For Morgana
Dec. 9th, 2017 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Clark liked his job. It made it easy for him to still attend community college and help out on the farm. It was considerably smaller now after his father died. His mother had insisted on it, even though Clark had insisted that he could keep up the farm and do all his school work but she wouldn't hear it. She had insisted that he have something of a social life, even though most days Clark was fairly sure that most days he'd be just fine missing out on that.
"People are great, but hard to interact with, right?" Clark asked, reaching out to pet the large horse in front of him. He leaned in a bit more to let it snuff at him before he held out his arm to take a selfie of himself and the horse. It was less a selfie and more of a "horsie" - which sounded weird - though so he took a few more pictures of just the horse before he sent them off to Morgana.
Clark's father had helped Morgana's dad pick out horses when they were younger. Apparently they'd been friends for years right up to when Morgana's father had died. Jonathan had continued to look after the horses for Morgana and when he died Clark took over the job. Honestly he thought that she probably could have gotten someone else to do it for her but the money was definitely appreciated. Sometimes Clark wondered if Morgana wasn't doing it just to help out- like Jonathan had done when she had died.
Either way, Clark was grateful for the job. Which is another reason why he'd never approached her about the fact that he knew she sometimes came to visit the horses in the middle of the night. Normally that wouldn't be a problem except that she lived in England. And the only reason that he knew she had come because of his super hearing, so it would be an awkward conversation at best.
But what if? What if Morgana could do that because she was like him? He couldn't not at least look into it a little bit. From everything that he could tell Morgana was human, although he was sure that to x-ray and microscopic vision he might appear the same way.
So Clark had decided to leave it in Morgana's hands. That night before heading in Clark hung a bag of apples on a post where she'd be sure to see it in the stables. On it was pinned a note:
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I didn't give them a treat today. I figured you might like to do it tonight.
-C
If she wanted to talk to him about it then she could. If not... then he would just let it go. For now.
"People are great, but hard to interact with, right?" Clark asked, reaching out to pet the large horse in front of him. He leaned in a bit more to let it snuff at him before he held out his arm to take a selfie of himself and the horse. It was less a selfie and more of a "horsie" - which sounded weird - though so he took a few more pictures of just the horse before he sent them off to Morgana.
Clark's father had helped Morgana's dad pick out horses when they were younger. Apparently they'd been friends for years right up to when Morgana's father had died. Jonathan had continued to look after the horses for Morgana and when he died Clark took over the job. Honestly he thought that she probably could have gotten someone else to do it for her but the money was definitely appreciated. Sometimes Clark wondered if Morgana wasn't doing it just to help out- like Jonathan had done when she had died.
Either way, Clark was grateful for the job. Which is another reason why he'd never approached her about the fact that he knew she sometimes came to visit the horses in the middle of the night. Normally that wouldn't be a problem except that she lived in England. And the only reason that he knew she had come because of his super hearing, so it would be an awkward conversation at best.
But what if? What if Morgana could do that because she was like him? He couldn't not at least look into it a little bit. From everything that he could tell Morgana was human, although he was sure that to x-ray and microscopic vision he might appear the same way.
So Clark had decided to leave it in Morgana's hands. That night before heading in Clark hung a bag of apples on a post where she'd be sure to see it in the stables. On it was pinned a note:
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I didn't give them a treat today. I figured you might like to do it tonight.
-C
If she wanted to talk to him about it then she could. If not... then he would just let it go. For now.
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Date: 2017-12-15 03:46 am (UTC)Less easy is knowing what to do when she plucks the note from a bag of apples, that she reads and rereads as she gives each horse one.
Had Clark been in here when she'd done this before? A horse snorted and tried to lip at her face as if he could someone read her mind and agree, but he can't have been. He wasn't the stealthiest person in the world, and Morgana could usually pick all six-foot and some of him out of any crowd. They had known each other practically forever. It would be like walking past Arthur and missing him.
Morgana stays a while longer with the horses before slipping out of the barn. The note didn't say come inside, but he clearly knew she got there, if not how; else he wouldn't have left it.
Luckily, slipping past a door was even easier than jumping continents. The last thing she needs to do is wake Martha.
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Date: 2017-12-15 04:26 am (UTC)Clark laid in bed and listened to Morgana feed the horses, talking sweetly to them. When he first realized that she was doing it he liked to lay there and fall asleep to the sound of her voice before he realized that if she didn't know he could hear her then it probably wasn't right for him to do. Sometimes he just missed her so much though that he wanted to feel some sort of connection. They texted and chatted online sometimes but it wasn't the same as hearing her voice. As a boy he would remember when she would visit the farm and he'd be so excited, they would just spend hours with each other riding the horses and talking. The distance and the deaths made the friendship difficult though, although maybe the distance wasn't really an issue? Not for her and not for him.
It wasn't the first time that he wondered if Morgana was maybe like him. Maybe that was why they had such a connection.
Despite the fact that he had been listening to Morgana it still shocked him when she just suddenly appeared in his room. Sitting up quickly Clark turned on his light to look at the woman standing at the foot of his bed.
"Morgana?"
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Date: 2017-12-15 04:36 am (UTC)'Clark.' she says, softly not to disturb Martha or get caught if she happens to go for a midnight snack.
'You've never left a note before.' Clearly, he knew she visited at least once before now else he wouldn't have known to leave a note at all.
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Date: 2017-12-15 04:57 am (UTC)He didn't have a shirt on, the cold or heat never bothering him really and when he realized that he made like he was going to get out of bed to find one but then realized just being in his boxers wasn't the best either and just stayed in bed. He had not planned this very well.
"I... didn't want you to get worried and stop coming or move the horses to another farm," he admitted. Clark knew just how scary it could be to worry someone knew your secret. "Sorry... please, uh, have a seat if you want. On the bed, I guess."
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:03 am (UTC)She probably should've considered for that, but also he must've realised she might come see him if she did find the note...
Morgana sits on the edge of her bed, not taking up much more room than she has too.
'I wouldn't move them, they've spent most of their lives here.' None of Morgana's powers included speaking horse but she still understood them in a way she often didn't understand people. Horses were honest, they let you know how they felt, they made a fuss when they felt like it and sometimes simply seemed to know things.
'How did you know? I didn't see you in there.'
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:12 am (UTC)"Good, I'd miss them if you did. They're good horses," he said. You didn't come across a lot of bad horses but Morgana's were special, they were loved more than most and that left a mark.
"And I... I heard you. You've been doing it for a while but I just wasn't sure how to say anything. Or if I should. Here, it's cold, let me get you a blanket."
Clark pulled back the covers without thinking, it wasn't even that cold he was just looking for an excuse to move. Of course, once he was out he was very aware that he was only wearing his boxer-briefs that didn't really leave anything to the imagination and he quickly went to get her a blanket.
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:22 am (UTC)If only he had been so wise about Uther.
'I wasn't exactly tossing buckets around,' she had always taken care to be exceptionally quiet. The horses perhaps made a bit more noise but a moth could make horses uneasy, there was no reason for him to have believed it was her.
Morgana loses that thought when Clark rises from the bed. Not naked, but certainly close enough that it takes her far too long to remember not to stare and at least pretend she's civilised. But god that boy had grown up since they were children rolling around in the grass. She'd known that, of course, but she hadn't looked before.
'There's plenty of blankets on your bed, Clark, if you're really cold.' somehow she didn't think he was. Somehow she was still staring. Oops.
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:41 am (UTC)“I- I meant for you,” he fumbled, wishing there was some better way to gonabout this, some sort of guide to help him know what to say. Clark knew what he would want to hear in this situation but he wasn’t sure if Morgana wanted to hear the same thing. He felt like there was a chance this could all go very badly. And he didn’t want that. He was so twisted up about it he didn’t even notice Morgana staring.
“You’ve always been very quiet. It’s just...” sighing, Clark closed his eyes and concentrated hard. He’d gotten good at filtering everything out, sometimes picking up specifics was hard. “Mr. Allston who owns the far up the way has a bad cough. It’s kept his wife up and she’s watching Andy Griffith reruns. It’s the one where Andy finds the escaped convict. To the west the Abram’s cat is going to have her kittens soon. Seven of them, I can hear all the heartbeats now that it’s mostly quiet...”
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:49 am (UTC)Morgana didn't have hearing good enough to even begin to confirm what he's saying but there's something about how he says it that makes her think he's being honest with her. And even if he wasn't, Clark would never get her in trouble...
'You have magic?' she asks, finally, quietly before making a small motion with her hand that she was holding now well above anything flammable and a little flame flicks to life in her magic, bringing back the gold in her eyes.
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Date: 2017-12-15 05:56 am (UTC)“Magic isn’t-“
Real. He was about to say that it wasn’t real. But there she was, holding a flame in her hand with her eyes lighting up gold. It was silly but his first thought was one of disappointment because he always loved how beautiful her eyes were normally. The gold was special, that was obvious, but they weren’t the eyes that he’d looked so fondly into as a little boy. Morgana has only gotten more beautiful over the years but it was always her eyes that made his stomach do little flip flops.
“You can do magic.”
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Date: 2017-12-15 06:01 am (UTC)Morgana had always thought there was something different about him, but it wasn't as if she knew piles of American boys as a child and then he had been her friend which made him special no matter what else he was.
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Date: 2017-12-15 06:08 am (UTC)“I’m an alien,” Clark blurted out, although his voice was barely more than a whisper when he said it. He realized it was the first time he’d ever spoken those words out loud to someone before. His parents had known before him. There was no need to say it to either of them. Morgana was the first person he’d ever told in his life. It was terrifying and exciting all at once
“I’m- I’m from a planet that was destroyed. My birth parents sent me to Earth. I- I have certain abilities because of that.”
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Date: 2017-12-15 06:16 am (UTC)'Bloody hell. You're not just my, er, a farm boy after all.' she wasn't frightened of him, Morgana wasn't sure that was even a possibility but she did get up. 'You've been listening to me talk to my horses, then? And you can hear unborn kittens god knows how far away...' no, definitely not scared, but curious.
'I wish I was an alien it would make more sense than just being able to-' she makes a motion with her hands and she is gone, then quickly enough she is back but behind him now, leaning up to tuck a daisy behind his ear. 'do that.'
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Date: 2017-12-16 04:35 am (UTC)Clark noticed the farm boy comment but didn't really think about it too much at the moment. It didn't surprise him that she just thought of him as a farm boy. There was nothing wrong with that, he kind of liked being a farm boy. It made him seem normal and he liked that he'd seen normal to her. Up until a moment ago.
"I didn't really listen once I knew what was going on! It seemed private and-"
And she just disappeared. There was no woosh of speak as she moved she was just gone one moment and then back again, behind him this time tucking a flower behind his ear. Clark could actually feel his ears turning warm as he blushed.
"That seemed pretty neat though," he said, floating a few inches in the air before turning around and landing back on the floor. "Teleportation then?"
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Date: 2017-12-16 06:38 am (UTC)As he floats, her grin widens so much her cheeks almost hurt.
'You can fly!' somehow that seems so much cooler than her ability to vanish. And, well, some of her dreams made a bit more sense now. 'I see the future, sometimes.' she adds, as an afterthought as she takes his hand - seemingly to check if this was all real.
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Date: 2017-12-17 04:41 am (UTC)"And that sounds like it would be frustrating until you see it very clearly," he said, frowning a bit. The way she said it made it sound like it wasn't something she enjoyed.
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Date: 2017-12-17 05:35 pm (UTC)'But the visions seldom make sense, nor do people listen to me when I understand.' Flying seems like a much better skill. Or that excellent hearing of his, though Morgana is sure she doesn't want to hear what happens in Uther's house.
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Date: 2017-12-17 05:55 pm (UTC)Clark thought it was interesting that she’d dreamed about him but that wasn’t what they weee discussing now. It was a little unnerving to think that someone out there could be seeing him use his powers. At least it was Morgana who was seeing him, someone he trusted.
“I can do a lot of other things too. It’s- it’s kind of a ridiculous list,” he admitted, ducking his head sheepishly as he scratched at the back of his head. Now that he was sharing all of this he really how ridiculous his power set was.
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Date: 2017-12-17 06:10 pm (UTC)'You can tell me about them, if you like. I kept my own secret my whole life.' she pauses, then adds. 'Well. My Da knew. Possibly Mama...' sometimes she thinks Gwen sees her lazily use telekinesis to get her coffee from wherever she forgot it rather than get up but she's never said anything. Never would.
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Date: 2017-12-17 06:31 pm (UTC)Clark could feel his cheeks and ears color as she touched his chin and tilted his head up. She hadn’t touched him like that since they were kids, but they weren’t kids anymore.
“I trust you. You’re the first person I’ve ever told about this. But I can see really well too. Microscopic vision, telescopic vision, x-ray vision, heat vision, freeze breath, I haven’t found anything so heavy I can’t lift it, I’m super fast, I don’t really get tired, and I don’t really get hurt. See... ridiculous, right?”
That was probably the first time he’d ever said it all like that. It made him feel like he should be able to do more with all that.
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Date: 2017-12-17 06:37 pm (UTC)'I keep finding new tricks the older I get, I'm not sure I could give you a good list of mine.'
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Date: 2017-12-18 05:06 am (UTC)"It's been okay so far," he said, which was as close to a lie as he's told in a long time. It had been terrible growing up. Even if he never told anyone about his secret the other kids still knew that something was different about him and never let him forget it. College had been a bit better but he still felt like an outsider. Morgana had never treated him like that though, which was maybe one of the reasons he always thought so fondly about her.
"Do your eyes always do that when you use your magic?" Clark asked, taking the apple from her before turning his heat vision on it, roasting the apple.
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Date: 2017-12-18 05:12 am (UTC)She imagined it wasn't quite as okay for him, either, but if it was a lie that comforted him then so be it.
'They do, even when I'm asleep and I dream... I didn't do sleepovers much.' She watched him roast the apple and smiled more. 'Clearly I should've taken you camping with me.'
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Date: 2017-12-18 05:16 am (UTC)"I almost came once," Clark admitted, giving her a sad smile. "But... how would I explain how I'd gotten there? I just... sometimes I missed you so much."
It was the first time either of them had really admitted how close or important they'd been to each other as children. Even when they saw each other only sporadically it had felt special to Clark. Like a secret thing. A friend from another land that didn't care if he was weird or shy or anything like that. It was like... well, like magic.
"That's too bad... the gold is neat but not as pretty as your natural eye color. And yeah you should have taken me camping, I'm an Eagle Scout."
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Date: 2017-12-18 05:33 am (UTC)When he calls the green of her eyes pretty she blushes, but lets go of the magic so they fade back to the light green colour.
'I wish we had sussed each other out before now.' not that now was bad, her smile was almost serene as she looked at him, leaning close, biting her bottom lip just a little.
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