voiceover like in a movie or television. Just thoughts spoken in the head, which is why it's all in italics.]
You think I don't see it. You think I don't see you.
( ... )
You think I don't see it. You think I don't see you.
( ... )