Title: Character Study: Lex [1/1]
Author: Corbeaun
Fandom: Smallville
Email: noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
Website: www.geocities.com/corbeaun

Comments: Written for (LJ) bop_radar's Character Study Challenge.
 
Disclaimer: Smallville, Lex Luthor, and Superman belong to the WB and 
DC, and various other corporations.

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Prompt #1: Smallville - Lex Luthor - the sky

                          Desirous of Splendor 



Before Lex came to the Kansas countryside, he had never seen so much 
sky. In Metropolis and New York, and all the other cities that he'd 
spent his life in, the sky was man-made, spun-glass and iron-wrought. 
Until he came to Smallville, sky to him was the attainable reaches of 
skyscrapers and the low leaden patches between the slanting roofs of 
old dilapidated buildings.

The sky of Smallville is enormous.

Lex stands now in the heart of Kansas and sees nothing but pale wheat 
lands and corn rolling up under an immense, infinite blue. With no 
buildings, no skyscrapers to pin it down, the sky of the Kansas 
countryside rears distinct and impossibly far from the yellow earth. It 
is vast and unattainable and awe-inspiring.

It begets a feeling of pettiness and mortality that grits against the 
very cell of Lex's being.

He says none of this to Clark -- Clark who looks at Lex with the Kansas 
sky in his eyes.


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Prompt #2: Smallville - Lex Luthor - rebellious

                           To Fall into Sin



Lex tells a certain story. He believes he tells it only to himself, 
behind closed doors with closed mouth and closed eyes in a room washed 
in blue light. But the telling of it bleeds into his waking hours, 
congealing the words - the plea for grace - that fall from his lips to 
unforgiving ears.

Lex has a story, and it is this:

Before he died, he knew no sin. He had no faith, no hope, and no god 
upon whom to transgress. 

Death was violence and a sudden stop. He heard the body crack the 
windshield, saw the water hurtling towards him. His mouth opened, his 
fingers clawed the dashboard. Coldness rushed into his mouth, his 
lungs. His mind.

And he dreamt.

He dreamt he walked on a road that led through all the cities of the 
world, once bustling cages of glass and steel, now both silent and 
still. He walked that road until those tall proud structures fell to 
rust, then red dust, until the road itself fell to dirt in a flower 
field. He dreamt his breath stirred the thick, sweltering air and his 
bare feet left behind a trail of moist, depressed hollows in the soft 
soil. The sun was large and burned above him. Giant flowers nodded 
their heavy heads; they showered him in dry seeds as he brushed past. 
When he closed his eyes, he saw the world submerged in a blaze of 
yellow blooms whose raised faces worshiped the rising sun.

He woke to the hard press against his lips, his chest, and the sudden 
rush of coldness out his throat. Waking was agony searing down his 
ribs, and river rocks digging into his thighs. Waking was opening his 
eyes to a boy with a face like a white and too distant star.

At last, Lex knew the face of his god.

And he fell.



[end "Character Study: Lex"]
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Author's Note:

The first prompt was ridiculously easy to write; dashed it off in a few 
minutes. Then I took a look at the second prompt "lex" and 
"rebellious," and instantly thought of the angels' rebellion and the 
fall of Morningstar. That particular piece was possibly percolating in 
brain since the sin challenge for (LJ) sv_flashfiction.

...am now greatly motivated to finish off that Luthor-family intrigue 
WIP.

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10.05.2007