[ Clark isn’t used to the dark or the cold. It’s a jarring experience for someone who absorbs a considerable amount of energy from a yellow sun; he’s not scared, per se, but it’ll take some time to adjust. Though the lantern he takes with him provides an all right amount of light, it’s nothing compared to a star.
The light isn't the only thing he needs to get used to, though. It didn’t snow much in Smallville, and while Metropolis had its cold spots, Clark doesn't think he's ever experienced a blizzard before. He looks out the window, lantern held up close, and exhales softly at the sight of the flurries flying all about in the air. ]
I found blankets. [ He peers his head into the room his apparent companion here’s decided to hole up in. True enough, held in the arm opposite the one with his lantern are a few rolls of them. ]
I don’t suppose you saw a fireplace in here?
run boy run.
[ Apparently trying to make peace with the animal that looked spooked by him had been a bad idea. Clark clutches his side where the creature’s claws had slashed into him, slowing from his run and seeking shelter with his back against a tree. It’s not a good look; blood leaks between his fingers, even if he presses down firmly, and though the wound isn’t nearly as bad as it would have been for a regular human, for a man used to invincibility, it sure is something.
It occurs to him as he catches his breath that his surroundings are completely dark, and Clark takes a few moments to consider why this is something he should be concerned by when he’s already surmised this whole place is dark in general.
That’s when it hits him— ] My lantern. [ And he turns his head, looking the way he’d come, only to have the darkness greet him in turn.
That is, until he sees a light.
A light means another lantern, doesn’t it? And that must mean another person. Clark gets to his feet, still clutching his wound, and makes his way towards it. ]
Hello? [ Oh, goodness, if it’s another creature, he’s going to be toast. ] Hello, is someone out there?
1000 forms of fear. ( un: kent )
I couldn’t save them.
Strange how you can still feel so much guilt over something you thought you'd moved on from.
wildcard.
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clark kent / superman | dc live-action (superman anthology + dctv)
[ Clark isn’t used to the dark or the cold. It’s a jarring experience for someone who absorbs a considerable amount of energy from a yellow sun; he’s not scared, per se, but it’ll take some time to adjust. Though the lantern he takes with him provides an all right amount of light, it’s nothing compared to a star.
The light isn't the only thing he needs to get used to, though. It didn’t snow much in Smallville, and while Metropolis had its cold spots, Clark doesn't think he's ever experienced a blizzard before. He looks out the window, lantern held up close, and exhales softly at the sight of the flurries flying all about in the air. ]
I found blankets. [ He peers his head into the room his apparent companion here’s decided to hole up in. True enough, held in the arm opposite the one with his lantern are a few rolls of them. ]
I don’t suppose you saw a fireplace in here?
run boy run.
[ Apparently trying to make peace with the animal that looked spooked by him had been a bad idea. Clark clutches his side where the creature’s claws had slashed into him, slowing from his run and seeking shelter with his back against a tree. It’s not a good look; blood leaks between his fingers, even if he presses down firmly, and though the wound isn’t nearly as bad as it would have been for a regular human, for a man used to invincibility, it sure is something.
It occurs to him as he catches his breath that his surroundings are completely dark, and Clark takes a few moments to consider why this is something he should be concerned by when he’s already surmised this whole place is dark in general.
That’s when it hits him— ] My lantern. [ And he turns his head, looking the way he’d come, only to have the darkness greet him in turn.
That is, until he sees a light.
A light means another lantern, doesn’t it? And that must mean another person. Clark gets to his feet, still clutching his wound, and makes his way towards it. ]
Hello? [ Oh, goodness, if it’s another creature, he’s going to be toast. ] Hello, is someone out there?
1000 forms of fear. ( un: kent )
I couldn’t save them.
Strange how you can still feel so much guilt over something you thought you'd moved on from.
wildcard.
[ Hit me with whatever! Feel free to PM me if you have any questions or would like me to write a starter, etc. ]