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meimichiI've been saying since I came home that I wanted to spend a day painting outside, and since tomorrow I start work, I finally did that today. I got horribly sunburned, on just my right side since I was half in the shade (which is going to result in a truly ridiculous tan), and the painting itself was not as beautiful as it was in my head (though it's only three-fourths done, and perhaps that final fourth will make it better), but I still could not be happier.
Apparently Buriguri is going to have a new single, serving as a theme song for a summer drama! I am so ridiculously overjoyed by this. I love Tommy, but a five-year hiatus for Buriguri has been too long!
No takers thus far for the first kiss meme but I was bored and decided to entertain myself with writing some just because.
i know you've been thinking about that all day (smallville, chloe/clark)
Chloe kissed Clark Kent for the first time in the barn, dusty sunlight shining into the loft around them, his eyelashes fluttering against her skin. It was the first day they'd met, and he'd been all slow smiles and awkward charm, swathed in blue flannel, and she'd kissed him on a whim.
The Smallville rumor mill had her stamped as the sophisticated girl from Metropolis, and she'd decided that being labeled as the big-city girl meant she had a duty to corrupt the small-town young. She'd left her lip gloss smeared across Clark's mouth, and her scripted flip line fell out before she had really managed to take in Clark's reddened cheeks, the way he ran his tongue over his teeth, how he straightened his shirt with fumbling hands.
It dawned on her half a second later that it had been his first kiss, ever.
She thinks probably been in love with him since that exact moment, the one that came in the breath after she'd declared that it had been a "let's-get-this-sexual-tension-out-of-the-way-so-we-can-just-be-friends" kiss. She remembers wondering at people like Clark Kent actually existing.
Chloe is a writer and she knows the value of dramatic irony. She and Clark have never been entirely the just-friends because she's been in love with him so long that she doesn't know how not to be. And she knows now with certainty what she'd only suspected as at thirteen: that it's because there's nobody else like Clark Kent in the world.
the price of a judas kiss these days (smallville, chloe/jimmy...except not really)
Chloe first kissed Jimmy Olsen on the last day of his summer internship at the Planet, and lost her virginity to him later that night. Clark had been missing for fifty-seven days, and she told herself that it wasn't about Clark, that she was moving on, because Clark was a coward who kept running away from everything and everyone and he wasn't worth it.
She realized that it was actually probably a lot about Clark very swiftly afterwards; more like immediately, really. As a result, she found herself digging under Jimmy's bed for her left shoe and making a run for the door more hurriedly than was really prudent. Jimmy had said, "So...?" and then trailed off, and she'd smiled awkwardly and kissed him quickly goodbye. He said that he'd call her later, but it sounded more like an unsure question than a promise, and she felt like a horrible person for the entire cab ride home (but that was nothing new, just another item to add to the list).
She glimpsed Clark in Metropolis on day fifty-nine while out clubbing with girls she'd kept in touch with from her own Planet intern stint the summer before, and then she followed him back to his apartment. He was less than pleased to see her, initially slamming the door in her face. She'd leaned on his doorbell long enough to force him outside, and he dragged her away to the elevator, his thumb digging into her wrist hard enough to bruise.
"Don't tell anyone that I'm here," he told her, his tone icy and distinctly lacking in the Kent charm department.
She snatched her wrist out of his grip before the elevator doors closed. "I won't. And I've always had a decent track record with keeping the promises I make to you," she said, with all the undeserved self-righteousness she could muster.
Jimmy did not call her, not after two days, not after that week, not ever. She met Lionel once every other week on her lunch break from the Planet to tell him things about Clark he already knew, and she kept Clark's secret resolutely; because she already hated herself for betraying him once, and she could never forgive herself if she sold him out twice.
"Pining over Clark only leads to personal misery," she tells Lana a week later, and it's not a little bit funny when Lana accuses her of giving up on him too easily. He sold her out, ran away, and managed to turn into a person so different that she's actually a little bit scared of him. All of these things are true, and yet, she realizes as she watches the grey Metropolis skyline sinking through the glass walls of Clark's apartment building elevator, they haven't made her give up yet.
Round two: she calls him a coward to his face, and he screams at her to get out of his life. Afterwards, she's stalking through the parking lot towards her car, willing herself not to cry, the sound of the slammed apartment door still ringing in her ears. Right then, at the typical most inopportune moment, her cell phone rings with the tone that signals another summons from Lionel. She counts to five before she lets herself speak, swallowing the almost-tears, not letting the cracks show though her voice.
She swings by Luthorcorp on her way home, and is called out on the carpet for dishonoring their arrangement, the second week in a row. "There's nothing left to tell," she says.
"I doubt that very much, Miss Sullivan. An enterprising mind like yours should be able to work the angle of Clark's absence to your benefit." Lionel is all unwaveringly false courtesey. She doesn't let herself be taken in by that act again. Only Clark is allowed second chances.
He warns her again that she's closer to seeing the consequences of her actions (or lack thereof). Chloe thinks, as she speeds home to put as many miles between her and Metropolis as possible for the day, that she should be more afraid of that threat than she is. She thinks she probably deserves to be punished for what she's done to Clark by making this deal. The only reason she's scared at all, is because Lionel Luthor will probably dish out consequences that far exceed her just deserts.
She gets home late and feels, after the day she's had, that she deserves ice cream. She can't even seek oblivion from her crimes in a pint of Ben and Jerry's, though: her father clips out her Planet columns and hangs them on the fridge every week. The fridge is starting to get pretty crowded, and as she surveys the clippings by light of the freezer, she thinks this isn't what she wanted, not at all.
She has new computers at the Torch and a byline that's the journalistic equivalent of having her name in lights, and she would take it all away to have Clark back.
The next morning, she bites the bullet and tells Lana where he is. Lana is furious and unforgiving and already out the door to go find Clark and bring him home.
Chloe watches her walk away, knowing Lana's going to hate her for a good long while, but also that she might have more luck with helping Clark. As penances go, it's a small one, but it's a start.
Apparently Buriguri is going to have a new single, serving as a theme song for a summer drama! I am so ridiculously overjoyed by this. I love Tommy, but a five-year hiatus for Buriguri has been too long!
No takers thus far for the first kiss meme but I was bored and decided to entertain myself with writing some just because.
i know you've been thinking about that all day (smallville, chloe/clark)
Chloe kissed Clark Kent for the first time in the barn, dusty sunlight shining into the loft around them, his eyelashes fluttering against her skin. It was the first day they'd met, and he'd been all slow smiles and awkward charm, swathed in blue flannel, and she'd kissed him on a whim.
The Smallville rumor mill had her stamped as the sophisticated girl from Metropolis, and she'd decided that being labeled as the big-city girl meant she had a duty to corrupt the small-town young. She'd left her lip gloss smeared across Clark's mouth, and her scripted flip line fell out before she had really managed to take in Clark's reddened cheeks, the way he ran his tongue over his teeth, how he straightened his shirt with fumbling hands.
It dawned on her half a second later that it had been his first kiss, ever.
She thinks probably been in love with him since that exact moment, the one that came in the breath after she'd declared that it had been a "let's-get-this-sexual-tension-out-of-the-way-so-we-can-just-be-friends" kiss. She remembers wondering at people like Clark Kent actually existing.
Chloe is a writer and she knows the value of dramatic irony. She and Clark have never been entirely the just-friends because she's been in love with him so long that she doesn't know how not to be. And she knows now with certainty what she'd only suspected as at thirteen: that it's because there's nobody else like Clark Kent in the world.
the price of a judas kiss these days (smallville, chloe/jimmy...except not really)
Chloe first kissed Jimmy Olsen on the last day of his summer internship at the Planet, and lost her virginity to him later that night. Clark had been missing for fifty-seven days, and she told herself that it wasn't about Clark, that she was moving on, because Clark was a coward who kept running away from everything and everyone and he wasn't worth it.
She realized that it was actually probably a lot about Clark very swiftly afterwards; more like immediately, really. As a result, she found herself digging under Jimmy's bed for her left shoe and making a run for the door more hurriedly than was really prudent. Jimmy had said, "So...?" and then trailed off, and she'd smiled awkwardly and kissed him quickly goodbye. He said that he'd call her later, but it sounded more like an unsure question than a promise, and she felt like a horrible person for the entire cab ride home (but that was nothing new, just another item to add to the list).
She glimpsed Clark in Metropolis on day fifty-nine while out clubbing with girls she'd kept in touch with from her own Planet intern stint the summer before, and then she followed him back to his apartment. He was less than pleased to see her, initially slamming the door in her face. She'd leaned on his doorbell long enough to force him outside, and he dragged her away to the elevator, his thumb digging into her wrist hard enough to bruise.
"Don't tell anyone that I'm here," he told her, his tone icy and distinctly lacking in the Kent charm department.
She snatched her wrist out of his grip before the elevator doors closed. "I won't. And I've always had a decent track record with keeping the promises I make to you," she said, with all the undeserved self-righteousness she could muster.
Jimmy did not call her, not after two days, not after that week, not ever. She met Lionel once every other week on her lunch break from the Planet to tell him things about Clark he already knew, and she kept Clark's secret resolutely; because she already hated herself for betraying him once, and she could never forgive herself if she sold him out twice.
"Pining over Clark only leads to personal misery," she tells Lana a week later, and it's not a little bit funny when Lana accuses her of giving up on him too easily. He sold her out, ran away, and managed to turn into a person so different that she's actually a little bit scared of him. All of these things are true, and yet, she realizes as she watches the grey Metropolis skyline sinking through the glass walls of Clark's apartment building elevator, they haven't made her give up yet.
Round two: she calls him a coward to his face, and he screams at her to get out of his life. Afterwards, she's stalking through the parking lot towards her car, willing herself not to cry, the sound of the slammed apartment door still ringing in her ears. Right then, at the typical most inopportune moment, her cell phone rings with the tone that signals another summons from Lionel. She counts to five before she lets herself speak, swallowing the almost-tears, not letting the cracks show though her voice.
She swings by Luthorcorp on her way home, and is called out on the carpet for dishonoring their arrangement, the second week in a row. "There's nothing left to tell," she says.
"I doubt that very much, Miss Sullivan. An enterprising mind like yours should be able to work the angle of Clark's absence to your benefit." Lionel is all unwaveringly false courtesey. She doesn't let herself be taken in by that act again. Only Clark is allowed second chances.
He warns her again that she's closer to seeing the consequences of her actions (or lack thereof). Chloe thinks, as she speeds home to put as many miles between her and Metropolis as possible for the day, that she should be more afraid of that threat than she is. She thinks she probably deserves to be punished for what she's done to Clark by making this deal. The only reason she's scared at all, is because Lionel Luthor will probably dish out consequences that far exceed her just deserts.
She gets home late and feels, after the day she's had, that she deserves ice cream. She can't even seek oblivion from her crimes in a pint of Ben and Jerry's, though: her father clips out her Planet columns and hangs them on the fridge every week. The fridge is starting to get pretty crowded, and as she surveys the clippings by light of the freezer, she thinks this isn't what she wanted, not at all.
She has new computers at the Torch and a byline that's the journalistic equivalent of having her name in lights, and she would take it all away to have Clark back.
The next morning, she bites the bullet and tells Lana where he is. Lana is furious and unforgiving and already out the door to go find Clark and bring him home.
Chloe watches her walk away, knowing Lana's going to hate her for a good long while, but also that she might have more luck with helping Clark. As penances go, it's a small one, but it's a start.
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Date: 2008-08-14 12:50 pm (UTC)