Drabbles: Perhaps Love
Aug. 4th, 2010 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Perhaps Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 379 (in total)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: A belated birthday gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hitokaji! She asked me to write something based on the song 'Perhaps Love'. The first one I wrote turned out sad, so I wrote the second one. Because you've had to wait a while, you can have them both, Hito! :) Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
Clark woke alone. He sighed, closing his eyes in pain. He still wasn't used to it. Not even after all these years. Of Bruce not lying beside him, his body, pressed close.
Clark sighed again, and heard the cheering outside, all over the planet. The War was finally over. Finally. He could rest and have peace, at last. As much peace as he could have in these days, at least.
He closed his eyes. As always, memories of Bruce flooded over him, Bruce, when they had first met, so stubborn, so prideful, so glorious. Bruce, laughing in the sunlight at something. Bruce, wolf blue eyes flashing dangerously, arguing with him. Bruce, smiling softly at him, eyes languid, after they had made love.
Pain pierced his heart, and he gasped for breath. Bruce... Oh, Bruce, did you ever think it would come to this? Clark took another gasping breath. Bruce, who had left him, at last, hundreds, thousands of years ago now. Bruce, who still held his heart, who he was still loyal to. Bruce... Bruce...
He had never wanted to live so long. Had never truly thought it was possible, until his friends had started aging around him, while he had stayed the same. He didn't want to live forever. But he would never be alone. Bruce was always with him, haunting him. The memories of their love forever burned brightly within him.
And that, at least, was small comfort.
*****
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know
He had been alone for a long, long time. Of course, Alfred had been a constant presence, always there in the background, always there with a steadying hand. But it wasn't the same.
Clark... Clark was different. Clark gave freely, openly, of his love. To him, it was everything. But then, he had had such a different childhood to him, with the Kents, two of the most open and generous people in the world.
Clark had confused him, a lot, when they had first met. He hadn't understood how he could be so open, so trusting. He hadn't understood the feelings in his own heart, then. It had been so long, he thought he didn't have one anymore. But Clark taught him differently.
Something that, as Bruce looked around at his family, his children, he was immensely grateful for.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 379 (in total)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: A belated birthday gift for
hitokaji! She asked me to write something based on the song 'Perhaps Love'. The first one I wrote turned out sad, so I wrote the second one. Because you've had to wait a while, you can have them both, Hito! :) Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
Clark woke alone. He sighed, closing his eyes in pain. He still wasn't used to it. Not even after all these years. Of Bruce not lying beside him, his body, pressed close.
Clark sighed again, and heard the cheering outside, all over the planet. The War was finally over. Finally. He could rest and have peace, at last. As much peace as he could have in these days, at least.
He closed his eyes. As always, memories of Bruce flooded over him, Bruce, when they had first met, so stubborn, so prideful, so glorious. Bruce, laughing in the sunlight at something. Bruce, wolf blue eyes flashing dangerously, arguing with him. Bruce, smiling softly at him, eyes languid, after they had made love.
Pain pierced his heart, and he gasped for breath. Bruce... Oh, Bruce, did you ever think it would come to this? Clark took another gasping breath. Bruce, who had left him, at last, hundreds, thousands of years ago now. Bruce, who still held his heart, who he was still loyal to. Bruce... Bruce...
He had never wanted to live so long. Had never truly thought it was possible, until his friends had started aging around him, while he had stayed the same. He didn't want to live forever. But he would never be alone. Bruce was always with him, haunting him. The memories of their love forever burned brightly within him.
And that, at least, was small comfort.
*****
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know
He had been alone for a long, long time. Of course, Alfred had been a constant presence, always there in the background, always there with a steadying hand. But it wasn't the same.
Clark... Clark was different. Clark gave freely, openly, of his love. To him, it was everything. But then, he had had such a different childhood to him, with the Kents, two of the most open and generous people in the world.
Clark had confused him, a lot, when they had first met. He hadn't understood how he could be so open, so trusting. He hadn't understood the feelings in his own heart, then. It had been so long, he thought he didn't have one anymore. But Clark taught him differently.
Something that, as Bruce looked around at his family, his children, he was immensely grateful for.
