Lana Lang (decembervision) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-11 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen, lana lang (lexmas) |
Who: Lana Lang (Lexmas) and Bart Allen
What: Bart is back, and going to visit Lana. Boy will she be [pleasantly] surprised!
When: Sometime post Apocalypse. Lana really isn't keeping track of time.
Where: The mansion she is starting to hate.
Warnings: A smidge of emo, then sap! Pure sap!
Lana sniffed as she watched the credits of her latest sappy movie roll up the screen. There was a pile of tissues lying next to her on the lush couch, as well as an empty bowl with small traces of melted mocha mint ice cream. This was how it'd been since she'd heard about Bart. At first she was angry with Clark, believing it was his fault it had happened, but soon that disappeared into the background. It didn't matter why he was gone. He was just...gone. The one person who could make her laugh in the entire city was gone. There were people who made her smile, and her work made her smile, but Bart...Bart was special. She was afraid she'd never see him again, and she was trying to convince herself she would be okay. She had to be, for everyone who needed her...but everything seemed so dark.
She reached down for another tissue to wipe her face again, only to feel the cardboard hole at the top of the box. She sniffed again and grudgingly pushed herself up, straightening her black tank top before shuffling her feet toward the door, head down. She didn't even make it to the door before she ran into something. Or more like someone. She looked up, fear rising in her chest...until she saw his eyes. She knew those eyes.
She took in a slightly shaky breath, her barely-there voice full of hope, hope that this man was who she thought he was.
"Bart?"