#MANSTEELED.   Independent  ,  mutually  exclusive  ,  selective  ,  and  private  single  muse  blog  for  Clark  Kent.  Mix  of  movie  and  comic  with  Smallville  influences.  DO  NOT  FOLLOW  IF  YOU  ARE  UNDER  THE  AGE  OF  EIGHTEEN.   low  activity Jane   she / they   25+   EST

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history knew her as many different things, she had lost track of the tales she had started long ago. the burning sun, the guiding light, the shepherd. but there was always pieces missing. they never captured her image right, her laughter, her joy. maybe if she got all the pieces together she could form into one person, but even then sol doubted anyone would get it right. she had hidden pieces of herself away over the centuries. the longing, the desire to simply rest. as the years went by more and more of her became hidden, internalised in a way that she knew wasn’t healthy. 

it became a habit after a while, to find others with the same longing; sombre voices, the same hunched shoulders that spoke of secrets never told. as his words trailed off she tilted her head intently listening for more. she laced her fingers under her chin, leaning forward to better capture his words.

“it can be hard,” she mused, voice soft but her tone implied that she understood. “how do you know they’re the right person? sometimes some secrets are best left buried and forgotten.” 

               how  do  you  know?  he  wished  he  knew  the  answer  to  that.  it  would  make  his  life  a  little  easier  if  he  could  look  at  someone  and  tell  he  could  trust  them  implicitly.  life  had  a  way  of  being  complex  and  complicated  while  being  simple  in  ways  he  didn’t  always  comprehend.  he  sighed  and  shook  his  head. 

               ❛  you  don’t.  sometimes  all  you  have  is  faith  that  they  are.  it’s  not  easy...  no,  in  fact...  it’s  really  hard  to  put  your  faith  in  someone else.  but  i  just  imagine  how  relieving  it  may  feel  to  be  accepted  despite  harboring  those  secrets.  ❜

              he  let  himself  sit  in  silence  for  a  moment  before  looking  at  her  intently  again.  ❛  then  again...  maybe  you’re  right.  maybe  some  secrets  do  more  harm  when  they’re  out  in  the  open...  ❜  he  could  tell  no  one... 

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“  to really know yourself…i think that will always be more important than whether not anyone else knows you.  ‘cause there’s always going to be pieces of yourself you keep from the world.  and only you can understand them.  ”

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               clark  remained  silent  as  he  mulled  over  her  words.  he  knew  what  she  meant.  after all,  who  knew  he  was  superman?  who  knew  the  ins  and  outs  of  his  being  other  than  himself?  no  one.  alone  in  the  universe,  last  of  his  people...  not  a  single  soul  here  could understand  that  part  of  him...  not  truly  in  the  way  he  hoped. 

              for  a  moment,  he  let  the  somber  look  fall  on  his  face  with  eyes  that  saw  more  than  he’d  ever  care  to  admit.  finger  pressed  against  the  bridge  of  his  nose  and  pushed  the  glasses  up  into  place. 

              ❛  i  don’t  know...  sounds  kind  of...  ❜  lonely. 

                fingers  laced  together  in  his  lap,  thumbs  alternating  against  each  other  in  its  own  private  game  of  thumb  wars.  gaze  lifted  to  look  at  her  closely,  wondering  what  kind  of  secrets  she  kept  to  herself.  the  absolute  radiance  that  pulsed  off  of  her  and  into  his  very  being  told  him  she  had  many. 

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               IT WAS A BEING COVERED in crystalline, frozen and by all appearances asleep, while shielded inside a cage of glass. The medical staff had informed Spock their guest was alive prior to his arrival, nameless and humanoid. But he can think of no typical human of whom could survive the cold, vastness of space. Not like this. “We found you adrift.”

              eyes  opened  to  an  unfamiliar  surrounding.  a  wave  of  sickness  washed  over  him,  pulling  his  attention  away  from  the  curious  eyes  that  settled  on  this  mysterious  man.  he  heard  words,  but  comprehension  failed  him.  hands  pressed  against  his  skull,  as  if  that  action  alone  could  stabilize  him.  he  lifted  his  head,  eye  focusing  on  the  figure  that  spoke  intensely.  slowly,  kal  attempted  to  stand,  feeling  weakness  in  his  knees.  it  took  all  his  strength  not  to  collapse  to  them.