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roxyImagine I'm waving my arms up and down and my head is rotating and little lights are blinking on and off. Go ahead. I'll wait. Are you doing it? Good! (you know, sadly i'm built as lot like that robot.) Ah, anyway the warning is there will be a lot of posting going on here, but it'll be a lot of different stories. why? I don't know--because I feel like it? I just want to share with you, my friends. Plus I'm trying to get my thoughts together for Alexei.
Thus, while we wait for Pete to be rescued from selling the Bitter Matches of Despair on the cold and slushy Street Corner of Psychic Pain and Alexei to get back from Father and Son Day at the Day Camp of Wildy Inappropiate Behavior here's a little something I think I might call Dis Pater...you know me, I like to kick the titles around a bit. Anyhoo--tell me what you think, please! *holds little hat in tiny t-rex paws and turns shimmery anime eyes up to you, (would a lip quiver be overkill?)*
Dis Pater
Lex could see the ground dropping rapidly away from the chopper, wind rushed around the widows and the sound escalated his fear, he was beyond nervous; every dip and waggle of the helicopter made his blood freeze and his heart slam in his throat. Damn, he was so scared, and all he could do was smile down at his brother and tighten his arm carefully around his shoulders, enough to comfort but not enough to hurt, and not so tight that he telegraphed his fear. He fought to keep his eyes open and his smile easy—it was hard to keep his lips from trembling as he grinned down into the trusting face turned up to him. Lucas thought he was brave and Lex was doing his best to be that brave big brother Lucas expected him to be.
His dad looked at him, and Lex could see the ghost of a smile there. Lex knew he knew that the flight was pure misery for him, knew he masked his fear for Lucas’ sake. His dad looked proud of him.
Sure. Of course. He probably was proud. He thought this whole facing your fear thing was a character builder. Why not, after all, his dad wasn’t afraid of anything. Dad had no idea how it felt to be this frightened.
Lionel reached over and squeezed his hand briefly before saying something to the pilot. The helicopter angled down towards a big stone mansion and a landing pad behind it, and Lucas closed his eyes and leaned hard against him. Lex tightened his arms around him and closed his own eyes. He could feel Lucas’ heart beating rabbit fast, so hard he could feel it against his own ribs. Lucas’s hands wrapped themselves tight in Lex’s t-shirt and he could hear him whimpering faintly. Lex closed his eyes, and then he felt the warm solid weight of his dad’s arm around his shoulders. A wave of relief swept him and for a moment he felt about two years old again, safe and content because dad was there.
The helicopter touched down, and the boys looked in open-mouthed amazement at the huge turreted stone manse towering behind the landing pad.
Lucas yanked on Lex’s shirt, “Look! It’s a castle! Did you know daddy had a castle? Isn’t it beautiful! Do you think there are knights?”
Lex smirked. It’s pretty darn hideous, he thought to himself. Only his dad would want to lay claim to something so butt-ugly. Good move on Dad’s part to tuck it away in this backwater farm country. So, this is the fabled ancestral home, eh?
As much as he loved his dad, he was aware that he was given to occasional…enthusiasms, and that he was more than willing to edit past or present to fit in line with whatever was his current fixation. Like having an ancestral family home. Oh well. Lex was sure it was *someone's* ancestral family home.
Lionel hustled them swiftly into a waiting limousine and they were on the way to his destination, rolling past fields thick with wheat or corn, rolling pastures and mildly curious cows leaning against wooden rails, watching them fly past.
Lucas looked out the window and exclaimed loudly every time they passed cows or horses, excitement at seeing his picture books come to life fueling his enthusiasm, and his volume.
“Look, look Lex! Cows—real cows, wow, they smell! Oh look horses too, they’re really big, gosh I didn’t think they’d be so big did you? Chickens! Look! Chickens….”
Lex tuned out the earsplitting commentary easily and played his electronic game with a concentration that bordered on fanaticism. It was fine for Lucas to be excited about farm animals, but there wasn’t a thing outside of the car window worth looking at as far as he was concerned. Sure, occasionally he had to look up to shush Lucas—and comment to make him happy, but please. Horsies and moo-moos were hardly of interest to *him*.
They stopped at a large farm and Lex and Lucas followed their father out to the farmhouse, and stood nearby, fidgeting as Lionel spoke to several men there. Finally he gave them permission to walk around a little and Lucas took off like a shot. Lex yelled for him to come back. Naturally Lucas took that as a challenge and sped off giggling into a field, instantly disappearing into the corn.
“Lex.” his father said and Lex sighed deeply. He didn’t have to be reminded; he knew what his job was. Lucas was a huge pain in the butt. Huge.
“Lucas! Come out of there! You can’t run in the field like that! You’ll mess up the corn!” Damn it, he growled to himself and ran to catch up with the little pain. When he got him he was going to kick his butt.
He dashed past the stalks and yelped when the leaves slashed at him, Swear I’m going to punch his lights out—A wind seemed to have swept up out of no-where, the sky darkened and the stalks around them swayed like live things. He heard a scream and immediately ran flat out, ran so hard he couldn’t yell himself, and found Lucas face down in the dirt crying and screaming.
“What is it?” He was panting so hard he could hardly speak and when Lucas held up his hand he gasped and felt even more breathless.
Lex could see a small –hole—burnt into Lucas’ little hand, the boy was screaming, tears ran down his face and Lex threw himself down next to him and grabbed his hand, gently cradling it.
“What happened baby boy, what happened?”
Lucas pulled himself together enough to scream, “Don’t call me baby boy,” and at that moment the sky exploded, the earth shook and heaved. Lex threw himself on top on Lucas, curled himself around him and a burning wind roared over the field smashing the tall stalks flat and pressing them into the ground. Pressure and heat sucked the air from the boys’ lungs and Lex felt himself sailing down into a black pit, he was terrified for Lucas, his last conscious thought was of his brother.
tbc---my new mantra *G*
Thus, while we wait for Pete to be rescued from selling the Bitter Matches of Despair on the cold and slushy Street Corner of Psychic Pain and Alexei to get back from Father and Son Day at the Day Camp of Wildy Inappropiate Behavior here's a little something I think I might call Dis Pater...you know me, I like to kick the titles around a bit. Anyhoo--tell me what you think, please! *holds little hat in tiny t-rex paws and turns shimmery anime eyes up to you, (would a lip quiver be overkill?)*
Dis Pater
Lex could see the ground dropping rapidly away from the chopper, wind rushed around the widows and the sound escalated his fear, he was beyond nervous; every dip and waggle of the helicopter made his blood freeze and his heart slam in his throat. Damn, he was so scared, and all he could do was smile down at his brother and tighten his arm carefully around his shoulders, enough to comfort but not enough to hurt, and not so tight that he telegraphed his fear. He fought to keep his eyes open and his smile easy—it was hard to keep his lips from trembling as he grinned down into the trusting face turned up to him. Lucas thought he was brave and Lex was doing his best to be that brave big brother Lucas expected him to be.
His dad looked at him, and Lex could see the ghost of a smile there. Lex knew he knew that the flight was pure misery for him, knew he masked his fear for Lucas’ sake. His dad looked proud of him.
Sure. Of course. He probably was proud. He thought this whole facing your fear thing was a character builder. Why not, after all, his dad wasn’t afraid of anything. Dad had no idea how it felt to be this frightened.
Lionel reached over and squeezed his hand briefly before saying something to the pilot. The helicopter angled down towards a big stone mansion and a landing pad behind it, and Lucas closed his eyes and leaned hard against him. Lex tightened his arms around him and closed his own eyes. He could feel Lucas’ heart beating rabbit fast, so hard he could feel it against his own ribs. Lucas’s hands wrapped themselves tight in Lex’s t-shirt and he could hear him whimpering faintly. Lex closed his eyes, and then he felt the warm solid weight of his dad’s arm around his shoulders. A wave of relief swept him and for a moment he felt about two years old again, safe and content because dad was there.
The helicopter touched down, and the boys looked in open-mouthed amazement at the huge turreted stone manse towering behind the landing pad.
Lucas yanked on Lex’s shirt, “Look! It’s a castle! Did you know daddy had a castle? Isn’t it beautiful! Do you think there are knights?”
Lex smirked. It’s pretty darn hideous, he thought to himself. Only his dad would want to lay claim to something so butt-ugly. Good move on Dad’s part to tuck it away in this backwater farm country. So, this is the fabled ancestral home, eh?
As much as he loved his dad, he was aware that he was given to occasional…enthusiasms, and that he was more than willing to edit past or present to fit in line with whatever was his current fixation. Like having an ancestral family home. Oh well. Lex was sure it was *someone's* ancestral family home.
Lionel hustled them swiftly into a waiting limousine and they were on the way to his destination, rolling past fields thick with wheat or corn, rolling pastures and mildly curious cows leaning against wooden rails, watching them fly past.
Lucas looked out the window and exclaimed loudly every time they passed cows or horses, excitement at seeing his picture books come to life fueling his enthusiasm, and his volume.
“Look, look Lex! Cows—real cows, wow, they smell! Oh look horses too, they’re really big, gosh I didn’t think they’d be so big did you? Chickens! Look! Chickens….”
Lex tuned out the earsplitting commentary easily and played his electronic game with a concentration that bordered on fanaticism. It was fine for Lucas to be excited about farm animals, but there wasn’t a thing outside of the car window worth looking at as far as he was concerned. Sure, occasionally he had to look up to shush Lucas—and comment to make him happy, but please. Horsies and moo-moos were hardly of interest to *him*.
They stopped at a large farm and Lex and Lucas followed their father out to the farmhouse, and stood nearby, fidgeting as Lionel spoke to several men there. Finally he gave them permission to walk around a little and Lucas took off like a shot. Lex yelled for him to come back. Naturally Lucas took that as a challenge and sped off giggling into a field, instantly disappearing into the corn.
“Lex.” his father said and Lex sighed deeply. He didn’t have to be reminded; he knew what his job was. Lucas was a huge pain in the butt. Huge.
“Lucas! Come out of there! You can’t run in the field like that! You’ll mess up the corn!” Damn it, he growled to himself and ran to catch up with the little pain. When he got him he was going to kick his butt.
He dashed past the stalks and yelped when the leaves slashed at him, Swear I’m going to punch his lights out—A wind seemed to have swept up out of no-where, the sky darkened and the stalks around them swayed like live things. He heard a scream and immediately ran flat out, ran so hard he couldn’t yell himself, and found Lucas face down in the dirt crying and screaming.
“What is it?” He was panting so hard he could hardly speak and when Lucas held up his hand he gasped and felt even more breathless.
Lex could see a small –hole—burnt into Lucas’ little hand, the boy was screaming, tears ran down his face and Lex threw himself down next to him and grabbed his hand, gently cradling it.
“What happened baby boy, what happened?”
Lucas pulled himself together enough to scream, “Don’t call me baby boy,” and at that moment the sky exploded, the earth shook and heaved. Lex threw himself on top on Lucas, curled himself around him and a burning wind roared over the field smashing the tall stalks flat and pressing them into the ground. Pressure and heat sucked the air from the boys’ lungs and Lex felt himself sailing down into a black pit, he was terrified for Lucas, his last conscious thought was of his brother.
tbc---my new mantra *G*
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4/13/05 12:42 pm (UTC)Such an interesting idea! And what's going to happen to Lex and Lucas?
And - Wait just a gosh darned minute!!! Is that a nice-ish Lionel I spy?? What can the world be coming to?!! ;D
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4/13/05 10:13 pm (UTC)what's going to happpen to Lex and Lucas? Why, Roxy stuff of cawse! And saaaaayyyy, what's wrong with a nice-ish Lionel?
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4/13/05 01:16 pm (UTC)Sheesh.
Suck me all in and then fade to black??
*whaps you*
*changes mind*
*snogs you*
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4/13/05 06:49 pm (UTC)Okay, don't answer that.
This is a fascinating AU.
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4/13/05 10:41 pm (UTC)And I love your new mantra! ;-)
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4/13/05 11:05 pm (UTC)*G* good!
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4/15/05 04:34 am (UTC)I am so intrigued this is all you're getting for now!
*zooms off*
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