Drabble: Silver and Gold
Jun. 4th, 2009 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Silver and Gold
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 363
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mithen! Happy Birthday! *glomps* This could be seen as a sequel to the fic that was your present last year - Bliss.
Clark held Bruce carefully in his arms as he slept. His lover was exhausted; there were dark smudges under his eyes, the lines of his body told how deep his exhaustion was. But he was sleeping peacefully at least, no nightmares were haunting him tonight, as they too often did.
Instead, he was sprawled across the bed and Clark, breathing deep and slow. A healing sleep, a restorative sleep.
Moonlight was spilling across the bed, touching his love, and as fanciful as the thought was, he couldn't help but think that it was healing Bruce, the same way that sunlight healed him.
Clark brushed a strand of hair away from his face, Bruce never stirring, showing just how exhausted he was, how much he trusted the man he had allowed into his bed. Very carefully, very gently, Clark brushed his lips against Bruce's shoulder, over one of his many scars.
It hurt him when he looked at them, a stabbing pain, deep inside at the very core of him, whenever he saw one of Bruce's scars, or all too often a fresh wound, the smell of blood and antiseptic overwhelming his senses.
But they were more than that, they were reminders of how strong his love was, how brave he was, constantly going out and fighting, never giving in, no matter how the odds were stacked against him.
Clark felt his heart aching, a fierce joy and awe contrasting almost painfully with grief and sorrow, for he knew that one day it wouldn't be enough, that Bruce would fall at last, never to rise again again.
He would be alone, then. Alone, for the rest of his life, no dark shadowed man at his back, protecting him. He did need protecting, even if Bruce was the only one who realized that.
Bruce moved slightly, then flung an arm over him, pulling him close. Clark breathed in deeply, the smell that was uniquely Bruce.
But that day wasn't today. Bruce was resting in his arms, exhausted, yes, but whole. His heartbeat was a rhythm in his ears, steady and strong. Not today.
If all Clark had was memories... he would make them count.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 363
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
mithen! Happy Birthday! *glomps* This could be seen as a sequel to the fic that was your present last year - Bliss.Clark held Bruce carefully in his arms as he slept. His lover was exhausted; there were dark smudges under his eyes, the lines of his body told how deep his exhaustion was. But he was sleeping peacefully at least, no nightmares were haunting him tonight, as they too often did.
Instead, he was sprawled across the bed and Clark, breathing deep and slow. A healing sleep, a restorative sleep.
Moonlight was spilling across the bed, touching his love, and as fanciful as the thought was, he couldn't help but think that it was healing Bruce, the same way that sunlight healed him.
Clark brushed a strand of hair away from his face, Bruce never stirring, showing just how exhausted he was, how much he trusted the man he had allowed into his bed. Very carefully, very gently, Clark brushed his lips against Bruce's shoulder, over one of his many scars.
It hurt him when he looked at them, a stabbing pain, deep inside at the very core of him, whenever he saw one of Bruce's scars, or all too often a fresh wound, the smell of blood and antiseptic overwhelming his senses.
But they were more than that, they were reminders of how strong his love was, how brave he was, constantly going out and fighting, never giving in, no matter how the odds were stacked against him.
Clark felt his heart aching, a fierce joy and awe contrasting almost painfully with grief and sorrow, for he knew that one day it wouldn't be enough, that Bruce would fall at last, never to rise again again.
He would be alone, then. Alone, for the rest of his life, no dark shadowed man at his back, protecting him. He did need protecting, even if Bruce was the only one who realized that.
Bruce moved slightly, then flung an arm over him, pulling him close. Clark breathed in deeply, the smell that was uniquely Bruce.
But that day wasn't today. Bruce was resting in his arms, exhausted, yes, but whole. His heartbeat was a rhythm in his ears, steady and strong. Not today.
If all Clark had was memories... he would make them count.
