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crack_van2006-04-17 01:48 pm
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Before the Songs Were Made by Emelerin (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
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emelerin
Author Website: Fic at the Archive at the End of the Universe
Why this must be read: It's hard to pull off a fic that is mostly internal, where the dialogue falls neatly between dense paragraphs of thought, but this is one of the best. Lex finds Clark in his wine cellar--"the lowest point in Smallville," Clark says--and that really is the metaphor for their relationship. They're no longer friends, and yet there's so much between them, including a desire to set things right. Clark is drinking and reckless and afraid, and he's tired of all of the things that have made him feel trapped by who he is. He needs something that only Lex can give him because Lex understands being afraid of who he is. (And if that's not enough to sell you on the story, there's hot sex in the wine cellar. *G*)
There it is. Clark can't be bothered to make something up. Doesn't feel like telling the truth. Rarely gets that urge anymore. He wonders briefly when it ended. When he stopped feeling as if his truths would soak through his skin in Lex's presence, as if the need to share was so strong that somehow they would find a way through his impermeable hide and dance out into the room to join all the other things that hung in the air whenever he looked at his friend. He thinks it was probably after he realized that Lex didn't really want them anymore. When it became obvious that the air around them was filled with combustibles made to ignite on contact with anything approaching truth. Clark thinks of their last meeting in Metropolis, a crazy afternoon of stilted conversation and flinching fingers, and he doesn't see how it could be any other way. He takes another drink, and offers the bottle in lieu of an answer.
Read the story: Before the Songs Were Made, and let the author know what you think.
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ:
emelerinAuthor Website: Fic at the Archive at the End of the Universe
Why this must be read: It's hard to pull off a fic that is mostly internal, where the dialogue falls neatly between dense paragraphs of thought, but this is one of the best. Lex finds Clark in his wine cellar--"the lowest point in Smallville," Clark says--and that really is the metaphor for their relationship. They're no longer friends, and yet there's so much between them, including a desire to set things right. Clark is drinking and reckless and afraid, and he's tired of all of the things that have made him feel trapped by who he is. He needs something that only Lex can give him because Lex understands being afraid of who he is. (And if that's not enough to sell you on the story, there's hot sex in the wine cellar. *G*)
There it is. Clark can't be bothered to make something up. Doesn't feel like telling the truth. Rarely gets that urge anymore. He wonders briefly when it ended. When he stopped feeling as if his truths would soak through his skin in Lex's presence, as if the need to share was so strong that somehow they would find a way through his impermeable hide and dance out into the room to join all the other things that hung in the air whenever he looked at his friend. He thinks it was probably after he realized that Lex didn't really want them anymore. When it became obvious that the air around them was filled with combustibles made to ignite on contact with anything approaching truth. Clark thinks of their last meeting in Metropolis, a crazy afternoon of stilted conversation and flinching fingers, and he doesn't see how it could be any other way. He takes another drink, and offers the bottle in lieu of an answer.
Read the story: Before the Songs Were Made, and let the author know what you think.