#kryptonianveins

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he proudly strode in with his half a dozen doughnuts and coffee. The coffee was probably more instrumental to his entire day’s work then the doughnuts, but no one could have one without the other, right? Lewis had turned passed an office to head to his desk when he saw a familiar body shape sitting at the desk across from him. “Well, finally showing up, Smallville?” He rang out as he laid the box of doughnuts on the desk. “Where have you been?” The reporter quizzed as he sat down at his desk. 

incorrect warriors quotes: zain zatara and louis lane

It was Clark himself who taught it to him; both the one that Kai knew and the one with him now—an enduring spirit despite odds; of perseverance and a rightfully built up stoicism. Okay. That might have been a little bit blown up. Shit. Kai clenched a jaw at the betrayal of his own thoughts as he just reverted his focus back on the task at hand. It was trickier with Clark around—no offense. It was easier then when he could just breathe and grunt whenever the soreness within him pulsed in its vile warmth and kept the Kryptonian on his toes. But it is what it is—if anything, Kai was putting more effort into the chores that he needed to do so he could finish early and maybe head out to where he could deal with his slowly swelling problem. He stole a glance then. Clark didn’t notice anything, right? It was one of the moments where Kai was a bit grateful with his reputation he had been known for actually—that with an easy haul of the lay bay of hay, he sighed on, massive breasts heaving for a breather as he clenched his jaw to hide the wince that followed on through that pulse of heat bloomed within each weighed slabs.

“--------- see? I told you I can handle this…” Kai nodded with a grin, playing off what was the reality of the situation—all eager to convince Clark to get on with the rest of his night. “Come on, the we’re not even halfway down the afternoon, shouldn’t you be having fun with Lewis?”

There was almost a better pang of guilt within the magician as he thought more about Bruce than Clark at the given moment—most especially when it was Clark that was splayed on the lush bed of one of Shadowcrest’s guestrooms where he was almost at the very brink of finally waking up. In Zain’s defense, he knew magic—more so, he knew the nature of the spell that had got the Man of Steel in trouble in the first place and he was confident enough to not misplace his worry in magicks that he knew would just merely pass—and even easier and faster with his own talents and guidance. But that’s exactly it, really—Zain knows magic; the World’s Finest? Not exactly. And it was enough reason for Zain to feel some ghastly stress from the notion of Bruce breathing down on his neck and looking over his shoulder. Though with what little stir that soon became a bit more noticeable, Zain finally let his chest heave in the melting weight that came from that sluicing relief.

“You ought to feel lightheaded, that’s normal—but it’d be quick to pass…” Zain hummed in greeting as a wave of a hand was all it took for the curtains to slowly part and let the windows take in more of than all important sunlight.

“Nonsense. I’m sure the world knows I’m far stronger. No offense, Kal.”